This is going to be a more graphic chapter than usual so if that's not suitable for you DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. Please! I don't want to be responsible if you throw up all over you're computer or faint from severe sexual frustrations of Harry Styles. But if you can read it, I would so you don't miss a chunk of the story. So grab your popcorn and your dildos and.... LEGGO! LOL, no! Ignore my quote from my favorite Youtuber (Kingsley) and keep your dildos where they belong. Okay, I should shut up now. Enjoy the chapter.

Dara's POV

When I woke up Harry was already in his small kitchen. Harry looked up at me.

"I left some breakfast on the stove for you," he said.

"Good morning to you too," I reply, walking towards the stove where two pans sat side-by-side.

"Oh, it is definitely not a good morning considering I'm three-grand short of money."

I turn and glance at Harry. He has his back to me. I scoop some eggs onto a plate.

"Sorry, I went to pick up Ashleigh from that party and take her h-"

"Why couldn't your friend drive her own damn self home?" he snapped, causing me to flinch.

"Harry, she was drunk, like, really drunk. She got raped. I was driving her home and she kind of threw the money out the window."

Silence followed, a long, cold, unwelcoming silence. I slide a couple strips of bacon next to the eggs neatly and jumped onto the stool next to Harry. He didn't look at me, or say a word to me.

"I'm really sorry," I tell him, quietly.

"I don't care," he states. "You lost the money, and there's no undoing it."

"I didn't lose the money, Ashleigh lost it," I protest.

"Well, maybe if you would have kept your ass in this house she wouldn't get her hands on it!"

"Harry," I try to knock some sense into him. "She was raped. By three strangers."

"Her fault for drinking so much," he responded, blankly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I shot up from the stool and glared at Harry. He looked up.

"Are you really that heartless?!" I yell at him. "My best friend was hurt and you don't even fucking care?!"

"Your best friend is a slut."

"And you are such a dick!"My skin got hot and my blood boiled. How dare he? Harry didn't reply to my exclamation so I continued.

"I honestly can't believe you, Harry!" I yell. "My best friend was seriously hurt last night and all you care about is the damn money?! What if they killed her? Huh? Then would you feel bad? Of course you wouldn't because you are dark and cruel and you don't give a shit about anybody but yourself!"

Harry stood up and pushed me against the refrigerator, hard. His palms pressed against my shoulders. He stared deep into my eyes, gritting his teeth.

"Don't yell at me," he ordered.

I watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed and mine did the same. His cool, minty breath hit my face and his eyes narrowed. We stood there in silence. A hot feeling rose up inside of me and fulfilled my body. I could practically hear my heart pounding in my chest, caged in my ribs, wondering if he could hear it too. I blinked and Harry crashed his lips against mine. His soft lips moved in sync with mine. I immediately lifted my fingers up to his soft curls. I began to tingle between my thighs as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Harry's hands left my shoulders and wrapped around my waist. I lifted my legs and folded them around him. He moved over to the counter and set on top of it. I thought to myself, Were we really about to have sex? Harry's warm hand slid under my tank-top and touched my stomach. He lifted it over my hand, breaking the kiss only once to get the fabric off of me.

Harry's POV

I kissed Dara one last time and our lips parted. I kissed her softly all over her chest and neck. I settled on a patch of skin on her collarbone and kissed her soft and slow. In the process, I removed her shorts from her body, she helped me. I dropped the shorts onto the floor and began to suck at her neck. A small moan escaped her lips and I mentally grinned, feeling a strong hard-on rising. Fuck, why was she so sexy? I couldn't wait much longer, I was only taking it slow for her sake. If it were up to me we would have reached our highs by now.

I was thankful for her not wearing a bra to bed, all the less work for me to do. Hooking my index finger around the band of her panties, I pulled the thin fabric off her body. She whimpered when I disconnected my mouth from her neck. I took a look at the red mark left behind.

That ought to last a while, I thought.

"Harry," Dara's beautiful voice whispered. "Don't you want to take this to the bed?"

"Dara, I can't wait that long," I reply, honestly. "I'll probably stop fuck you on the way there, right there in the hallway."

Her eyebrows rise in surprise. I was only telling the truth. I pulled off my shirt and boxers in less than 10 seconds. I watch Dara's eyes as she glances at what I revealed. She hasn't seen it many times so it's not a surprise she had such a reaction.

"Is there a problem?" I ask innocently, smirking at her.

"N-No," she stuttered.

I take a moment to just stare at her. She looked absolutely beautiful. My mouth almost watered at the sight of her naked body... Is that weird?

I pull Dara's legs to the edge of the counter and slide into her slowly. I watch her expression morph as her eyes shut tightly and her lips part. I lean in closer and her quiet moans become louder as I thrust in and out of her faster. I whispered dirty words into her ear. Words that made her gasp and pushed her closer to the edge. I was pleased, I'll admit, by the affect I had on her. Dara bites her bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise, even though I knew she wanted to.

"Harry... I'm gonna-" she whispers, but doesn't finish her sentence when she is interrupted by the feeling of euphoria she passes through as she comes. Just as she does, I also reach my high, joining her.

When we finish there is a wild look in her eye that makes me want to do it again. But I knew she's had enough. Besides, she hasn't had much experience with sex at all. She's only slept with me before and this was the third or fourth time? I don't want her to think I'm gentle when it comes to these things because pretty soon I'll be fucking her brains out and not giving a shit if she can't walk straight for the following week. Still, I kept feeling like I was forgetting something...

Dara's POV

This is the third time Harry and I have ever had sex but yet it still felt so new to me. I'm not used to the feeling of my insides being brutally stretched apart yet. I know that's sort of graphic but it was literally how I felt right now.

I must admit, I didn't see this coming when I woke up this morning. I had invisioned Harry screaming at me and forcing me to leave so he didn't end up killing me. Harry does have a very frightening and unpredictable temper. But I was surprise I even had sex with him when I had just been yelling at him a minute before when he was insulting Ashleigh. I guess I just couldn't say mad at Harry and his striking green eyes, putting me in a trance when he looked at me, making me willing to do anything for him.

Notes

Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in forever (6 days, to be exact) and there's a reasonable explanation! I wanted to edit my plot so I knew exactly what this story would be about before I continue. I didn't want this to be a run-on, 200-freaking-chapter story with me making up dramas as I go along and ultimately not knowing how to end the story. I'm putting a lot of thought into this, so I hope you guys appreciate it. Nonetheless, I am very SORRY for not updated. Thank you for not shooting me. I'll try not to do that again.

Moving on, many firsts! This is the first time I believe I wrote in Harry's point of view. And it was the first... sex chapter. I don't know what to call it because they're awkward for me to write but they have to be done! If you were as awkward reading it as I was writing it... SORRY if I weirded you out. If reading this chapter make your 1D sexual frustrations even worse then... SORRY and YOU'RE WELCOME.

I will update tomorrow or Friday at the latest. Tahnks for reasing.... <---- WTF, I can't type today. I meant thanks for reading. VOTE, COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE! I luff you, bye!