A/N: SO MUCH CONTENT in recent weeks but most importantly how do we like the album? I'm obsessed!! Drop your top 3 songs in the comments!
Next chapter, we're heading downunda!
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"Oh my god! Paul!"
"What the fuck?" He pulls his head away from his neck. I whine at the loss of contact but he presses his fingertip against my lips and looks at me disapprovingly. "I know we just went on our first real date tonight, but you should at least remember my name, Love."
"Stop that," I scold him before I lean in and leave a kiss on his lips. "He accompanied us and protected us all night and I didn't even wish him a good night."
He smiles sweetly at me, as if to say 'aw sweet Mia, that's not the way things are done', but he doesn't say anything at all. Instead, he shakes his head and presses his lips flat against mine, unable to hold in the smile he has for my ignorance.
"You can wish him a good morning– no," he stops himself and adjusts his hold under my thighs, pushing me higher up on the back of the door. "Safer bet is you can wish him a good afternoon if I get my way."
"When have you ever not gotten your way?"
He tickets the underside of my thighs before answering. "The first three months I knew you were pretty tough. Wanted to kiss who the whole time."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Do you remember back then? I was convinced you didn't like me. The only reason I had some hope was that you kept staying over at my house every weekend and even then I'm pretty sure it's because I had the printer so you could edit your book."
"You really are an idiot, Harold."
"I only half believe it," he breaks out into his million-dollar smile. "Truth is I wanted to but I didn't want to overstep and lose you forever. And then you made it through an evening with some of my most outrageous friends and I knew that if you could handle that, I might be in with a shot."
"So you were testing me?"
His eyes bug out wide and I think his heart might stop for a moment or two as he thinks about his answer. "Uhhhh."
"Chill, H," I unwrap my legs from around his waist and stand before him. "So you did test me," I state with a blank expression, letting his mind spin.
I'm being cruel.
Then why is it so fun?
I play my mock disappointment with a deep sigh and a little pat on his chest.
"It's okay, Harold," I sidestep him and begin to walk away and I can practically feel the anxiety seeping off of him.
I'm being very very cruel.
"Mia I–" but he stops talking the moment I turn and face him. There are about ten feet between us now and he looks very guilty.
Let him off the hook.
"I only have one thing to say to you," I mutter, barely able to keep up the facade. A smile breaks out across my lips the second I take a breath in anticipation of my next, more revealing statement. "I'm glad I passed your tests."
"I–" his jaw drops as we stare at each other for a moment. "You better fucking run."
He gives me no head start before he lunges toward me. I screech and run across the room, even jumping over the corner of the table to delay the inevitable.
Harry catches me at the threshold of the balcony. He wraps his arms tightly around me, the force of his assault making me bend over in laughter as he attacks me with kisses on my neck.
"That was brutal, baby," he manages to get out between lippy attacks before he steps back just a fraction, spins me so I'm facing him, and arches me back again, only this time in the other direction. "My heart fell out of my ass when I thought you were angry with me."
"The Mia I was back then definitly would have been, but we've had sex since then. I've realized all the perks that come with dating you." He bears his teeth against my neck at my words, wrapping his arms tighter around my midsection. "Oh, and I fell in love with you, forgot about that little detail."
"That's only a little detail?"
I peer up at him, a glow radiating from my cheeks as I cup my hands around his and allow myself to drown in his loving gaze for a few moments before saying, "okay, that part was a pretty big deal."
This whole time he's been slowly walking us around the balcony and now I'm leaning against the railing, back arched over the edge and I'm so happy to be filled with food and wine and wrapped up in his arms that if we fall into the sea, I will die a happy lady."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Death."
"I'm kissing your neck and groping your ass and you're thinking about death?"
"Yes," I say a little unsteadily. "But I was dying happy. That must count for something."
"As long as we go together."
"Don't think I could do that to your fans," I brush the curls out of his face but they don't stay that way for long.
"Then I'm sorry but you can't die anytime soon."
"Then don't let go," I giggle. "I'm about to tumble over."
He must not have realized just how precarious I felt leaning over the railing like this because instantly he's walking us back to safety and until he's sitting down on a chair that was not at all meant for two grown humans to sit on at the same time.
"Feel safe now?"
"I always feel safe with you, H."
I don't allow him to respond.
Harry's lips taste like wine and the tiramisu that we shared. It was our second dessert. We started with a chocolate cake and I thought I was convincing when I told him that was enough of a desert but he must have seen my face when the neighboring table was eating it because ten minutes later our own portion of tiramisu was delivered to our table.
