A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 21: Space

Instinctively, I graze my fingers along his back and he quickly removes the plaid shirt so that his upper body is only covered by the white t-shirt underneath. My eyes revel in the sight. His arms are busting out of the sleeves and I can see the lean muscle of his abs underneath the fabric. I don't have time to think before his lips connect with mine again, and he sucks lightly on my lower lip. Surprisingly, I let out a moan and he pulls away to stare at me, smirking.

"What?" I smile, chuckling at myself and him.

"That was pretty sexy Delcourt. You alright there?" He retorts, all the while that smirk still plastered to his face.

"Are you?" I say pointing to the area between his legs, which seems just that slight bit tighter in his already-too-tight jeans.

"Barely." He replies before kissing me again.

I laugh into the kiss and run my fingers underneath the white t-shirt. The skin on his back is hot and smooth as I slide my hands further towards his shoulder blades. He grabs my waist and then flips me on top of him so that I'm straddling his hips and his head is now on the pillow. He leads his hands from my waist to my stomach and stops right before they reach my breasts. I don't know where this could go, and it seems like he's deciding how far to take it. 

Fueled by the haze and intensity of the moment, I lean down to kiss him again, which causes his hands to graze my chest.

"Can we maybe go to a bedroom?" He asks through breathless kisses.

The question causes my already unsteady heart to skip a couple beats. Can we go to a bedroom? Should we go to a bedroom? 

"Umm, no. No... - wait." The minute the words leave my mouth, I remove my body from his and I stand close to the couch opposite from him.

He looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips swollen from our kissing. His eyes are searching my face, trying to read what I'm about to do.

"I can't - we can't. I'm not..." He sits back up and gestures for me to come closer to him with his hand.

When I do, he puts his arms around my thighs and looks up at me from his upright position on the couch. 

"I didn't mean to have sex." He smiles at me so reassuringly I almost melt in his arms right there. My knees already feel weak from standing this long after what just happened.

"Oh." Is all that can escape my own swollen lips.

"Harry can I tell you something?"

"Anything." He leans his chin onto my stomach and looks back up at me, his arms still wrapped around my thighs. 

"I'm... - well, I haven't... I'm... - I haven't had sex before." I look away once my confession is out in the air. Harry doesn't pull away from the hold he has on me, which is a surprise since I thought he'd call me a baby and then leave or something. 

"That doesn't bother me Lily. In fact it's kind of a turn on." After he answers, he pulls me by the legs onto his lap. I put my arms around his neck again and stare down at him, heart pounding out of my chest all the while. 

"Really?" I question, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'm dead serious." He smiles back up at me and pecks me on the cheek softly. 

"But wait, what about not being able to see me because of the tour and shit?" I seem to bring myself back to Earth with the question, and slide partially off of his lap, leaving my legs in place over his.

"Fuck." He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his curls. "I don't know what to do about it. I can't come see you anymore, I know that. And that fucking article made management go ape shit about me seeing you again."

I cringe at the mention of the article. I really didn't need to know that management doesn't even want Harry and I to be near each other. 

"Sorry." He looks over to me with an apologetic smile. 

"No it's fine." I smile back at him.

We both sit in silence for a few seconds. I can tell that he's going through ways in his head that might work for us to meet up before the end of the tour, and I'm doing the same. But with my getting ready for university in September, and his tour ending in October, I'm not sure there's any time in between. October is only two months away, that's not too bad, right?

"Fuckkk." He draws out the word in frustration.

"It's fine Harry, seriously. The most we'd be apart is like two months and that's not bad considering this is technically the second time we've spent together. It'll be fine." I try to console him but he doesn't seem to be buying it.

"No, but it won't. I don't know about you but the past two weeks have felt like a year and it makes no sense, but I had to come see you." His confession shocks me.

Although I had a pretty crappy two weeks since I last saw him, I put it down to my boring ass life, not his lack of presence. Maybe it was? Fuck, I don't know anymore. His confession keeps ringing in my ears: I had to come see you.

"Oh, you did? But don't you have fun on tour?" 

"Of course I do, but it's not the same. When I sang knowing you were there that one night, it was like this rush that I keep craving. Fuck I'm so sorry I must sound like an idiot."

His continual confessions are continually shocking me, but he sounds like the furthest thing from an idiot. It just makes me feel more... alive? Woah the thought reminds me of one of their songs. Fuck, I always will be a fan won't I?

"You don't sound like an idiot Harry," I laugh before continuing, "Here's what we'll do. You'll go back on tour, I'll get ready for university, and then when you're not crazy busy, you know where to find me."

"And I will definitely come find you Delcourt. Count on that much." He smirks at me again before leaning in to brush his nose gently against my cheek.

"I will." Is all I can think to say.