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Townes' POV
Everyone was gone by ten, Macy being the last to leave after helping me pick up. I sat on the couch as Harry made his way down the hall from walking her out. He stopped and leaned against the wall looking at me. He had a playful smile on his lips, and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"You know what this night calls for?" I said, twisting my hair up and letting it fall back down.
"What does it call for?" He said, bringing his fingers to his chin and raising an eyebrow.
"A bath." I said playfully. He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. The glimmer of his rings reminding me of the coldness they brought against my neck, "And you can't say no, you broke a rule last night."
He threw his head back, laughing a real laugh and it brought me the biggest smile, "I guess I did, didn't I?"
I nodded, "You did. So, meet me in my bedroom, Harry." I said, the last part in an accent.
He rolled his eyes and nodded, "Alright. Go, go, I'll be right up."
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I had gotten the bath started, the perfect amount of bubbles, the water felt amazing. I clipped up my hair, and slipped my robe off, getting in. The water felt so great on my skin, I let me head fall back and relax.
He came in a little later, he had no shirt on, a towel wrapped around his waist, "So impatient, couldn't even wait for me?"
I shook my head no and he laughed. He walked over and let the towel fall on the floor. I took him in, and he was truly beautiful. Every inch of him was perfectly carved out and I didn't think I would ever truly get used to it.
He stepped into the tub, and as he lowered himself across from me, some of the water splashed up and over the sides. Both our eyes widened, and I cracked up, "Oh!" I managed and he shrugged.
"It's the muscle mass." He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and we shifted around a bit, finding the comfortable position.
Once we settled I leaned my right temple on the tub edge, smiling at him, "Happy to be home?"
"Yeah, I am actually. Can't believe we will be actually starting the tour soon. Wimbly, Manchester, Paris, Dublin." His face lit up as he talked about it all.
"I'm excited to see everything. To feel the crowds. I'm so scared though, the pressure of not messing up." I bit my lip, pushing the water around softly with my hand.
"We all mess up sometimes, I forget the lyrics all the time." He smiled at me.
"Well if the great Harry Styles messes up, there is very little hope for tiny people like me." I giggled and he kicked me softly so I kicked him back. He caught my foot and started rubbing it softly.
"What did you do while I was gone?"
"Umm, I spent time with Macy. We cooked a lot, I made sourdough bread, from scratch, you'll have to try it tomorrow. There are a couple slice left. I finished two books, I'm working on my third," I smiled, "So you just had interviews?"
"Yeah, album talk, and about the tour. I have a couple more here this week before we start."
"Do you ever get tired of the same questions? The same topics?" I said, adjusting myself and he switched to my other foot rubbing that one now.
"You get used to it. It's like a giant machine, you know. Printing out different copies, sometimes your answers vary, people question which is the truth, sometimes it's a bit of both. But it's gets people excited, so I have to do it."
"I would have the worst time." I chuckled.
"I beg to differ. You literally would have the easiest time. Have you heard the way you talk?" He chuckled a bit.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Yeah, but about new things. If you asked me the same questions all day long, my head would literally explode."
He laughed and nodded, "That's also true. You like to keep things moving."
"Gotta stay ahead of life." I giggled and he nodded, "Can I ask you something?"
"I don't know why you ask, you know I'm going to say yes." He smiled.
"Why do you hate your birthday so much?" I said, and a part of me regretted it instantly. His face hardened a bit and he looked down, letting go of my foot.
He stayed quiet for a moment, pinching his lip, as if contemplating. I didn't want to ruin this moment and instantly regretted asking him. I sat up a bit, pulling my legs to me.
"Harry you don't have to—I just don't. It reminds me of a dark time that happened in my life. That's all." He said, interrupting me.
"Okay." I said softly. I hugged my legs, resting my cheek softly on my knee.
"But Townes..." he said and I settled my chin on my knees, looking at him, "Today was my favorite birthday, in a long time. So thank you." His voice was so soft. His face filled with sincerity that made the smallest smile play on my lips, and soon he returned it.