I'm stuffed to the brim, floated beyond anything I've ever felt, and I'm insanely happy about it... and the fact that I'm on his lap with his cock noticeably straining against the zipper of his trousers.
With my mouth latched to his, I let my hands roam down his chest, stalling at his two conventional nipples, showing them some love before my fingers move south and start unfastening the few buttons he managed to secure this evening.
"Do you think anyone can see us out here," I ask him curiously between kisses? Before he can answer, I fumble with the button on his trousers before moving down his zipper. "Because if I don't have you soon, I might explode."
"I love an impatient woman," he pushes my hair out of my face as I expose his cock and pull the fabric of my dress out of the way so I can get into position. "Suddenly so eager. You're gonna unman me."
Well, I am holding his dick in my hand so suppose I do have that power at the moment.
"And I love it when you let me take control," and without breaking eye contact, I guide myself onto him.
"Holy... fuck, baby," he tips his head back and lets his jaw go slack as I sit down fully on him. "As if I give you control."
His words are breathy and completely blissed out as he targets all the intensity he's feeling into squeezing my hips.
A groan escapes him, causing me to bend down and bite his lip. "Christ... you fucking take it," he admits through gritted teeth. "I never had control."
I need this. We need this.
A feeling this good should be taken and given and shared. I can feel him in every single cell of my body, spiraling and tingling. I'm on the tip of my toes as I move up and down on him. My legs must be aching but the ecstasy I feel with him inside me overshadows it all.
"Fuck," Harry groans again, his grip tightening around my waist forcing my movements to slow to the point where I whine in annoyance.
"Mia, hold on a sec."
I stop immediately and open my eyes. He looks okay and I swear he gave me consent... did I make it up? Did I force myself on him? And in public?
"Don't look at me like that. The world's not ending," he explains as a sweet smile crosses his face. "I'm not wearing a condom."
About a million thoughts cross my mind the moment I realize.
Do I want to be reckless? It feels so good but I also do not want a baby... no matter how cute they would be.
But would a baby be so bad?
He's going on tour next year! You cannot be pregnant and stuck on a tour bus.
But you could always work it out.
I did start taking the pill a few days ago but the doctor specifically said that if I want to be as safe as I can be with this form of birth control, we should continue to use a condom for the first week, two to be extra safe.
So we're half safe but I've also been planning this big reveal and yet it seems so insignificant right.
Like I said this feels so good.
I feel his lips gently placed on mine first and then his words. "Earth to Mia."
"Yes, Mr. Styles."
He rolls his eyes but in that loving way that makes my heart bloom. "You know what that does to me. Now hang on."
I wrap my arms around my neck and do the same with my legs around his waist when stands up and walks into our bedroom.
"I'm impressed," I push my fingers through his soft hair, tilting his head up to me.
"Funny you mention it, I've been walking for over two decades now," he jokes.
"While that is impressive, I was talking about how you walked in here and sat down without slipping out of me."
"I'm full of hidden talents, baby."
We share a kiss before I force myself to get off and be responsible, which isn't saying much as I just pounced on his unprotected and in public a little bit ago.
Finding a condom is easy, processing how bold I've become takes a little longer.
I'm just surprised at myself and proud. This time last year I was timid and scared and still hiding so much. Not that it's a bad thing to be timid or scared of some things and secrets in life are sometimes necessary, but I've come to learn better ways to manage my own emotions and allow myself to accept the good things in life.
The biggest good thing in my life is the man sitting on the edge of the bed, trousers around his ankles, with a nervous look on his face.
"Please don't overthink this, it's fine! I barely thrust into you! We haven't made a baby yet."
Oh, sweet Harry. I might have traumatized him in the past with my indecisiveness.
"No, no no!" I rush over to him and jump onto the bed next to him, landing on my knees. "You silly boy, I'm doing the opposite," I cup his face and stroke my thumbs back and forth over his cheeks. "A year ago I was just barely confident enough to kiss you! Ten minutes ago I pulled your dick out and started riding you on the balcony. We've come a long way. That's pretty good progress right?"
"Yes, so fucking proud," he leans in to wrap his arms around me. "Now give me this and–"
"No, nope." This time I'm the one shaking my head.
My pure need and love for control overtake me and before I have time to fully think about my actions I've shoved him back on the bed, pulling his trousers all the way off and tossing them across the room, and finally pulling my panties off, flinging them in a similar fashion to his pants.
"Don't make me bring out the handcuffs, Harry," I preemptively scold him when I get the first inkling that he might try something.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Tonight it is," I leave my first kiss on his big toe tattoo and then move up to kiss his knee and then his tiger tattoo before eyeing my true goal.
