Harry Styles POV.

Per my mother's request, I was in England with Delilah and Zayn. Yearly the Styles had a fancy party hosted at the house. Delilah was quite excited to be here, she had never left the state of California. She hadn't even been scared to be on the jet, when it took off she threw her hands in the air as if she was riding a rollercoaster. She couldn't keep still in her seat, and kept asking me questions about England.

I hadn't told any of my family about Delilah yet, and I'm sure they were in for a surprise. I couldn't bare to part with her for the few days I would be staying here, so I thought she might as well tag along. As the car stopped in front of my home, Zayn sensed my nerves. He patted my back in attempt to comfort me. We got out of the car, and Delilah gasped at the house. I smiled and picked her up, and we walked inside.

"Mum! I'm home!" I yelled. My servant recognized my voice, and came into the room smiling. He's taken care of me since I was a kid, so we're close. I gave him a nod, and he gave one back. He took our things, and went upstairs. We walked into the living room, and I saw everyone except Annabeth. Where is she? Their heads turned to me, and I saw confusion in their eyes.

"Harry darling, so nice of you to join us. You as well Zayn I haven't seen you in ages." My mother said, standing up and kissing our cheeks. For the first time in a long time, I actually saw relief in my mother's eyes to see me. The last time she had this look is when I got lost in the mall once. Despite our differences a small part of me was happy to see mum as well.

"And who is this lovely little thing?" She asked giving Delilah a smile. The small girl blushed, and tucked her head into the crook of my neck. I smiled, and gave her a reassuring kiss on her temple.

"Mum this is Delilah. We found her at the beach one day, and I couldn't part with such a sweet girl, so I'm fostering her." I told mum. Mum and Gemma presented me with shocked looks. Gemma had been so surprised she nearly choked on her water. Riden on the other hand just glared at me. He had a look of jealousy presented in his eyes. He seemed angry with me ever since I walked into the house.

"Who in the hell would give you a kid?" Riden snarled at me. At his comment I decided to return my brothers glare. Delilah untucked her head from under my chin, and gave Riden a big innocent smile.

"California State gave me to him. They said he was the perfect person to be my foster daddy, and that they wished they saw more people like him." Delilah told him, unaware of the tension in the room. Zayn quickly covered his mouth in an attempt not to laugh. Riden scrunched up his face, and rolled his eyes. He got up and stormed out of the room.

"Well then I suppose that makes her part of the Styles family. She need a dress for the party. I'm sure we have a few of Gemma's old dresses, why don't us girls go and look at them?" Mum asked, giving Delilah a sweet smile. Delilah shyly hid herself into me again. I moved her hair from out of her eyes, and placed another kiss on her forehead.

"Go on love you'll be fine. Mum and Gemma will find you a pretty princess dress. It will be lots of fun I promise." I told her. She nodded at me, and reached her arms to mum who happily took her. Mum was always better with girls than she was with us boys. She always left us to dad I suppose... The girl said bye, and went down the hall. Personally I was jet lagged, and could use a nap.

"Thanks for coming with me mate, I think I'm going to go upstairs, and catch some Z's." I told Zayn. He nodded to me, and let himself out of his house. I went up the familiar stairs walking to my room. I stopped at the cherry chestnut door. I hoped no one has bothered my room. For some odd reason an eerie feeling drifted through the hallway, making my stomach tie in knots. Finally, I open my bedroom door.

Everything was as I had left it except one thing. There was somebody in my bed. Fuck what am I Goldy Locks? I went over to the person, and moved the sheets, so I could see their face. I backed away when I saw her, tripping and falling on my bum. She lightly stirred, but did not wake. That's when I noticed her clothes discarded on my floor, and one of my shirts hanging loosely on her curved figure.

I thought I had finally forgotten the girl I met at the Arranged Wedding, but as she lay there in a slumber in my bed, old feeling began to spring to life inside of me. Tears stained her pink cheeks, and the image of that alone could bring a man to his knees asking God why he would step on such a beautiful flower.

I got up, and walked to the other side of the bed. I slipped my shoes off of my feet, and laid next to her. I pulled her to my chest, and as if on instinct she grabbed my hand and tangled her legs in mine. Her skin was softer than ever, and she smelled of beautiful lavenders. My beautiful Annie hadn't changed.

I moved her hair from covering her neck, and without thinking, began to place kisses on it. I placed one of my hands on her hips, gripping it firmly. She started to wake. Her half asleep body reacted to me, as a humming sound escaped her pink lips, and her hips started to move in small circles against my crotch. This is dangerous, and I should stop now. She's not even awake. Something inside of me had awakened when I saw her though. It had been so long that I had nearly forgotten that this girl was an intoxicating enigma. She was my puzzle that I wanted to figure out.

"I'm dreaming." She mumbled sleepily, her voice a bit higher than usual. Her lips curved into a smile as I began nipping at her skin, hoping to leave a mark. As I did this her hand reached behind her, and wrapped into my hair. I moved my lips to her ear, and gently nibbled on the lobe before speaking.

"No baby girl, you're not dreaming." I whispered into her ear. Her body shivered at the sound of my voice, and I couldn't help but to smile. She was so soft, and plush. I don't care about the months that have gone by in this moment. I don't care that she pushed me away out of the request of her husband. Because in this moment she's mine. She wants me, and I can feel her need for me radiating off of her delicate body.

"I've missed you." She whispered, her voice now sounding fully awake. I hummed softly, and moved my lips to a spot behind her ear. Oh how she loved when I kissed this spot, and a moan had already escaped from those pretty lips. She turned around to face me, and she seemed surprised when she saw me. Her hand cautiously made its way to face, almost as if she were afraid that I'd disappear. The tips of her fingers traced my features. They made their way to my lips, and I found myself sucking sensually on her index finger. She pulled it away, and I gave her a sexy smile.

