23rd of December 2017

It always seems to be, whenever I am in Manchester, I find myself drinking at Christsbel's parent's house in anticipation of some other party we would find ourselves at later the evening.

The party in question this time? Someone we went to school with, Mackenzie Richards, who I believe Scarlett dated very briefly in our final year of schooling.

The only difference now to these parties was that Harry would be tagging along with me tonight, which would be a first.

Neither of us have attended proper parties as each other's dates, and although he knows my friends, meeting the people I went to school with will be a whole different ball game tonight.

"Is Thomas going to be there tonight?" Christabel asked and I shrugged my shoulders before taking another long sip of my white wine, Harry's arm wresting comfortably around my waist.

"I don't know," I said a little bit too harshly for it to come off as an 'I don't care." Thomas was my high school boyfriend, the two of us dating for a little over two and a half years before we both mutually broke it off before I moved to London and he moved to Boston to study at Harvard. Smart boy he is, and the last I heard he had a degree in investment banking or something like that.

"Who is Thomas?" Harry asked casually, the silence after his questioning deafening as everybody awkwardly sipped on their drinks as we stood around the kitchen island with some radio station playing in the background.

"We used to date, in high school," I said nonchalantly, not wanting to make it seem like a big deal because it really wasn't. We left things on good terms and have rarely spoken since.

"I thought you had only ever dated Jasper?" Harry asked, looking a bit disappointed that I had never mentioned my high school boyfriend.

"No, Jasper and Thomas," I laughed awkwardly. "This is besides the point anyway," I said, trying my best to change the subject, but luckily for me, Christabel came to the rescue.

"Alright, we have to leave in just under an hour and I do not want to see any of us sober so let's fucking drink up!" she exclaimed loudly. Luckily for her, her parents were out for the evening and she is an only child so she does not have to worry about disturbing anyone else in her parent's house.

"Sounds bloody good to me," Danny said with a grin, the thought of Thomas being pushed from everyone's mind as we began to drink like there was no tomorrow. Harry, however, was a bit acting standoffish for the rest of the time we were having pre-drinks and by the time I finished my final can of cider and Jack, Christsbel's boyfriend, called a maxi taxi, he was practically flat out ignoring me which only irritated me, so I purposely sat between Danny and Scarlett to avoid Harry, who was frowning at me from his seat, which I ignored, drunkenly singing along to Christmas songs on the radio with my friends instead.

I have never really had a fight with Harry since we have been dating. Sure, we have had some disagreements here and there, but with the frown and a dark look on his face, we were probably in for an argument the moment we were alone together, which hopefully before that I could defuse the situation because I don't want to be fighting in my childhood bedroom with my boyfriend on Christmas Eve.

Mackenzie Richards still lives with her family in Reddish, just outside of Manchester and has hosted a Christmas party every year since we were sixteen, all of them being insanely wild with more alcohol than a bar, with most people not leaving till sunrise, meaning it has made for some very interesting Christmas Eve celebrations over the years.

The dress code is always open to interpretation, but this year I had settled on a white long sleeve bodysuit, a pair of brown trousers, a black leather jacket and my black high top Converse, which I now wore probably way too often.

We reached Mackenzie's house, cars parked everywhere with people following in and out of the house. Her parents always holiday in France for Christmas, Mackenzie always flying out the afternoon after her party after she has endured the brutal cleanup, getting whatever help she can from the people who end up staying the night.

"Thank you!" all seven of us exclaimed as we all clumsily stumbled out of the taxi, our driver quickly speeding away, all eyes on our group as people obviously noticed that Harry was with us as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked Harry quietly, whom had replaced the frown on his face with a kind smile, knowing that people were going to talk about him being at this party for a while.

"I'm fine Anna," he said under his breath and I sighed to myself as people continued to stare at us as we walked up the cement steps to her front door, which was wide open, music blasting loudly as people spoke loudly over each other to combat the sound of the music.