He's hard and ready, resting erect and slightly to the left on his abdomen, a delicate tasty lollipop.
So I do what one does with any yummy treat and lick him from base to tip and again until his whole body is shaking and he's reaching out to tug on my hair which I happily accept.
I kiss his tip, purple and throbbing, before slipping him inside my mouth, sucking him in.
Not too long ago I would be apprehensive to taste myself on him, but this is too good an opportunity to pass up. Harry laid out, naked, and at the mercy of my mouth is always a good idea.
So I suck him off slowly until his chest is heaving and he barely has enough breath to beg me for a release that I don't give him.
I'm greedy too.
I suck him up until my lips pop off his tip. When I look, his eyes are closed and Harry has moved his hands from my head to his, tugging on his own curls.
"I like it when you touch me too much," I make very clear. I kiss one of his ferns before dragging the tip of my nose up his torso to the point of his chin. I mutter against his lips, "so don't make me restrain you."
By looking at him, you might think I just told him he achieved his wildest dreams, eyes so bright and full of joy. "Sounds like fun," he bights the corner of his lower lip as my heart skips a beat at the arousing sight. "Maybe I should be naughty."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't be the first time you menace."
Although I've fallen in love with his naughty side, along with every other side he has, tonight I just want Harry and all the kisses and touches and squeezes and moans and orgasms we can give one another...oh I'm getting hot already.
We're in for a long night.
Before his devious side goes into full effect, I grab his wrists and press them into the mattress on either side of his head. After a few stolen kisses, I sit up, my arms fully extended, messy hair falling on either side of my face and Harry completely immobile beneath me.
"Like what you see?" He asks suggestively.
"We wouldn't be in this position if I didn't love everything little thing about you, H."
"Even when I'm an idiot and make stupid mistakes?"
"Yup," I lean down and pucker my lips against his. "You're pretty cute when you're apologetic."
I free his hands and lay down on him, smiling on his lips when I feel his arms around my back, pressing me against him harder. "Now kiss me, you idiot."
We roll around a few times, back and forth from one edge of the bed to the other until we end up with me on top again, loving the power.
By the end, I'm still wearing my dress on but during our make-out session, he's managed to pull down the front to expose my breasts and has already left a mark on both of them.
"Love," he gently pulls my head back, breathless and hot. "When the hell are you gonna put that condom on me so I can get inside you again?"
"A little greedy don't you think?" I question as if I'm not just as greedy as he is.
"I don't think I'm greedy enough!"
As I playfully roll my eyes, I retrieve the condom and dismount him to get access to the appendage in question. When the latex is secure, I stand before him and turn my back and pull my hair over my shoulder. "I'm in need of some assistance," I whisper from over my shoulder.
Harry shimmies so he's sitting on the edge of the bed and the moment he can reach, he pulls the zipper down the back of my dress.
Harry makes slow seductive work of it, leaving kisses against my skin as it becomes available.
"I don't know what I did before you." His words come out in slow whispers, his hot breath creating goosebumps all over my skin.
"You don't? I have an idea." I tease him from over my shoulder as my dress slowly falls to the floor around my ankles. "Maybe I should google it."
My body is suddenly not my own for a few moments as he loops his arms around me and pulls me down onto his thighs. I burst out in shocked laughter at the loss of the sexy transition I had planned and his gravel deep tone that comes next.
"Don't you dare," his tone is deep but jovial. He knows I never would but he suddenly needs it to be said. "When that comes up, it'll be a conversation but now you're naked and I'm aching for you so can we–"
"Yes," I twist around just enough to kiss him into silence.
"You don't even know what I–"
"I do," I tangle my fingers through his hair doing whatever I can to keep kissing him. "We'll put that topic on the backburner." Kiss, tongue, kiss, kiss. "Like you said, we're naked and protected. Get in me."
I'm overcome with need, hot all over. I can feel his member against my back, so close and yet so far, ready to do just about anything to achieve my goal.
"Is that the kind of romance you were bragging about this afternoon?" He retorts obviously amused and only magnifies my agitation and desire.
"I'm done with the romance," I cup his chin, making sure that his attention never leaves mine. "You can either keep talking with this smart mouth of yours or we can get to the fun stuff."
"Want me to use this smart mouth on you, baby?" The sensuality of his words matches the intensity of his mouth on my neck and his hand palming my center. I know what he wants... me on my back, legs spread and yearning for him.
Well, I certainly am yearning for him but I can't wait for any ungraceful maneuver we can manage.
So I shake my head. "I want you right here and right now."
No verbal consent is required at this point. We both want this too bad that I'm lifting myself just enough for him to align his cock at my entrance and slip inside me without a single word.
