I waited patiently for Harry to get off stage. It's been two days now since Zayn left the band, and he wasn't handling it very well. Thought he still performed his best and told everyone he supported Zayn, he still couldn't help but feel a little pissed.
He didn't exactly blame Zayn, he knew the personal things that were going on in his life, but he couldn't believe it when he left. To him, it just wasn't the same without the five of them performing. I sat on a sofa in his dressing room, hands folded when I heard the high pitched screams of their fans. They were done performing. I bit my lip and bounced my leg nervously.
I wasn't sure what to expect when he walked through the door, but I was anticipating something not good.
When the door busted open I jumped in shock. The screaming of the fans became louder, and I heard shouts from their managers and workers. Harry slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the sofa beside me.
He ran a hand through his sweat soaked curls. He was shaking, and more than usual. "Harry?" I whispered. I wasn't sure if he had heard me because of the screams, but then he grunted.
"Are you okay?" I put my hand onto his lap. His flinched, but I kept my hand there.
"How could he?" Was all he said. I knew immediately what he meant. How could Zayn leave.
"You know what was going on with him, Harry." I frowned.
"And? That doesn't mean he should have left!" He jumped up from the couch and clenched his jaw. "We could have helped him." He said through gritted teeth.
"How? How could you have helped him Harry?" I got up after him and walked towards him. He stepped back.
"Stay away, Ash. I don't want to hurt you." He flared. But I didn't step back. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He would never hurt me.
"Seriously, Ash. I'm upset, I don't know what I'll do." He was frustrated, sad, and disappointed. All of which were never good combined together, but that made me want to help him even more.
I reached out for him this time. I grabbed his arm and he tensed. "Ash," he choked out. Now he was crying. Shit.
"Harry, don't cry." I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. His shirt was soaked with sweat, but I didn't mind.
"It's just so hard, Ash." He wiped away his tears. I pulled away from our embrace and looked up into his sullen eyes.
"I know it is, Haz." I took his hands into mine. "But you have to let it go. he's made his choice."
He took a deep breath. "I know he has. But, he helped me. He understood me when no one else did." He admitted.
I didn't know what to say. It kind of pained me to hear that because it made me feel as if I didn't do much to help him.
Harry must have seen the look on my face, because he took my face in his hands and made me look up at him. "Ash you know I love you, and I didn't mean what I just said, like that."
"I know," I told him. Truth was though, I didn't and I never did.
Harry sighed and ran and hand through my hair. "You're so damn beautiful, you know?" He said. I couldn't help but blush and feel giddy inside. He constantly tells me these things, and every time I feel a certain way.
"Harry," I whispered. He put a finger to my lips and told me to be quiet. I did as told. He lowered his finger from my lips and leaned in to kiss me.
Our lips connected with a fiery passion. Our kisses were always intense and they always left me breathless but wanting more every time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "You taste so sweet," he murmured.
I smiled and led him towards the sofa. I sat him down and straddled his lap. "God, Ash." He said as I straddled him.
I began to move my body against him roughly. "Fuck," he moaned. I smirked and knew I had him going. Sex was always something that took his mind away from things.
"You like that?" I leaned into his ear and nibbled on his earlobe. He moaned against the skin of my neck and sent shivers through my body. I loved knowing that I made him feel this way. That I was the only one who could please him right.
I pulled away from our passionate embrace and lifted my shirt above my head. Damn did I pick the perfect night not to wear a bra. Harry eyed my chest hungrily. His hands moved up my stomach and towards my chest.
I grabbed hold of his arms. "Let me take care of you tonight." I got off of his lap and stripped my pants and underwear off.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Harry moaned. I felt my stomach flutter. Harry could always make me feel so special.
I got down on my knees in front of Harry, and undid his belt. I tossed it to the side, and fiddled with his zipper. I could already see his erection inside his pants, ready to pop out, ready for attention. "Do I really do this to you?" I teased and palmed him through his jeans.
