Caught in a Lie ~ h.s.

♕ XII ♕

In the past I really wasn't one for a man with tattoos, but Harry just makes them sexy. The butterfly on his stomach, the ship on his bicep, the cross on his hand, and the ferns on his hips drive me wild. I want to sit and trace every single one with my fingertip and then my tongue.

"What?"

I hadn't realized that I had completely zoned out staring at his glorious body, but more specifically his happy trail leading down into the unknown. The last time we met neither of us went completely bare during our explorations of each others bodies and I've been intrigued to know all of him ever since. Was he big? Was he clean-shaven? I have had these questions swirling my mind everytime I think about last time.

"Nothing, just thinking." Harry smirks down at me, eyes following my previous gaze with an eyebrow raised.

"Were you thinking about my dįck?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I shrug, playing it cool as I relax down onto the couch. Harry laughs and lowers himself back down to be near to me again, my body instantly heating when his skin touches mine. "You know, I think you still have too many items of clothes on."

"Is that your subtle way of asking me to take my trousers off?"

"Maybe."

"You're cute, you know that." Harry stands fully and I find myself not being able to look away as he removes the grey trousers that made his bum look so delicious. When the trousers are gone he's left in a pair of black briefs, leaving little to the imagination when I see the slight bulge that's formed. One of my questions immediately is answered:

He's big.

In that moment an overwhelming urge to blurt my truth and tell him everything comes over my brain, practically nagging me like a mother would. This guilt that I had been pushing to the back of my brain decides to creep up as I lay here staring at his God-like body. I want to blurt out: I'm Princess Mabel Armitage-Winfield and I absolutely adore you. But my mouth only opens and closes like a cuttlefish, no words finding their way out. Why is telling the truth so hard?

At this point I'm scared that if I tell him he'll never look at me the same ever again. I'm scared that this thing will end before it's even begun if he knows who I am and why we can't have a normal relationship. He'll end it as soon as you tell him, my mind tells me, you told him a big lie, one that can't easily be forgiven. I swallow the truth down, distracting myself by pulling Harry down to me and planting an urgent kiss upon his lips, anything to get my head to stop swirling.

I'm desperate with my kisses, molding my lips to his as our tongues dance, challenging each other for dominance. My hands hold on to him, fingertips digging into the heated skin of his back as if if I even remotely loosen up he'll disappear from my grasp. The room grows ten degrees hotter as our exploring hands never seize their movements. Simultaneously, the room is hot and cold; I'm sweating yet I'm shivering. When his fingers run across the expanse of my inner thigh I intake a sharp breath, shocked. Our lips part from each other as my head falls back against a plush pillow in ecstacy.

"Is this okay?"

"God yes."

For the next few hours we're a tangled mess of limbs with lips exploring parts of the body not yet conquered between the two of us before. The air was a strong mix of salty sweat, Tom Ford cologne, and YSL Black Opium perfume, creating an overwhelming, sensual personalized scent. I feel high, though I've never touched drugs in my life I believe this is what it feels like. When his tongue ran over the most private part of my body I finally figured out what pure, raw pleasure felt like. He was a master of the arts, doing all the right things at all the right times. Positions were switched, mouths were replaced with hands, then replaced by mouths until we both collapsed in exhaustion.

I lay on his chest, staring up at those beautiful eyes and trying not to fall victim to slumber. His eyes are on me, a lazy grin adorning his plumper than usual lips. Nothing else is said between us before he's drifting off into a light sleep, my body going only minutes after. We sleep off the tire of our previous exercises, my naked body acting like a blanket over his as we dream together on his couch.

I'm awoken less than an hour later to the obnoxiously blaring of BTS's Fire; don't get me wrong, I love the song just not when it's waking you from a peaceful post-third-base activities. Neither one of us scrambles right away to turn the song off, simply letting the k-pop group continue their mini concert in the midst of Harry's living area.

"I have to go." Are the words that leave my mouth when we simply continue laying naked together. He pouts at me, strong arms wrapping around me tighter so I can't slip away. Laughter floats throughout the room, drowning out the music from our ears. "I know, I know. I don't want to go." This time it's me pouting as Harry softly slides me onto the couch to stand, his body heat leaving with him making me shiver.

"I don't want you to go either." He agrees as he hands me my knickers and bra. Like a true gentleman, he averts his eyes as I redress myself, him too finding his clothes and throwing them back on before shutting off the bloody alarm. "I understand, Mary."

"I don't want you to think I'm using you and then -"

"I know you're not." He interupts, keeping me from rambling out of control. He's smart to do so, because if I continued I'm sure there would have been tears shed. "I understand, wholeheartedly." No, you don't.

"I don't know when I'm going to be able to see you again, in general, but I'm also going out of the country at the end of the week. I promise to call you every night, that is if you still want to." Harry looks somber as if he thinks his brief silence is causing me to question whatever it is that we have.

He comes over to me, zipping me back into the virgin-white dress before wrapping his strong arms around my waist from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder whilst hands massage my stomach lightly, comforting me in more ways than one.

"Of course I still want to. I still very much like you, Mary."

"And I you, Harry." As I whisper those words I blink away the tears that are forming in the corners of my eyes. I'm glad he can't see my face, because I don't want to alarm him with the proof of my guilt and sadness. When a knock at his front door sounds I know our time together is again over, sending another wave of sadness through me. "That's Niall."

"I'll walk you out." He places a chaste kiss to the side of my neck before standing tall, gathering my things in his large hands, and walking me to the door. I take my things from his hands, thanking him with a head nod because speaking is hard when you're on the verge of crying. "I had an amazing day with you. Next time give me more of a heads-up and I'll plan one hęll of a date."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Good." We're interrupted when Niall knocks again, causing us both to outwardly groan in slight annoyance. "Until next time, Mary." He leans down placing a goodbye kiss against my lips. As my eyes fall shut a singular tear falls but when we pull away I'm quick to turn and wipe it.

"Until next time, Harry."

With that I'm leaving his place with tears in my eyes for the second time in two weeks. Niall and Harry say nothing to each other in their brief moment of seeing each other, nor do Niall and I speak on the way down to the car.

I'm silently crying as I sit in Niall's fiancée's car, letting the tears flow freely now that I'm out of sight of him. I don't care that Niall can clearly tell of the tears on my cheeks or the ragged nature of my breaths as I pry the wig off my head. My natural hair is pinned tightly up underneath a hair net and I'm still shocked at how the wig hasn't failed me yet.

"It's just so hard, Niall."

"I know, Mabel."

"I'm an awful person."

"You're not."

"But I feel like one."

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