All that can be heard is a long breathy sigh from both of us as I glide down until I'm completely stated, Harry buried so deep inside that staying still, just feeling him is almost too overwhelming to move.
It feels exquisite. I could stay here forever.
"Baby, please," Harry begs me as he wraps one arm around my waist and snakes the other up to gently hold my throat. "Move, I'm begging you."
We start to move as one being, frantically seeking that one blissful feeling that can only come when you connect with someone on this physical and emotional level.
I never thought a connection like this was possible but like so many things, Harry's proved me wrong.
We're hot heavy breaths and sticky skin and raw need as I gyrate my hips back and forth to cause that undeniable friction that will have us screaming by the time we're done.
I turn my head to the side to where his mouth is waiting to claim mine. He tastes like me and himself and the wine we drank too much of. The perfect mix of what tonight is.
Add the subtle flex of his fingers firm against my throat and I'm already at the edge, staring over the precipice ready to fall.
"Come for me, baby," he growls into my ear, applying the pressure on my neck. "I can feel you pulsing around..." but he can't complete his sentence, overcome with a feeling that I can only imagine is something like I'm feeling. "Fuck."
The intensity of all these movements, riding his cock, the squeezes around my throat, the tiny circles he's rubbing against my clit, it's much too much and I can't hold it in any longer.
My orgasm hits and I push us both back onto the bed with a scream and my entire body shakes against his.
"That was," I blink a few times and stare at the ceiling in a sense of disbelief. "Wow."
"Yeah baby," he releases a breath before he traces his fingertips up and down my sides. "You turned into the hulk there for a moment. My dick's that powerful?"
I nod, closing my eyes once again, blindly reaching above my head to pat his.
He slides out from under me and hovers over me, starting to leave gentle kisses over my face and then down to my collar bone, on each of my breasts, before trailing down to my navel, until he's breathing on my sensitive area.
It feels good, so so good, but it doesn't feel right, not for tonight.
He gets a few kitten licks in before I tell him to stop, much to his concern.
"I'm sorry," he pulls away instantly. "I didn't mean–"
"Shhh," I reach down, cup his cheeks, and pull him up to my lips. "You're perfect, I want something else."
I hook one leg around his and push off with the other until he's the bottom. "Our night isn't over. I'm in control, remember?"
As he nods in obedience, I push my hands on his shoulder and stare down, hair framing my face as I admire his. The only upper hand I have in this is that he isn't rolling us back over, one of the many things I adore and appreciate about him.
I'm still sensitive, my nerves like jelly from the orgasm that just ripped through me but I'm not finished with him.
I trail my finger around his ear, across his chin, and then over his lips. "Before you said you wanted to use this smart mouth of yours. I want that too."
Harry licks his lips then, getting them ready and I swear I can feel him jiggle his hips with excited anticipation.
Just as he did, I leave gentle kisses over his body, from hip to forehead until I'm crawling past him altogether. "Can we do this?" I ask but he's already clutching the backs of my thighs to position himself at my core before answering.
"What do you think, Love?" He kisses the side of my thigh and licks his lips.
"I didn't want to assume."
"Sit on my face, baby," he reassures me before biting the inside of my thigh.
He licks through my folds once before he wraps his lips around my bud and sucks, setting my entire body on fire.
I hold on to the headboard for dear life as my limbs gradually turn into jelly. I could collapse at any moment.
We alternate between me pushing myself up, fearing I'm squishing him, and Harry pulling me down harder against him.
"Stay down," he commands, leaving one arm tightly wrapped around my thigh and the other squeezed at my hip.
My eyes roll into the back of my head and it takes everything in me to keep breathing. And then thrusts his tongue past my opening and I crumble, it's earthshattering but even that doesn't compare to what comes next.
I don't know if that's his aim or if he's simply adjusting his grip on me, but before I can register what's happening, I feel his middle fingers venture back there, yeah to that hole.
And I want to feel it so bad.
I can tell Harry doesn't register exactly where his hand is either but it doesn't go any further until I reach back and grab the back of his hand, his eyes pop open and I nod. "Please, I wanna know what it feels like."
The obedient boy he is, Harry obliges.
I'm thankful because Harry doesn't go in deep, it's more alternating between applying pressure over my back hole and tracing the rim over and over again. It all feels so good, different but pleasurable, like a two-pronged attack.
I guess that's exactly what it is.
Sex has always been good. I've been lucky that almost all my sexual experiences have been with him, but this is like graduating to a new level, one that causes my eyes to roll back in my head, my back to arch as yet another high rips me apart.