I took a deep breath and pushed my legs down softly into the water, moving on to my knees, and crawling a bit over to him, so my face was near his. I searched his eyes and kissed him softly, moving my lips on his until I felt him kiss me back. The kiss deepened the longer we kissed and soon his hand was wrapped tightly around my neck. His rings blessing me with their cold. He pushed me back softly, away from the kiss, "Townes, you know the rules."
"But we are in my room, my rules." I said and he shook his head, pushing me further back softly, removing his hand from my neck.
I bit my lip, and didn't move back across from him, instead I turned around, and settled between his legs, my back leaning against his chest and stomach. I was surprised when he pulled me closer against him, his fingers running softly up and down my sides.
I knew he was fighting himself, and I wasn't helping the situation, but I didn't care. I wanted a moment of intimacy from him that wasn't surrounded by commands.
I felt as his fingers traveled down the sides of my waist and over my hips, trailing down the bend of my thigh and hip. He moved his fingers so slowly until they were at my center, moving up and down my folds, landing on my clit in slow circles.
I felt my head fall back on his left shoulder, my eyes closing, his movements so gentle, they were sending bits of electricity through me. His lips trailed down my neck softly, his other hand moving back up my body, finding my breast with his palm, moving strongly against it, causing a whimper to leave me. He built up the speed of his movements slightly, and I turned my face to him. His eyes were watching me, searching every bit of me. I couldn't stop myself as I leaned up and kissed him, deeply, not caring if his lips didn't return the kiss, but when they did I felt like they had melted into each other.
He tasted like the tequila from earlier, lingering bits of bitter grapefruit met my tongue when his found mine. I was getting so lost in him, his touches heavy on me.
And then he stopped, his movements, the kiss. I felt my breath heavy, my vision feeling slightly blurry, until it adjusted on him.
"My room Townes." He said, his voice heavy.
"No. Here. Like this." I said, searching his eyes, pleading him.
"Townes. No." He said, and everything shifted. He pushed me forward softly as he stood, stepping out of the bath, I saw him bend down to pick up his towel, and the surge of panic filled my body.
"Wait, wait....okay. I'll go." He picked up his towel, and wrapped it firmly around his waist, looking over at me.
"Are you sure?" He said and I nodded, "Words, Townes."
"Yes, sir. Please, take me to your room." I said, fully submissive to everything I knew he was wanting from me.
"Good girl." He said, bending down and yanking the tie off of my robe, "Stand up." He said and I listened, without any hesitation.
He walked over and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his wet body, his muscles gleaming in the same way they did when he was covered in sweat. I couldn't help but attach my lips to his neck as he walked us to his room. He allowed it, my tongue trailing up to his ear, pulling his earlobe softly between my teeth. I knew better than to actually kiss him, no matter how much I wanted to, I knew for now, this was okay.
We walked into his room and he kicked the door shut behind him. I fully expected him to ask me to drop to my knees, to have him use me for his pleasure while I brought myself to my high, but he threw me on the bed instead.
He climbed on top of me, his arms and legs on either side of me. He sat up on his knees, and his bulge peeked through the towel. He was always so ready for me, and my legs squeezed together at the thought. He grabbed both my hands, and moved them up above me, tying them together, then reaching up and tying them to the headboard. A steel hook I had never noticed, placed in the middle, making me wonder if it was placed their for this very purpose.
"I want to thank you for tonight, Townes. I want to show you how grateful I am, for my little birthday celebration." He said as he hovered over me. He reached his hand down, running his fingers, up and down my neck. When he brought his fingers back up, he wrapped them around my neck, and I swallowed, "but I also want to remind you, that you did it without my permission. And that's a lack of manner, Townes."
He smirked, and as he leaned down to kiss me, I swear I could see the darkness pour into the green flecks of his eyes. His lips moved roughly on me, his tongue taking over mine, before pulling away. He let go of my neck and pushed my head to the left, pressing it hard against the pillow, so that his lips had full access to my butterfly, to the sweetest spot that I felt belonged entirely to him.