"We should find Mackenzie!' I exclaimed, everyone nodding in agreement as we passed through the hallway in search of the host of the party, greeting the people we knew and giving polite nods to the people we did not.

We eventually found Mackenzie in the kitchen, where she was downing tequila shots with some other people from school, indicating that she was already smashed.

"Ahhh you're here!" Mackenzie yelled, her dark red hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, flowing behind her as she jogged over to say hello to all of us.

"Hey Mack," Scarlett said kindly. "I'll quickly introduce you to everyone here that you don't know. This is Ella, my girlfriend. Jack, Christsbel's boyfriend and Harry, Anna's boyfriend."

"Lovely to meet you all, thank you all for coming," Mackenzie said sweetly, giving us all a quick hug before heading back to her tequila shots, not even questioning that Harry was here, which I knew eased his mind a little bit.

"I'm going to go find something to drink, you want something?" I asked Harry whose eyes were scanning around the kitchen, not really paying attention to me.

"I'll just have whatever you have," he mumbled and I nodded before giving his arm a squeeze before heading out of the kitchen and through the house, following the stream of people into the backyard where the alcohol usually was kept at these kinds of parties.

As I weaved my way through the crowd, not really paying much attention to who was in the backyard, I ran smack bang into a familiar body, the hands on my arms feeling strangely familiar.

"Anna, fancy seeing you here," the voice said and I internally groaned, knowing I had just walked straight into the chest of my ex-boyfriend, Thomas Alexander.

"Hello Thomas, how are you?" I asked, looking up at the man who has grown significantly taller since the last time I saw him, now standing at what I assumed to be just under six foot, his brown hair still styled neatly, his face adorned with a bit of mature stubble, making him look older than twenty-four, but his blue eyes reminding me that he was still young.

"I'm good love, how are you?" he asked, his accent now an odd mix between American and British.

"Good," I said simply, not really having much to say to Thomas, as we have not kept in contact since we finished school and I'm not too sure he's that interested in what I am up to.

"Just getting a drink?" he asked, looking down at me with a grin and I gave him a firm nod, my eyes scanning the backyard for the table of free alcohol, which was towards the back of the garden, currently unattended and still stocked full it seems. "Let me walk you to the bar."

"I think I can manage walking myself to the bar Thomas," I laughed.

"Oh Anna, still ridiculous independent aren't you?" he laughed and I nodded, slowly making my way to the bar, Thomas walking next to me.

"You've become quite the celebrity haven't you," Thomas stated as I hurried to the bar, my mind racing as to what Harry would think if he saw me walking with Thomas, the ex-boyfriend he knew nothing about.

I know I should have probably mentioned something about him, but he never asked so I never told, and besides, I am sure Harry has had plenty of partners and people he has slept with that I have no idea about. Whereas I've only slept with three people and only had one proper boyfriend aside from Harry, two if you count Jasper but I don't really since we were never consistent.

"Just doing my job," I said nonchalantly as I reached the bar, seeing a bottle of red wine and two glasses that would do just nicely for Harry and me to share.

"And dating Harry Styles no less," he said as I avoided his gaze, opening the bottle of red wine and pouring the first glass out of the two.

"Yes, I am dating Harry."

"Lucky man," he said softly and I snapped my head to look at him, the ghost of a slight schoolboy smile etched upon his lips.

"What do you want Thomas?" I asked and before I could get an answer from him, Harry was suddenly standing by my side, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist.

"Hey darling," Harry said, not meeting my eyes but instead, they were fixated on Thomas who was glaring straight back at him.

"Hello Harry," I said, moving my body closer to his side as Thomas frowned as he stared at the two of us. "Harry, this is Thomas, and Thomas, this is Harry."

"Nice to meet you mate," Thomas said firmly, holding out his hand for a handshake, Harry gladly shaking it, Thomas wincing from his tight grip with made me smirk a little bit.

"You too Thomas," Harry said. "I think Christabel and Scarlett are looking for you Anna, shall we go and find them?" he asked and I nodded, quickly pouring the second glass of wine and handing it to Harry.