I'm lucky he's a very giving lover also. Was that number three?
Harry feels that I'm about to collapse, and probably hurt myself in the process, so he somehow maneuvers me back onto the bed from beneath and between my legs to hover over me once more.
"Do you think you have one more left in you, Love?"
"Not even 30 seconds and you want more from me?" I don't know if I say the words are they are just an idea in my head, I'm so numb.
"I'm a greedy man, you shouldn't be surprised." He goes quiet then, laying between my legs, letting me come down, stroking my hair, and likely tracing his fingertips over my face. "Don't fall asleep on me just yet."
"Not until you get off, baby," I keep my eyes closed and pull his mouth down to him and leave one lazy kiss on his lips. It's all I can manage, he's ruined my body in the best way possible.
"Hmmm, I appreciate that."
For the first time tonight, I allow him to take the control back, mostly because I have no more strength in me to be the dominant one in this scenario.
Harry's movements are slow, meticulous, and full of care as he slips inside while holding the sides of my face, leaving kisses all over with every pump of his hips until he's crumbling on top of me. He continues thrusting a couple of times until I fall one last time tonight.
As we come down from our highs he lays on top of me and it feels so comforting.
"We should clean up." I break the silence. I don't know how long we've been laying here and I could fall asleep right now but the right thing to do would be to clean up to some degree. Harry should at least get out of me, right?
"Hmmm, yeah," he agrees without moving.
"Am I supposed to carry us to the bathroom or are you gonna move, H?" I chuckle, then harder when I feel his cheeks press into mine with his dimple. "You laugh but I might secretly be strong."
"Of course you are," he sighs appeasing me. "So so strong, but for tonight let's not test your theory, yeah?"
"Sounds good." I agree, closing my eyes once more. "No, not yet," I tighten my arms around his back, keeping him on top of me, loving the feeling. "One more minute, this feels good."
***
I am awakened by the annoying chime of Harry's messages going off.
Is the sun even up yet? Oh, I guess it is.
Harry groans at the sound and then groans even louder when I roll away from the phone, and in association with him, and the even more annoying man who is trying to get in touch.
"I'm sorry," Harry surrenders to his manager's incessant need to make contact and picks up the call.
I don't move a muscle, I don't even open my eyes as I feel him adjust and sit up to answer Jeffrey.
Fucking Jeffrey.
"Morning...yeah loads of fun... not until tomorrow night...no, I'm not taking any meetings. I trust you'll handle it...Mia? She's great...umm." The bed shifts, I can feel him leaning over me to try and see my face but he doesn't need to see my expression to know my answer. "Not the best time. We were still asleep... yeah I'll see what I can do...I'll tell her...Bye."
I don't look at him but I know what he's doing. After he sets his phone on the table, he pushes his fingers through his hair, both hands one after the other, trying to tame his demanding pillow head. Then he sighs and looks over at me, hoping I'll give him a different answer.
Unfortunately for him and his manager, a night of raucous lovemaking hasn't changed my mind on this particular matter.
"So is it safe to say you're still mad at him?"
"Correct."
"Come on, Love," he pleads with me in that husky morning voice of his that would make me do just about anything for him... just not everything.
"I have every right to be mad, Harry."
"You might not believe it but Jeff didn't mean it." His voice is sympathetic. He can see both sides but I'm the one he shares a bed with and he wants to keep it that way, he's gotta tread very lightly.
"Maybe so," I argue still half asleep. "Doesn't mean he didn't fuck me over."
"Oh, I love when you talk dirty to me." His arms are around me once more, pulling my back into his chest to nibble the crest of my ear in a poor attempt to get me to go soft on the situation. "Say it again, baby."
"Fuck you, Styles." I give in. "I hope you tell Jeff to fuck off next time."
"Sure, I'll use those exact words. He was thrilled to hear from us."
"You," I roll over onto my back and stare as he rests on his side looking down at me. "From you. I'm not speaking to him."
"It was an honest mistake. He was trying to help."
"Yea, his so-called help ruined my chance to reveal whoever is stalking us with fucking flower arrangements!"
God, that sounds absurd but that's exactly what's happening.
"Jesus, say 'fuck' one more time, Love," he pressed his morning wood against the side of my thigh. "I dare you."
"F–" one syllable, that's all it takes for his eyes to go dark with lust. "F–...." I try not to giggle as he gawks at me and I tease him again. "F–unctional."
"Hey," he pouts but I'm not nearly finished.
"F–undamental."
"You're not funny, Mia."
"Oh and you're the comic in this relationship, I'm so sorry, I f–orgot."
