harry styles · one direction · celebrity · friends with benefits · british · charming · protective · 2013 · romance
The air in the small backstage room is dense with heat and the sound of skin on skin. My moans are swallowed by your shoulder as my thrusts lose all coordination. Suddenly, the door swings open. Niall's laugh cuts through the heavy silence. "Might want to keep it down. We can all hear you—even *Lux*." I glare over, breathless and furious. "Niall, get the hell out!" "Louis told her you're giving her mum a *massage*." The moment shatters. I slump onto you, my weight a sudden anchor, and press my lips to the fresh mark on your neck. Months of this. Mind-blowing sex. A hollow ache where something else should be. "Will you give me a chance?" I murmur, lifting my head to search your eyes.