"I missed you too. I need you though Annabeth, my body became a fire at the sight of you. Always so beautiful, and look at that body. It should be a sin for a woman to have a body like yours." I told her, ripping the rest of the covers from her. I wanted to admire her figure, and she let me do so. I groaned at the sight of her. My shirt had hiked up on her body, so I could see black lace panties tracing over her hip bones.

"Harry we shouldn't." She told me, batting her eyelashes. Her voice was so pure, and innocent, there wasn't a voice in Britain that spoke like her. I slid my hand under the shirt, and rubbed small circles on her stomach. She let out a delicate whimper, that made my tight pants grow tighter.

"Oh your right Annie my dear we shouldn't. Your desire is so strong though baby girl, I can almost taste it. That sounds quite nice actually, I think that's what I should do." I told her. I watched as her eyes widened at my words, and her mouth fell open as if she wanted to object. I pulled the shirt off her body, and she didn't stop me. She looked like a perfect little hourglass. Her breast were bare, and sticking proudly off of her chest. Those are mine, I couldn't help but to think. I dove in for them, wrapping my lips around her nipple. She gasped when I lightly bit it, and her hips jerked towards mine.

"Harry please." She begged me, making me chuckle. I felt a smirk play on my lips, as I raised my head. Her eyes were wide, and her face begged me as well.

"Harry please what baby girl?" I asked her. She let out another whimper, making my smirk turn into a cheeky grin.

"I need to feel you." She told me. I hummed at her, and lowered my head. I reached her black lace underwear, and cocked my head. I ran a finger over the thin fabric, feeling how wet she was for me. I took her underwear off of her, and tossed it. I had never seen a woman so wet. As I had said before she was filled with so much desire for me. Just so much desire.... I frowned my eyebrows, and sat up. She seemed confused at my sudden actions.

"Your so ready for me. After all this time, here we are. You're lying naked on my bed, ready for me to make love to you however I please to do so. You don't care if I'm rough or gentle, you just want to feel me. After all this time here we are..." I mumbled, trailing off. I could tell Annabeth didn't understand where I was going with this. Hell I didn't really understand it. I should just take her. This is what I wanted yes? I crawled back up so my face was only inches apart from hers. I held her cheek in my hand, and stared into her hazel eyes.

"I could do some many things to you Annabeth. You don't know how a man is meant to treat a woman. I bet you've never even climaxed. I could make you do this though. I could lock the door, and have you screaming my name. We'd hear objections coming outside the room, but you'd be feeling to good to care." I started to ramble on about the consequences, good and bad, of what we were about to do. She needed to feel me. She was almost sick with desire. Her complexion had an odd tent to it, that would only change by being brought to her peak. Then she'd be left with a beautiful afterglow.

"So why are we talking about it Harry? Why don't you take me? Why don't you make me yours, you know I want you?" I was awarded with questions. I started to feeling her unbuttoning my shirt, but I stopped her. I brought her hand's to my lips, and placed a kiss on them.

"I haven't even kissed your lips since I've been here. Will you kiss me Annie?" I asked her. She nodded, and moved her lips to mine. She tasted of strawberry just as she always had. Her lips were soft, and plush. Even though her lips were molded by Gods to fit mine, she wasn't moving at my pace. I pulled away from her.

"Slow Annabeth. Be gentle now love." I admonished her. She nodded her head, and darted back to my lips. She wasn't listening to me though. Her lips sucked on mine hungry, and she even pulled at my bottom lip with her teeth. Her hand went back to trying to undress me. Normally this would have turned me on, but in this moment I actually felt my hard start to go limp. I also felt I small surge of anger boil in my chest. I pulled away from her.

"Annabeth I said be gentle! You're always so eager! Desire that's all it is, that's all it ever is!" I yelled at her getting up, and tossing the blanket back on to her body. I didn't want to see it anymore. That women's body is a sin. No man should be allowed to touch her, or even look at her. Not even me. She shrieked back, and pulled the blanket towards her.

"I'm sorry Harry, I just thought..." I held my hand, and cut her off.

"That's your problem Annabeth you just thought instead of listening to me." I snapped at her. I saw tears start to well up in her eyes. A small tear made a river down her cheek. She looked down at her hands, and began to pick at her nail polish.

"You sound like your brother." She told me, her voice very low. I glared at her, and lightly scoffed. I'm nothing like my brother.

"Yeah well you chose him over me! You're sitting here with desire, that's all it is! You want Riden to love you! News flash sweetheart, he never will! You don't care about me! You wanted me to leave!" I yelled at her. She stared at me in shock. I started to pace the room. I ran my hands through my hair, and started to feel tears in my own eyes.

"You're going to have a family with him not me..." I whispered mainly to myself. "It's just desire Annie that's all it is..." I added on. Then I straightened my clothes. I looked in the mirror to make sure I was presentable, even though I had no intentions of leaving the room. I went to the other side of the bed refusing to look at her. I stripped down to my boxers. I got under the covers, and once again pulled her body towards mine. I put my arm over her waist, and buried my head into her hair.

"Go back to sleep." I told her. She remained silent, and I don't think she ever did go back to sleep. I didn't think much into it though. Like I said before I came up here for a nap, and that's exactly what I did. I fell into a comfortable, dreamless, slumber...

Notes

So yeah that just happened... Harry is a bit off in this chapter, but you know it happens to the best of us. So let me know what you think!!!

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All the Love,

~JR