"Is this your subtle way of saying I'm gonna pay for Jeffrey's fuck up?"
"Aww see, you didn't even need me to say it."
He pouts and curls his arm under his head and lays down next to me.
Harry will pay but not too badly. Jeffrey on the other hand will get ice-queen Mia.
And he'll deserve it.
Fucking Jeffrey.
Here's what happened.
I was so close to pulling off my plan. I was gonna Kim Kardashian the shit out of our situation and find the mole that has been following us with floral arrangements and leaking information to the press and in trying to achieve this, I've never felt like a worse friend.
It was the price I was willing to pay.
I was lying to everyone except Hunter and Monica.
It was all worked out. I told each person on our suspect list a different location, Jeff got an Airbnb, Mitch and Sarah got a fancy resort, Benny got a boutique hotel, etc., and Monica was the only one who had the master list.
I was taking a risk, banking on the fact that they would all keep their mouth shut as I asked because they would be the "only one" who knew where Harry and I truly were staying in case of emergencies.
Harry made an argument that Jeff should help us and in hindsight, I should have taken him up on it. He's bothering me anyway so knowing where we are or not hasn't made any real difference.
But I made a plan and I was sticking to it.
Harry and I weren't away from the rest of the Live on Tour crew for more than 20 minutes before he got a curious call from Jeff. Turns out he had spoken to Benny and found out that they didn't have the same info, then he asked the members of the band and even called Monica who yelled at him for being a nosey son of a bitch.
Monica's warning text didn't come in fast enough and before I could prepare myself, Harry and I were on speakerphone with Jeff, Benny, the band and god know's who else.
Needless to say, I was severely pissed off and immensely guilty.
The entire plan was shot to hell and even worse, the mole now knows we are on to them and everyone else thinks we don't trust them.
I don't know how on earth we will un-earth them now.
The worst part is... I feel helpless.
This may not be new to Harry but it's new to me and I want to know the dirtbag who is terrorizing us. I put this whole issue to bed for the first few days of our holiday but now with Harry's phone going off, our issue has come back to the surface.
"Would it help any if I said he's really sorry?" I shake my head. "Seriously. He's ready to beg for forgiveness but I said you might be a bit more amenable if I begged you instead," he rolls over and leans in, kissing my neck. His hand wanders down my midsection and under my teeshirt, resting on my stomach. "Naked."
My entire body ripples with goosebumps.
"You better not have," I pout, threading my fingers through his hair, keeping him close.
"Love, we've been together a year, I think you can answer your own question."
Of course, Jeffrey knows details about our sex life, he was asking about it the morning we met.
"Fine I get what you're saying but he ruined everything," I squeeze my fingers around the chunk of hair I have in my palm. "Would you forgive him?"
"Don't hate me but I already have," he bites his lip knowing it will un-man me. "But let us know what you need us to do in order for you to get there." I don't know why but his voice is sexy right now.
"Are you really lumping yourself in with Jeffrey right now? Is this the hill you want to die on?" He looks apprehensive for a moment before he nods. "I don't know if there is anything you can do," I sigh and drape my hand over my forehead to up the drama of it all and hoping that I will see what he has in store next.
"How can I make it up to you, Love." He shimmies down my body, resting his chin on my hip, staring up at me like a little puppy dog. "I have a few ideas." I watch with a growing smile on my face as his brows jump up and down on his forehead.
"I woke up to your ring tone and we've been talking about Jeff this whole time, kinda a mood killer."
"Aww baby, I can't quickly fix that," he nuzzles his nose into my skin.
"Nope," I become difficult. "Your manager is a boner killer."
"But you could have a lady boner for me?" I roll my eyes and cover his head with the sheet but he just keeps on talking regardless. "I'm not sure it will make up for what your manager has done but..." he advances south until the next thing I know is he's pulling down my underwear.
"Hey," I pat the top of his head to no avail. "You can't always go down there when one of you screws up!"
Yes, yes he can!
With the sheet completely covering him, he pops his head up and even though I can't see his face, I just know he's smiling. "Can't I? You enjoyed it last night."
"I wasn't annoyed last night," he hums in agreement as he presses kisses down my thigh. "And we were both a bit tipsy.
"Both true, but it was still fun." I lift the sheet and nod in agreement although I am unable to stop my mind from drifting to Jeff and his annoying habit of screwing me over.
Harry's the only one you's allowed to screw me.
"You're still thinking about it. Stop." I peer down at him, knowing that it's come to the point where I am the one actively ruining the mood and no Jeffrey. I nod gaining a smile from him. "Wonderful now that you agree, he's organized a surprise for us."