"Bye-bye Thomas," I said in a sing-song voice, Harry's grip on my waist tightening when I addressed Thomas who was standing there with a semi pout on his lips.

"See you later Anna," he said loudly, to which I ignored as Harry whisked me back inside and up the first set of stairs he could find.

"Where are we going?" I asked in the middle of the staircase, the white marble stairs adorned with a red rug running down the middle of the steps.

"I need to talk to you," he said firmly and I sighed, knowing we were probably in for a fight or something of the kind.

"Do you even know where you are going?" I huffed as we reached the top of the staircase, Harry looking determined to find an empty room, the people thinning out the further east we went down the hallway, to which Harry eventually found an empty bathroom, pulling me inside and locking the door behind him.

"Okay well talk then," I said, looking for somewhere where I could sit, eventually settling for the toilet seat, pulling the lid down and crossing my legs over as I looked up Harry who was looking incredibly pissed off.

"Why didn't you tell me about Thomas?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow at him, absolutely dumbfounded that we were doing this right now.

"Because Harry, we dated in high school!" I exclaimed, placing my glass of red wine on the marble counter next to the toilet. "I can guarantee I only know about a handful of your ex-partners, let alone all the people you've slept with."

"I've only dated Kendall and Taylor," he said with a frown and I shook my head in disbelief, as I knew that it was not true. "Plus some girls back at school but they are irrelevant!"

"Exactly! I dated Thomas in high school so he is also irrelevant!" I exclaimed, getting a little bit frustrated at the double standards here.

"He's not irrelevant if I find him flirting with you at a party," Harry said rather cynically and I groaned, running a frustrated hand through my hair.

"He wasn't flirting with me Harry," I said and Harry rolled his eyes at me before placing his wine glass down on the edge of the bathtub.

"Anyone with eyes could see the way that he was looking at you Anna," he scoffed.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are jealous Harry."

"I'm not jealous, Anna, I just don't appreciate when my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend is flirting with my girlfriend!" he said rather loudly and I was praying that the walls of the bathroom were extremely thick, as I did not want anyone to hear what was going on in here.

"Sounds to me like you're jealous," I said taunting him, my mouth forming into a cheeky grin, his eyes narrowing at me, as he clearly did not appreciate my words.

"You're my girl, nobody is allowed to look at you the way that I look at you," he said and I felt a slight shiver run through my body, as he moved away from the wall he was leaning against, moving towards me, my body reacting by standing up to face him, folding my arms across my chest as he came and stood in front of me, a slight glare appearing on his face.

"I am your girl, I know that you know that, everybody knows that Harry," I stated firmly, Harry letting out a soft chuckle at how firm I was being. "So stop being jealous and come downstairs with me so I can enjoy this party."

As I went to pick up my wine glass, I felt his hands on my waist, immediately making me snap back to face him, Harry staring me up and down, biting down on his lip softly as he looked at me.

"I don't want to go downstairs just yet," he said quietly and I let out a harsh breath.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned, his hands tugging at my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Mhmm, come here," he said and I smiled before standing on my tippy toes to meet his lips, sending a warm rush through my body as I moved my arms to his shoulders, his hands squeezing at my waist as our kiss continued to deepen, his tongue running along my lower lip, asking for entrance, which I quickly accepted, and I knew where this was going when he moved one of his hands from my waist to my ass, giving it a squeeze, causing me to let out a gentle moan against his lips.

"Jump up for me baby," he mumbled and I nodded as I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, both his hands resting on my ass to support me as he moved us to the bathroom counter, placing me down before taking off my jacket and throwing it to the side, narrowly missing my glass of wine that was just sitting there, looking rather redundant now.

"Are we about to have sex in the bathroom?" I asked as his hands ran down my body, reaching the buttons of my pants and hastily undoing them, the white of my bodysuit slightly peaking out.

