*Mild Sexual Content
(Not edited and kind of just a filler, sorry loves)

Meet Me in the Hallway - Harry Styles

Piercing, rich light peaked through the giant bay window next to the two lazy pair in the king-sized bed. Harry was the first to wake and almost like an instinct, the man swiftly pulled his head down to place a brief kiss on Helen's lips, waking her up from her beautiful, slumbered state. Her smile was the first sign of consciousness, then following that her glistening powder blue eyes were flaunted.

Both are still completely exposed and bare, clinging onto each other to bring some sense of complete warmth to their glistening, dirty bodies. Neither one had taken a shower, much to their disliking, but nevertheless, they both would very soon. Something deep in their clustered minds screamed that they weren't done just yet.

"Good morning," Harry breathed, raspy voice echoing through the spacious room. His ring-filled hand laid to rest on her tainted cheek, making Helen's eyes restlessly fall closed once again. But just a touch wasn't enough for Harry; He had to have more of her body than just her smooth, rosy cheek. His lips met down with hers in a blissful contact, his main priority being her full-figured bottom lip. Electricity sparked throughout both of their bodies, filling them with yearning desire and avidity.

The distance of Harry's hand and Helen's core crept smaller and smaller by the second. Caressing from her cheek, the prominent veins peaking out of her tight neck, the heartbeat that quickens it past with ever brush of his finger tip, her stomach that does summersaults with intimate touches, all the way down to her throbbing, needy center. His finger gently massages Helen's clit, sending endless waves of pleasure throughout her veins, earning loud groans.

"Mmm, Harry. We should be getting ready," Helen moans into their touch, but surprisingly doesn't push the lad's away from their intertwined lips or shove his hand away from where she longed for him. Helen knew she was all talk and absolutely no action, always had been. "We both have to take showers. Come on."

Stubbornly like Harry is, the eager man wouldn't budge. "Mhm, and why don't we shower together," he suggested, slightly damp fingers slipping into Helen's wet folds. "We would be saving water, darling."

Helen felt Harry's wrist flex underneath her, one single digit easing into her, driving her completely mad. She didn't think that she would desire so much from Harry in such a short-lived time frame. Helen has had relations with many guys in her existence, granted, but what shocked the girl was that she kept coming back for more with Harry. It completely and utterly blew the young woman's mind. To be able to hold him and to love on him, maybe not love him but to show him what a gist of love feels like.

The driving of Harry's finger gains momentum as he introduced two more, tightly filling her. Helen's jaw sunk at the feeling, head colliding with the bed as Harry's divine lips attacked her hickey-filled neck from the base up. "Fuck- Harry, please." Helen's hands entangled themselves in the mess of his hair, just at the vertex of his straining neck. She is still not quite as well-aquatinted with his newly-cut tangled mess; Helen missed being able to really tug on the mop.

Taking Helen off guard, Harry's digits are withdrawn. The panting woman's breathing increases in anticipation for any and everything that is yet to come. "You're so good, princess," Harry whispers, drawing his lips from the base of her neck to her bucking hips, just below her waistline. His tongue lapping around her creamy skin, giving Helen an inviting sign as to what is heading her way.

Slowly but surely, Harry's mouth makes a blissful encounter with Helen, in no rush to get the action over and done with. "So fucking sweet, Helen. You're so fucking sweet," Harry groans, forcing the woman's rapidly increasing, opposing hips down to the off-white, satin-sheeted mattress. The hands belonging to Helen make harsh pushes to Harry's head, trying somehow to decrease the distance between them, but by doing so, increasing the friction. "Baby, more. Taste more."

Tongue meeting in between Helen's folds, he makes gentle strokes. "Harry," Helen practically screams, but his strong hand removes from her thighs to her parting, moan echoing lips, enclosing around them. "Shh. Can't have anyone hearing, now can we?" His words were quite muffled but Helen heard the raspy, lustful voice. The deep voice was entirely too distinguished to miss, no matter how low.

"You kill me, baby." Helen's hands gripped onto the white down-comforter underneath them, quite so tightly that white appeared on the flesh of her knuckles. Pearly white teeth were edged into her bottom lip due to the endless pleasure running through her body. The look Harry gave Helen in that moment sent her completely over-top, crying out in bittersweet pleasure. His lustful, dark eyes showed who was in charge, who had the power, sending shivers down Helen's spine. But she knew Harry felt it too, this magic moment shared between them.