I felt his kisses on it, layered with aggressive sucks and licks against it. I knew it would leave a mark, and I didn't care, and the moaned that escaped my lips with his next bite certified that. He sucked on it roughly to ease the pain of the bite.
"Just incase you forgot, that's my beautiful butterfly, now the world will know too." He whispered against it, releasing my head and bringing his lips back to mine before kissing down my neck. He didn't miss a single piece of skin along it. He trailed his kisses and teeth, his tongue and the gently sucks all down my body. His hands searched every part of my body as he went, his fingers ending up on my nipples, rolling harshly against them, pinching them and pulling them up in a way that caused my back to arch.
"Mmm." was all that escaped me and I felt his chuckle against my bellybutton as he kissed it. His lips kept moving lower, until I felt his tongue flat against me, licking up what I already knew was completely wet for him.
He pushed himself up, slightly, "Townes, I want you to watch me. I want you to tell me how everything feels. How good of a job I'm doing."
I swallowed and began nodding, biting my lip and clearing my throat, "Yes, sir."
He smirked, and I watched as his head moved back between my legs, his tongue lapping at me quickly. His tongue moving to my clit, drawing circles around it, rolling against it in a way that felt so good. I watched as he seemed to enjoy every bit of it. His fingers still moving on my nipples in a roughness that stung, but felt addictive.
"Harry, that's so good." I said, finding the confidence in my words, remembering his demands, "Your tongue feels amazing on me like that." I moaned out, fighting the urge to close my eyes.
He smiled devilishly up at me, his tongue never missing a movement, he brought one hand down, and moved his two fingers up and down my opening softly. Different nerve endings causing me to moan, "Oh, mmm."
He lifted his head, letting his fingers move up and roll on my clit, "You know what entices me about you, Townes. I have three very valid things that drive me insane."
He moved his mouth back down on my clit, his tongue rolling on it teasingly, as he slipped one finger inside me, "Fuck." I moaned, as he curled the finger slowly inside me.
He kissed my clit softly, before speaking again, his finger moving inside me, my legs squirming slightly, "One, is the way you twist your hair up, whenever you have something serious to get done. Something that requires your full attention."
He slipped another finger in, moving the two inside me at a faster pace. His fingers calling me towards him from inside me, hitting nerve endings I didn't know existed.
"Two, that stubborn, sass of yours. The things it makes me want to do to that mouth."
"God, Harry. That — uh..." I moaned and he moved his tongue back on my clit, his hand palming at my breast, he was all over my body and I wanted more.
"And three." He said against my clit, his breath hot against it, his tongue back on it quickly, and I knew what was coming next. He slipped an additional finger in, causing me to arch completely. I pulled tight on the restraint above me, as I felt him stretch me out against his fingers, "Those damn hazel eyes that haunt me even in my sleep."
His fingers moved quickly in me now, it was a roughness I knew he was capable of. His tongue never faltering in its movements.
"Tell me how it feels, Townes. Tell me." His voice was rough, it carried a snarl.
My head felt like it was caught in a whirlwind. Everything felt fuzzy, and I felt my high beginning to build in my tummy.
"So good Harry, so...god," I moaned, unable to stop them as they rolled off my lips.
"Has anyone ever made you feel this way? Huh baby? Has anyone made you feel so good."
"No, sir, no one Harry. God, that tongue Har..." I pulled at the restrains, my legs squirming and he let go of my breasts to pin down one leg, his fingers moving in and out of me hard and faster.
"Harry, I'm going to come. Please don't stop." I moaned, as he kissed his way back up to my neck, his fingers never stopping their movements. Chills began to fill my body, my lower stomach in knots that were ready to find their release.
"Come for me Townes. I want to feel you all over my fingers baby, come for me." He breathed into my neck.
"Move faster Harry, please. Oh,.." I moaned, and he did, until I came. His fingers pushing still, moving in and out of me as I rode out my high, and he reached over to my left, pulling something out of his bedside drawer.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and when I heard the low buzzing sound I knew exactly what he had pulled out. The item soon met my clit, the vibrations felt so strong against my already sensitive clit.