"Happy to do whatever you want pretty girl," he said before placing a kiss on my neck, his eyes locking with mine, a devilish smile upon his pink lips. I grinned I moved my lips to his, reigniting the kiss again, this time with more hunger and desire than the last, feeling a sense of electricity and danger run through my veins at the thought of having sex with Harry in this bathroom, something I have never done before.

His hands moved back to the waistband of my trousers, pulling them off with ease over my Converse, his eyes confused when he realised that I was wearing a bodysuit which made me giggle slightly, but Harry just shrugged it off before kissing me against, his hands moving down to my heat, a soft moan escaping my lips when he pressed his fingers against me, and I knew at that moment that I wanted this more than I would care to admit.

"Is this okay?" Harry asked against my neck, his fingers slowly unbuttoning my bodysuit.

"Yes," I breathed, Harry, locking eyes with me before using his hands to spread my legs open on the counter, before slowly slipping his middle and ring finger inside of me, a whimper escaping my lips as he worked fingers slowly around, my back arching against the counter as I threw my head back in pleasure, biting down on my lip to keep the moans in.

I could feel the coolness of his rings against my skin, only adding to the pleasurable sensation, something that I do not think I will ever get used to.

As Harry's fingers began to move faster, and I felt a heat begin to rush through my body, he moved his fingers away from me, and his lips away from my neck, our eyes snapping to meet each other, as I glared at him and he just smiled at me, flecks of desire laced in his green eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, obviously impatient and wanting to reach my climax quickly.

"Shhh Anna," Harry laughed gently, before kneeling on the ground before me, using his hands to pull me to the edge of the counter and I felt a hot breath against my inner thigh before he began to place wet kisses along my folds.

"Oh fuck," I moaned and I guess Harry took that as a, 'hurry the fuck up,' because his was now working magic slowly against my clit, soft whimpers leaving my mouth, as Harry's hands reached up to my chest, slowly massaging my tits through my bodysuit, his breathing intensifying as he began to move his tongue faster, pushing it deeper against my folds, an extremely loud moan coming out of my mouth as I could feel the orgasm building, as my legs began to shake and my breaths began to shorten, Harry sticking a finger in me to build up the orgasm as quickly as possible.

"Oh my god," I breathed, my upper body arching back as I hit my high, Harry working miracles to make me finish, my legs shaking against him as his movements became quicker and slightly sloppy as I hit my high, my hand flinging to my mouth to suppress the moans and soft cries that were leaving my lips when I was reaching, and coming down from my climax.

"You alright?"I asked after I sat up against the counter, Harry smiling at me when we were finally at the same level again, his fingers graciously doing up my bodysuit for me.

"I'm great, how are you, golden girl?" he asked with a grin, placing a swift kiss on my lips before I rested my back against the mirror, Harry handing me my pants that were strewn away on the ground.

"Very good, that was very good," I giggled softly and Harry smiled, his cheeks blushing red slightly.

"Well, I am glad you enjoyed it," Harry said, offering me his hand to help me off the counter. I quickly pulled my pants back on, grabbing my jacket from the bathroom floor and slipping it back on. "Photo?"

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"I want a mirror selfie, so I can always remember the time I made you cum in a strangers bathroom," he said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, taking my hand and pulling me over to in front of the mirror, his arms wrapped around my as my hands gripped his forearms, my head resting against his chest as he snapped the photos of us laughing in the mirror.

"They will never go anywhere," I said after I had fixed my hair and lipstick in the bathroom mirror, as I did look slightly dishevelled after the events that just occurred.

"I promise," Harry said softly, handing me my wine glass as he picked up his own as I unlocked the bathroom door, the hallway thankfully empty.

We made our way back to the party, where nobody had even noticed that we were gone and the memories of Harry doing almost unspeakable things in the bathroom to me, resting in the back of my mind.

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Spicy updates ! Once again, feedback is appreciated please :)

Also Thomas will probably not be a recurring character in this boon but rather in the next one so his face claim is... Sebastian Stan!!! I love him and I imagine him looking like this in this book and the following one (I'll give a refresher when we get to the next one coz it's happening)

Anna's outfit:

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