"And what if I had something planned?" Now I'm just being difficult to be difficult. Not the most mature of tactics but it just feels right.
"Funny as we planned today would be my day to plan something." Holding steady contact, he presses his lips just below my navel.
"So you got your manager to do it?" I can't help but chuckle at the words. "You really are a rockstar now, aren't you?"
He rolls his eyes and lays his head on my right hip, using his fingertip to draw on my other one, making me shiver. "I would have thought last night would have cooled you down but I guess four orgasms just isn't enough for you."
Can there ever be enough?
"Okay, okay," I surrender, sitting up so he lifts his head just enough for me to kiss the top of it. "I'm letting it go. What has Jeffrey planned?"
"Oh you said his name without steam coming out your ears," he taunts me, walking his fingers up my arm as he goes to sit up as well. "You must be feeling better."
"Haha," I scold him with my dry tone. "What's this plan?"
"I'll tell you in time," he says as a smirk forms from cheek to cheek. "I've got something else I have to attend to before we get to all that," and before I can ask what one earth he's getting at, he's flung the sheet back over his head and nestles himself between my thighs.
Oh, fuck me.
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A/N: A vibe.
Alright, Jeff might really screw some things up for me but he does know how to throw a good apology.
After Harry had his fill of me and then made breakfast that we then enjoyed in bed, he whisked us off to dock on the seafront.
I love to just watch when Harry drives but there is something magical here, through the winding cliffside roads in this classic car that he was very excited to get to drive. Lord only knows the make and model, but it made Harry so giddy, that I haven't stopped smiling since he got behind the wheel.
That being said, the only thing better than Harry behind the wheel of a classic car is my Harry at the helm of a motorboat. Sunglasses on, ocean air blowing through his hair, the sun kissing his skin in the most spectacular way.
I'm sure getting me all hot and bothered wasn't Jeff's intended plan but it's a lovely side effect of his apology tour.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
He drove us out to sea, not too far, of course, we stayed well within a safe distance but far enough to feel like we were in our own world. We've been lucky here, this place feels like our own world.
"Is my manager forgiven yet?"
"Now why would you spoil my vibe by bringing up such things?"
I open my eyelid just a bit and find him standing over me, all legs and little swim trunks. "You look beautiful, Love."
He sits down next to me and ogles me from head to toe and I rather like it. All I'm wearing is a sea blue bikini and his sunglasses that I stole when I decided to lay down.
"You look pretty handsome too. And I'm getting there," I smirk suddenly playing hard to get with none other than Jeff. "Would have been nice if he added some champagne or rose to that picnic basket."
"Hmm, champagne huh?" After leaving a kiss on my cheek he climbs off the flat of the boat and rummages around the rather immense basket that was waiting for us when we set off. "Lucky for you, I was in charge of the refreshments."
Pop!
I roll onto my stomach and watch him.
"You're staring," he scolds but seems rather pleased by this fact as he hands me a glass and sits down facing me.
"Yes, I am," I take a sip. "And you love it."
"Very true," he crawls up and sits crossed-legged next to me. "I also love you too."
"Good because I have a serious question to ask you. Something you said at dinner last night."
"If I'm in trouble, can this apology double for it." I shove his chest as he laughs, the both of us knowing the same thing, he's not and even if he was, this would. "Go for it, Love."
I move around and match his stance, our knees touching, Harry's broad shoulders blocking the sun. "It's about that long haul thing. You want to be with me forever?"
"And ever and ever." I blush. "You're not surprised are you?"
"No, but it's nice to hear you say it," I admit, suddenly feeling a little nervous even with the courage the bubbles in my stomach give me. "Not surprised. It's just... I know we joke about the future, especially babies and I've been thinking."
His hand appears on my knee, the cross tattoo that has given me so much comfort in the past, doing the same now. "Hey, can you look at me, pretty please?" So I do. "There you are, pretty girl."
My eyes are to pool with tears, happy tears, at the sight of his smile, so full of love and adoration. Pretty girl is new... I like it.
How can I be nervous to talk to someone who is being as lovely as he is right now?
I don't have to be.
"Do you want to move back to London?"
When he doesn't answer right away, I start to ramble, but that's nothing surprising or new. "I'm just wondering. I know with your job you'll be moving back and forth a lot but as a place to put down roots and start a family. Do you want that place to be in the UK?"
His eyes go wide. "Is this your way of telling me something?"
"Did you happen to bring alcohol-free champagne? Use your head please, I'm trying to be serious. I'm tied to L.A. and we don't even have to make a decision obviously." I swallow the rest of my drink in one gulp. "I was just thinking about everything the other day and wondered what you might be thinking."