"Harry, please, I need a moment." I muttered out and he shook his head.
"I'm not asking for permission, Townes, something you seem to be really good at." He said, as he increased the speed of it.
My head shot back, my mouth hanging opening but no sound escaped me. I pulled at the restrain over and over, wanting to push him off me. My legs moving to close, but he quickly pushed them open.
Everything around me began, to shift, and soon his fingers found my opening again, all three at the same time.
"God!" I called out.
"No, baby, it's Harry." He said smugly, and I wanted to slap him. I wanted to yell at him that I hated him. To stop, but instead, I appealed to his senses.
"Mmm, but you're a god, sir." I said lowly, whimpers escaping me as he sucked in air harshly, his fingers motivated by my words, moving quicker in me. Harry loved the flattery I now knew, and that's how I would always have power over him. Even if he didn't know.
I was close to my edge again, I needed to come, I couldn't handle it anymore, "Make me come like no one else, Harry. Please."
And he did, the euphoria that came next, I had truly never experienced. The way that I lost feeling in every part of me, only to gain it back in giant waves of pleasure. He moved his tongue on me, softly. I was highly unaware of when the vibrator and his fingers were replaced by it. He was gentle in his movements, ridding me of my mess.
He wiped his mouth and moved his body over mine, reaching up and releasing my hands from their restraint. They fell down around me, blood finally rushing through them properly. He placed tender kisses along my face and then my lips, in a way he never had before.
He moved to lay next to me, bringing my arms up and kissing my wrists gently, my hands, and down each finger, "Are you okay?" He whispered against them.
I nodded softly, "Mhm." I said, taking a deep breath, "Sir." I quickly added and he chuckled. He moved his fingers softly along my cheek, tracing my lips softly.
"Townes..." he started and I nodded.
"I know, I have to go." I said, and something changed in his eyes, for the tiniest moment, until he nodded.
Both of us laid still for a moment, until I finally shifted my body to get up. I pushed myself off the bed and began my walk to the door, that always left me feeling confused, and almost ashamed.
"Thank you again for tonight."
I peeked over at him and nodded small, before exiting and walking quickly to my room. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, walking over and letting the water drain from the tub. I used some towels to dry up the left over water that had spilled over, and when the shower was hot enough, I slipped in.
I washed tonight off of me, Macy's words popping in my head.
He's just been, in a good mood since you came around. He tends to, not exactly stay consistent with his women. So, I just, I hope you're a constant.
But did I want to be a constant in this? In this world where I was always feeling mixed with his emotions and when his affection would come. I closed my eyes and let the water hit my face, the warmth feeling so relaxing against my thoughts.
Harry's POV
I turned the shower off and got dressed, and as I was about to slip into bed, I felt the dampness of my comforter and sheets from our bodies after the bath.
I sighed and sat at the edge, pressing my palms into my eyes. Townes was becoming so consistent in my life, it was dangerous. Inviting her to stay here was dangerous, but I wanted her close to me. I wanted to be able to have her every night possible. She was driving me insane, but I couldn't get caught up in her. I couldn't let myself get involved with anyone else like before. Not after Camille. Not after that heartbreak, never again.
I ran my hands down my face, and turned back to the damp bed, then to my door.
Don't do it, Harry.
I bit my lip, and got up, walking out of my room and straight to hers.
It was just for tonight, my bed was wet, just for tonight.
I pushed the door open to her room, and peeked my head in. She laid on her bed, curled up with a book. She peeked her eyes up at me, and when I saw the shimmer of hope across them I felt so guilty.
I walked in, moving slowly towards her bed, "Townes, I still, I don't—I know." She said softly and I closed the rest of the gap to her bed, crawling in as she set her book aside, except this time, as she wrapped her arms around me I settled into her neck, inhaling her rich scent of caramel, the sweetness melting away my worries for now.
We didn't say anything the rest of the night, but it was okay. She twisted pieces of my hair softly, every now and then massaging my scalp with her fingers, my own running gently up and down her back. We settled in this way until we both drifted into sleep.