"Fuck yes, baby." He rested his head on the back of the couch and groaned deeply in his throat. I bit my lip and smiled.
Slowly I pulled his jeans off and saw just how ready he was for me through his underwear. He may not have been the biggest, but he definitely did know how to work it. And I was always left happy. I reached into his underwear with one hand and began stroking him.
Harry moaned profanities. I smiled.
I pulled Harry's underwear off of him and scooted closer. I placed one hand on his member and began stroking. I used my other hand to pleasure myself. Harry especially liked it when I played with myself when I stroked him.
"Fuck Ash, you really know how to make a man feel good." He looked at me. I batted my eyelashes at him and stroked him faster. At the same time I pleased my self faster.
"Fuck!" I called out as I felt myself reaching my high.
Harry pulled my hand away. "I make you come." He demanded. I nodded and stood up. He pulled off his shirt and gestured for me to sit on the couch.
I obeyed and sat down. I made sure I was on the edge of the cushion so that I could easily spread my legs. Harry got onto his knees, placed both of my legs on his shoulders, and looked at me. "You're so wet for me Ash." He smirked. His smirk alone could cause me to cum at the state I was in.
Harry's hands wandered around my body, feeling every crevice there was. He planted kisses down my thighs. They were rough long kisses, ones that left marks and left me wanting more. He slapped thigh kissed the same spot he hit.
He never did that before, but it felt so good. I could already see the mark where he slapped. "God," I moaned out. Harry smirked and began kissing closer to my clit. He left a trail leading right to it, and slowly began nibbling. The sensation shot through me like a bullet. Only it didn't hurt. No, it felt good. Amazing.
His tongue maneuvered around my clit, flicking it back and forth, licking it roughly until I felt numb. I dug my hands into his hair and pulled him closer. He slipped a finger into me and at first slowly penetrated me. Both his tongue and finger worked expertly to arouse me.
All of the pleasure at once had me going. It was too much, and it felt so good. My body ached and when he pulled his tongue away I moaned for more. "There's plenty more to come baby." He told me. I nodded and leaned back. He finger left me and I felt empty. Until his tongue surprised me.
"Oh, god, yes!" I called out. He pulled out and licked my pussy, and then his tongue entered inside of me again. He did this in a rotation, and it felt so good.
"Ha-Harry," I got out between gasps of air. "If we're going to have sex you better fuck me now, or I'm going to come." I huffed out. He acknowledged what I said and got up. My legs felt like jelly after being on his shoulders for so long.
Harry flipped me over and spread my legs apart. I held myself up on the back on the couch, and waited for him.
I turned my head and saw Harry reaching into his pants. "I always come prepared." He joked. He ripped off the wrapper from the condom and slowly rolled it on.
"You need to get on the pill soon, or something," he said as he walked towards me. He pulled my arms behind my back and held me there. "I want to feel every bit of you." He rammed into me full force, without giving me any warning.
"Fuck!" I cried out. I tried to yank my arms free but he restrained me even more.
With every thrust I called out more profanities, and with every thrust I came closer to my edge. "Fuck, you're so tight." Harry bit his lip. His thrusts became more ragged and slow. The only noises in the room was our panting and the sound of skin slapping.
"God I'm so close," Harry huffed. I was too, but I didn't want it too stop. I never did.
Harry started thrusting into me and then pulling out completely. Each time he did this I whimper at the feeling. I felt empty without him. I needed him.
My legs locked up, and my toes curled. I held it until I heard Harry yell out. "Fuck!" And I knew he came, and so did I.
I fell on my back on the couch and laid there, listening to our heavy breathing. I watched as Harry threw away the filled condom and quickly pulled his clothes back on.
My body felt so amazing, and I wanted that feeling to last. "I love you, Haz."
He stopped buttoning his jeans and looked at me. "I love you too, Ash." He walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "You're amazing." He whispered in my ear.
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