Texting Harry Styles

Wow. Wow. Wow.

I'm going to be meeting Harry styles in my hotel room, what is even happening? I turn to my mom and clear my throat.
"Mom I think I'm just gonna go back to the hotel, I'm jet lagged. You go out" I say.
"You sure?" She asks, looking concerned. I nod and she gives the taxi driver the hotel address.

Once at the hotel I run upstairs to the penthouse, wanting to be there before Harry. It turns out I'm not though, because he's slouched down against the wall. He looks absolutely ridiculous, he's wearing a large black hat and sunglasses, a black trench coat and a huge wooly scarf.
"Nice disguise" I scoff. Harry looks up and smirks, pulling off the hat and sunglasses.
"Best I could come up with in a short amount of time," I roll my eyes and push past him, unlocking the door with my key. I lead him into my room, thank god I'm not sharing with anyone. Harry shrugs off the large trenchcoat and scarf. Underneath he's wearing a white t shirt and tight black skinny jeans. He kicks off his boots and lies back on my bed.
"Lana bananaaaa" He sings.
"Yes Harold?" I smile, laying next to him.
"I'm so glad I met you," Harry leans into his side, his chin resting on his hand. He looks so cute and oh my god I'm so close to him.
"I'm glad I met you too, and I'm glad you're not some 45 year old pervert." Harry giggles and plays win my hair,
"You're so pretty baby," I blush at his words. I've never really been into pet names or stuff like that but when Harry says them they sound absolutely perfect.
"You're pretty too" I grin at Harry and he smirks.
"Why thankyou darling," He says in a posh accent. Harry clears his throat and stands up suddenly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Can I use your loo?" He asks. I nod and he wanders into my en suite. While he's absent I rummage through my suitcase, and quickly slip my dress over my head and put on a black kiss t shirt and white cotton shorts. The hotel left some fluffy robes in the wardrobe so I wrap myself in one of them to cover myself up. The bathroom door opens and Harry struts out, his hands behind his back, smiling cheekily.
"What?" I question, feeling confused. Harry pulls his hands out from behind his back, to reveal what he's holding. My face burns.

In his hands are my white laced underwear that I was wearing earlier today. I stomp over to him and try to snatch them out of his hands, but he's obviously stronger than me and end up ripping the panties in half.
"Harry! I liked them!" I whine, holding the ripped fabric close to my chest. I pretend to start crying and Harry cups my face.
"I'm sorry, I'll get you the exact ones I'm so-" I cut him off by bursting into laughter. He frowns at me, then realises I was pretending to be upset, then he puts his arms underneath my thighs and lifts me up. He drops me onto the bed and leans over me. He's practically straddling me. I blush at his closeness. Harry smirks and leans down. Our lips are practically inches apart, in fact if I leaned forward just a tiny bit we would be kissing. But of course I don't, because I am a wimp.
"This is nice," Harry says, a smile playing on his lips. I can feel my heart rate increasing and I know that Harry notices.
"Do you like this baby?" I bite my lip and nod. Harry groans and raises his eyebrows.
"What about this?" He leans forward and pecks my collarbone. His lips are cool and soft against my skin.
"And this?" He murmurs, kissing my neck. Wow. Wow. Wow.

A small moan escapes my lips and I can feel Harry tense. He leaves light, feathery kisses on my jawline then makes his way to my lips. He kisses me soft at first, sweetly.
But I want more. I run my hands through his curls and crash his lips onto mine, his tongue traces every corner of my mouth, leaving me breathless. After a few minutes of intense making out he pulls away, lifting me up again and sitting me on his lap.
"That was fun," He says and I giggle.
"Yes, it was."

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