Backstage (One Direction)

Chapter 22

WARNINGS: Talk of sex.

You have all been warned you youngen fans. ;)

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A week after our Alton Towers trip I was now spending the weekend with Harry in his shared apartment with Louis.

"Okay, so, what shall we watch first? We've got, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, Tangled, well, pretty much every Disney film." Harry stood in front of me as I sprawled out on the sofa with Harry's quilt over me.

"The Lion King! By the way, I hope you realise that you're going to have to put up with my incessant singing throughout this marathon." Harry merely winked, inserting the disc and then joining me on the sofa. He pulled the recliner part of the chair out, settling back against it and pulling me between his legs and against his chest.

"Let the marathon commence!"

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True to my word I sang along to every song that had been on, enjoying the fact that Harry had joined in singing heartily behind me.

We were now at the bit where Mufasa dies. I heard light sniffles behind me so I turned around only to find Harry's eyes filling with tears and his lower lip wobbling. Despite the way the image made my heart clench painfully I couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped my lips.

"Oh my god, are you- are you crying?!" Clearly put off by my amused, if shocked, expression Harry wiped his eyes, removing the tears that had managed to escape, and dug his hands into my sides, tickling me.

"No, please, I'm sorry!" I screamed, as we tumbled onto floor, Harry straddled over my hips as he tickled me mercilessly.

"Say, my crying is sweet!" He commanded, attempting to stay serious but the smirk on his face giving him away.

"You're crying is sweet!" Hey, I wasn't in the mood to play hardball- if he carried on tickling me I was probably going to end up kneeing him in the balls.

"Say I'm thee manliest man to ever man!"

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Say it!"

"Fine, you're the manliest man to ever man!" Obviously pleased with my co-operation he stayed on top of me simply looking down at me, dare I say it- lovingly.

"Why're you staring at me like that?" I furrowed my eyebrows, staring at him weirdly as he continued gazing at me.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are do you?" I blushed as his smirk grew.

"Shut up." It's not that I wasn't pleased (read: overwhelmingly flattered that, ohmygod, Harry freaking Styles thinks I'm beautiful, holy hell) at the compliment but it was hard to believe it when millions of beautiful girls fawned over my boyfriend whilst I was just a normal girl from Bradford.

"Not until you believe it gorgeous." He unexpectedly leaned down towards me capturing my lips with his. The soft pressure instantly caused my sense to ignite throughout my body, the beautiful tingling that I had come accustomed to feeling whenever I was near him. Harry moved a hand slowly behind my head before entangling his fingers into my brown hair, bringing me somehow closer to him. He moved his legs so that he was now completed laid on top of me, his weight a comforting and pleasant feeling against my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist drawing him closer teh action causing Harry to moan into my mouth making a small smile grace my lips. He grinded his hips lightly into me, creating enough pressure to cause me to respond in a moan, making him smirk at his achievement.