Stopping was the last thing Helen wanted to do, but given that the realtor could call at any given second, the beautiful conversion between the two was put on hold. Harry allowed his mouth one last good taste, before pulling away with a smile. Helen was breathing abnormally fast. She laid against the bed, trying to steadily match her inhaling with Harry's. "Hmm. Now that I've had my breakfast," Harry starts, slowly standing up to take Helen's hand in his large ones, pulling her up to his stance and embracing Helen into his strong arms. Lips placed against her small ear, the raspy voice was quite clear. "Maybe a round two in the shower love. Yeah? Would you like that?"

Harry's grin spread from one ear to the other, knowing just how audacious the lad was acting. His head stooped down to Helens neck, placing fierce, yet tender kisses onto her smooth neck. "Hmm," Helen moaned. "Sounds tempting, but I'm gonna have to resist," she smirks (nothing like Harry's though), gripping onto the side of his tanned body, pushing her companion in the opposite direction, defying the chemistry.

"Your loss," Harry shrugged while smirking, silently praying that Helen would change her mind by the time he was out of the shower.

Walking over to his suitcase, he pulled out a Gucci t-shirt, almost going through with the option, but realizing how he needed to lay low. An eight-hundred dollar top would practically scream that they had loads of cash, which could ruin the whole plan. So, contrary to the thought, he pulls out a simple black t-shirt and black skinny jeans that he happened to possess.

Harry made his way into the bathroom, connected to the ensuite. As soon as the rushing sound of water glistening from the shower head echoed through the large suite, Helen took a look around the room. It was no doubt that the hotel's cleanliness was doable, but Helen always liked it to be flawlessly immaculate, so something kicked in for her to straighten up. Pink lacy underwear from her black as night suitcase was retrieved and slipped up her long, bronze legs and one of Harry's t-shirts was pulled onto her, which was just the ideal size for her body, her small head fitting perfectly through the hole, bringing forth no absolute trouble.

The woman didn't know where to start. The unorganized man's suitcase was cluttered, the bed comforter and silk sheets were in a tangled mess, which the comforter ended up on the floor, and clothes were scattered all over the room from last nights previous actions. Helen had always heard that if you wanted to get anything done, start with being able to see all of the floor, so that's what she started on.

Reaching down, she grabbed the white down-comforter from the tiled floor, throwing it atop of the messy bed, to clear out the first section. Starting with her clothes, spaced out perfectly in a line, she picked up her baby-pink sweater, ripped jeans, and creamed push-up bra. Next came Harry's clothes, starting with his black jeans. As she wrapped her hand around the ends of the jeans, a crumpled piece of paper edged out of his pocket, making its way down to the floor with a thud.

Helen's first initial thought was that it was the realtors phone number, but something made her second guess that, pulling her to reach down and grab it. She was completely and utterly curious to find out what was written on that paper, and for no obvious reason. Snooping was never her thing, but today it was made an exception. But as she opened the paper, she wished she would've thought about it a bit more before making this game-plan decision.

Dear Helena,

I'm sitting here at my office desk writing this letter, not only to instruct you on what to do, but to give you answers to every single thing that is about to complicate your life, if it hasn't enough already. I suppose you are reading this on the airplane to pass the time, which I hope Harry followed my orders and did just that, but I know he did. I trust that man with my life and in this case, you my dear, are my life. We are so entirely sorry that you have to walk this line of chaos, just after your twenty-first birthday, just when everything was starting to go so swell for you. My darling, this is only temporary, we will have a fix for this situation soon.

Helen didn't know how to comprehend this letter or Harry's actions. She was pained to the core that she had to find this letter from her father by herself. Would he have even given it to her? She didn't know the answer to that, but knew she would eventually find out. Helen wanted to be happy that she was finally getting answers but she was overcome by anger, anger for the man who went against her fathers orders and her hard-to-get trust.

Now for the thing you want: answers. I can not give you much details on this seemingly tragic event, but I can tell you that it was all for the best intentions, both for you and this family. What all that has happened, or is about to happen, it's all for business inquiries only. It's as simple as something went wrong in the business and it's not safe for you to be here. I hate having to be so vague about this topic but it's all of what I can give, sweetheart.

My guesstimate on when you will be returning would be six months to one year. We know that sounds so long and dreading, but just try to focus on yourself and listen to Harry at all costs, no exceptions. But I can assure you, when your departure from New York is made and you arrive back in London, you will be joining the company. You have my complete and total word on that one, darling.