"Sounds like you've been thinking about for the both of us." When he sees the distaste I have for the answer on my face he sets his glass down, cups my cheeks, and answers my question with a question. "Would you want to live in England?"
He looks so innocent and unsure of my response, physical touch, holding me is his security and being able to give him some certainty on this subject makes my heart flutter. "I would live on a remote island with no sunshine or friends as long as I could live there with you."
His whole body lights up and he closes the space between us to kiss me. "I'd live anywhere with you too. But let's stick with LA or London before we escape to a remote island, yeah?"
"So you want to move back there?" I've only ever known Harry in Los Angeles and there have been a few times I wondered whether he stayed there because that's where I lived when he'd have gone back home.
"Yeah. You're right, with the way my career is going I don't see myself sticking in one place for too long, but that comes with the territory. In terms of having a family, I've seen it done in both places and we'd have to decide when the time is right."
"Agreed," I sigh in relief. "Although I would like to be close to Grandma Anne and Aunty Gemma when our babies have pushed us to we're at our wits end ready to turn on each other."
Harry's family will be the only extended family our kids get. I want to be close by.
"You've been thinking about this a lot recently."
Oh no. He's not gonna let this go, is he?
"Is it the babies you want or the making them that you're interested in?"
"Both when the time is right but for now, I'm mainly interested in having sex with you," I explain in a hushed tone even though there is no one remotely close to the boat to hear our conversation. "One day we'll get there, but I just started sharing you with your fandom. I don't think I could handle a screaming baby taking up all your attention as well."
"Hey, I wouldn't–"
"Harry don't lie!" I stick my finger in his chest. "You're amazing. You're a wonderful partner and a great musician but you'll be an even better father. You'll be obsessed with our kids and I won't even mind if it takes time away from me because I'll be able to witness you in your element." My eyes get misty as I start to imagine how Harry was with that little girl at the wedding in Hawaii and how he'll be like that times one hundred when it's our children.
"You'll be the same way, Love. And I don't want to share you with anyone either."
"Yeah yeah, be all charming when I'm getting emotional."
He shrugs and spreads his legs and scoots up to get closer to me. It feels so intimate, out here on the water in this beautiful boat just the two of us. Anyone could look out and see us but no one could actually tell it is us or it's him without some heavy-duty tech.
It feels like we have some privacy even in the middle of the ocean and even if we don't, his lips are making it feel like we do.
"Hmmm," he hums as he rolls his forehead against mine. "I wish we could get a little practice in."
"We will," I hold his face so I can litter his cheeks with kisses. "But just practice. Let's have some time just the two of us."
"Sounds perfect to me, Love. Utterly perfect."
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A/N: Content overload but most importantly. What do we think of the album? I think it's my favorite and I'm so curious how he just keeps getting better. I will always love Fine Line but I never listened to it from start to finish repeatedly like I am with Harry's House. There is not one skip for me, not one!
That being said, there is still a part of me that's still in the Fine Line era so let's enjoy some tour memories. Harryween was my absolute fav and if you know me you know Dortharry has a very very special place in my heart.
The way he's so free and confident makes me so happy, I strive to reach his level.
Wouldn't we all want to escape somewhere over the rainbow with him?
Like I said I'm most attracted to the confidence... and the thighs in red tights.
And of course, our beloved whale.
Harryween were the nights that just kept on giving. I also loved this look. I would have loved him to lean into the Pennywise clown but I'm not complaining.
He knew he was about to ruin us with Medicine and he was appreciating his work.
And then he hit us right with Toxic and I was not okay. I don't know how I survived this show. I really don't.
Oh yeah, tongues were wagging... of course, he knew what he was gonna give us with Harry's House so are we surprised?
And now on to some current content.
Enter the Harry from Harry's House and we got full-on denim and, I mean, there is not a bad word to be said. Hello, ferns.
Now, this look I am not sold on. I love his face but that's about it. To me, he looks like a rotten candy cane... in the nicest way possible. Thoughts?
And then we got One Night Only. I was devastated to not get tickets but thank god for Apple Music and Harry for live streaming it. I cried no less than three times. Did anyone else watch? Or attend?
And lastly, if that man drove through the streets of London on a bed to read a bedtime story to the children of the country, I don't know what I will do with myself. On the one hand, it's iconic. On the other hand, I will go f-ing insane thinking this was for an mv.
Okay, rants over for tonight. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and the ones to come. Tour is almost over and then the thing that I imagined that birthed these characters will occur. Don't be scared... or be scared. It's the unknown so feel what you need to feel.
Stay safe! Covid is still around.
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All the love, C.