It was all too quiet in the hotel suite, ensuring that Harry had gotten out of the shower, but fire raged within the woman, screaming at her in that rough, chilling voice to not leave, to face him and find out remedies for this ugly occurrence. And that's exactly what Helen did, she stood her ground, waiting patiently for Harry's bright, cheeky face to arrive back into the stressed atmosphere, consumed of displeasure and confusion. But until then, she continuously read silently, the letter that would change everything.

As you've figured out by now, you've had to cut your hair that I know you've held onto dearly since you were six. I remember always hearing you say you'd never cut it, that you wanted to grow it just as long as Rapunzel's hair. Deeply sorry that it didn't play out like that, love. Something that I know will cheer you up is the fact that I requested that a debit card in your name be left secretly in your suitcase, so when you get a chance please look in your makeup bag, second pocket.

Don't get too excited for this, but there is fifty grand placed on the card, and I want you to only use it for things you need. When I say things you need that includes, a new wardrobe (preferably middle class), two decent cars that don't scream money, and anything along the sort to set up your new image. Don't use this card as a down payment for the apartment Harry is purchasing either, I have already taken care of that for the both of you guys. Its set up where you will view a certain amount of apartments and you and Harry will decide from there, which then I will be notified and things will be taken care of.

Excess light empowered the room as the rushing sound of the ensuite door pulling open was audible. The droplets of water plastered across the lads hair made the curls sink down, making his chocolate brown hair more so straight than anything. Originally, he had a smile on his face, but it was soon faded as his emerald eyes landed on what he knew was what he had neglected to administer to Helen.

The pissed off girl tried her so very best to keep her chill, using the tactic of biting the inside of her straining cheek as to calm her down, but everything blew out the second the appalled man open his mouth to speak, not wanting him to have the first word of his pathetic excuses. "What the actual fuck is this, Harry? Please, enlighten me. And why was it not in my hands the second we sat down on that god damn airplane like my father insisted?"

Harry was taken back by her roaring voice, it was almost like she turned into her dad for a split second. "Helen, chill the fuck out and listen to me." His hand found his way to his dripping mop as he strides to the fuming girl, getting drops of water on the tips of his fingers, soon to touch Helen's upper arms to try to calm her down. But Helen was in no way calm or finding the touch comforting. "Listen, I can't fully explain why I didn't give you the letter, but darling it was for your own-"

Harry was taken back when Helen had the audacity to literally apply her hand over the opening of his lips to silence any voice from being heard. "You know what? I don't want to hear that shit. I'm not arguing with you," she spit, releasing her hand and started to change and make herself presentable to go down to the lobby. "I'm going to go finish this letter that I should have been long done already. Make yourself useful and pick up the mess in here, will you?"

"Helen, what the fuck. Stop being dramatic, will you? I should have given you the letter, I'm sorry but my intentions were good," Harry groaned, throwing the damp towel in his hand at the dry wall, but not relieving his anger.

The wood, hotel door slammed shut, leaving a confused, dazed Helen on one side, and a livid, worried Harry on the other. But Harry did in fact make himself useful as he cleaned up the hotel to try to put a bandaid on the situation, taking his mind off of it, but not fully. Helen, on the other hand, walked down to the small coffee shop in the hotel, sitting down at an empty table in the vacant shop and pulling out the letter to resume her position, this time on the backside.

Now for the part you'll dread, I need you to get a job. This doesn't mean you can work at some high-end business. You can't go to school for something you've gone to college for, it has to be something not in the spotlight. Maybe try working for a magazine? Who knows. All I know is don't get your name out there much. Another note to take is to avoid social media at all cost. I'm trying to make it where no one finds you at all, and I would really prefer it if you changed your name for a bit, but I won't ask that much of you.

Out of all the things that have happened, please never forget your mom and I love you and she is watching over you, angel. She won't let anyone hurt you. Keep your head up darling and make a new life for yourself. Keep in touch with me when you get a new phone number set up. All the love in the world, your loving dad.

The cafe was small but she felt even smaller. Helen didn't realize it until now but she was nothing in New York City compared to how everything was in England. Everyone knew her and loved her in her home. She was the center of attention. But here and now, it was complete opposite and she felt so small and unable. She felt lied to. But most of all, she felt humiliated. But all that was left in her was to hope and pray, that as she walked back up to that suite, this Harry would have an explanation to everything and tell her this was all just one sick and cruel joke. But unluckily, that just want the case for pleading woman.