Harry drove me to Constitution Hall in his truck. Becky went in Liam’s car and Danny, Zayn, Niall, and Tony doubled up in each other’s trucks and motorcycles.
The building looked like a replica of the Parthenon. And, for a second I thought Cowell was playing one last joke on us and would quiz us on Greek architecture once we got inside.
I laughed quietly and shook my head. If that was the case, Danny can take my test for me.
Harry took my hand and led me inside. But instead of going to the mass of eager and excited teenagers, he led me down a narrow hallway and to a more private room that happened to be open.
The lights were dim and there was makeshift furniture scattered randomly around the room.
“Where are we-” I started to ask, but Harry lowered his lips to mine, quieting me immediately.
He pressed his hard torso against my softening chest and let his tongue wander in the semi-darkness of the room.
“Harry” I whispered against his lips.
“Umm” he nodded but refused to move his lips from mine.
“I’m- going- to be- late” I told him in between breaths.
Harry laughed and I felt his warm breath fan over my lips.
I pushed at his chest slightly.
He took my face in his hands, making it that much harder for me to physically escape, let alone want to leave.
“Harry” I reminded him teasingly.
He shook his head slowly and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I kissed his cheek.
“I have to go” I told him again, but he tightened his grip
“No, you don’t” he purred as nuzzled my neck with his nose.
“Harry” I laughed lightly and wriggled slightly when his nose started to tickle my neck.
“I more minute” he whispered.
“Angie” a familiar voice nagged.
I turned and saw Becky waiting impatiently by the door.
“We have to be in line in 10 minutes” she reminded me.
Then she glanced at Harry’s hand at my waist and his lips close to mine and she smirked.
“Glad you could come, Harry” she grinned.
Then she winked at me.
I wanted to wipe that suggestive smirk right off her face, but decided against it. It’s our last day as high school students. It’s our late being our high school selves. So I let Becky be her intrusive and provocative self for just this day. I knew things were going to change real fast and real soon, Liam had made that slightly frightening but true point very clear.
Then she turned slowly and left to find her place in the line.
Harry continued to kiss along my neck.
“Harry” I laughed lightly again.
He held my wrists back against the wall while his legs stood firmly on either side of me, holding me against him and keeping me still.
Then his moist lips traced along the v-line of my dress.
I shifted slightly when his tongue tugged at a strap and glided along more skin.
He let his tongue linger a moment longer. I saw those dimple peak from his grin line when I sighed in pretend annoyance.
“Fine” he whispered against my chest. And he kissed my chest- just over my heart.
He adjusted the dress strap he had lowered and then took my hands in his.
“Where will you be sitting?” I asked as I squinted slightly to see his eyes more clearly.
Harry sighed uneasily.
I felt my stomach tighten.
“Harry?” I asked. “You’re staying, right?” I added more quietly, anxiously.
He gently let go of my hands and looked down.
“Angie, I just came to wish you luck”
“This is what you call wishing me luck?” I retorted and rubbed away the trail of his slightly moist kisses along my neck and chest. Kissing me didn’t count as anything more than just that.
I wanted to hear his words instead of feeling his words- from time to time, that is. This was one of those times.
“Angie, I’m sorry, but I can’t stay. That’s why I came before it started” he explained his faulty reasoning. He comes, tries to kill Liam, tells me he loves me, kisses me, then wants to leave?
“Harry, you just got here” I complained.
Maybe it would have been better if he didn’t come because him leaving so quickly was almost just as worse. Almost.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry. But I gotta go…” he apologized, but I wasn’t ready to accept his apology.
“Harry, I know your boss is pretty strict, but I’m sure she would have let you get off” I tried to explain. “For me” I added quietly. I knew his boss was a pain in the ass, I had seen her last year when I had almost gotten Harry into trouble for bring me to the “private” kitchen.
He paced the room for a long moment, shaking his head of dark curls at the ground- in frustration.
“Harry, I don’t understand-” I admitted without trying to cover my ting of desperation.
Why didn’t he want to see me graduate? What did I do wrong?
Then he stopped and looked up into my eyes.
“Angela, what are you going to tell your children? That you used to date a bum that never graduated high school?!” he demanded in a shout.
I looked into his for a moment. He was worried about being an embarrassment to me? He was worried that I was ashamed of him?!
I shook my head slowly, calmly. I almost wanted to shout at him for being so insecure about something I so clearly told him I had no problem with. He worked at a bakery and at me and Danny’s restaurant and that’s what he loved to do. You don’t have to go to college to find what you love, sometimes it just shows up in the dead of night, at the moment you need it most.
I took a step toward Harry. He watched me carefully, surprised that I wasn’t showing any ounce of shame or doubt about him.
“I’m going to tell them whatever you tell them, because they will be our children” I told him in a steady voice. I had no idea where my confidence came from, or my words, but I didn’t dare take them back. Even if I could, I wouldn’t have because everything I said was true. I wanted to have his children one day.
Harry blinked and just watched me a moment.
“You want my babies?” he asked me in a hushed voice, like he wanted me to whisper “yes” so that he could wink and make me blush.
But there was a sort of dangerous resoluteness in his marble eyes and I was slightly afraid of what he would do if I said “yes.”
So I nodded slowly.
A sly grin literally cut into his features: his dimples peaked through and he watched me with an eager restraint. Kind of like the days after he saved me and we were stepping on each other’s tongues. Then, we entangled with each other’s tongues.
He slammed his chest into mine, pinning me to the wall with his delicate forcefulness- as he pressed his lips to mine urgently. His hands slid down my waist as he lifted me up slightly, fitting my tender lock to his growing golden key.
Then he squeezed my thighs until I wrapped my legs around his waist.
His hands blindly, but still mischievously- felt up my skirt and along my inner thigh until he got to the lace of my underwear.
He tugged it down.
It fell to my ankle.
Then he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants. And he thrusted. He thrusted so deep inside me, I almost thought he was stuck. But we never got stuck; we fit together in our perfect puzzle.
But this time was different. It was like he physically wanted to get his white soldiers up to my tallest tower to plant their red flag of victory.
His warm breath tingled down my neck, sending me into a fearful, but pleasurous whirlwind.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, grasping a few curls every time he filled me with his soldiers.
“I’ll give you a baby boy” he growled in a deep rasp. He pressed his key at the word “boy.”
I took a deep breath in slight fear of his words and the powerful vigor of his body. I wanted his children, but not now. And I was afraid and slightly impressed that what he said always seemed to happen, like his ambition- and, well his soldiers were that determined.
“A baby girl” he purred softly by my ear.
“And another boy” he hissed harshly.
“Another girl” he whispered against my lips.
“There aren’t enough sexes” he commented in a raspy purr. And he began kissing along my neck.
“And another” he growled.
“another”
My chest rose and fell to the rhythm he thrust his lock: too fast. Too hard. Too Harry.
I felt like I was filled with every single one of his soldiers. Like I was Charlotte with her web of thousands of baby spiders.
Then he stopped.
And rested his hands on the wall- on either side of me. He took deep, heavy breaths, trying to catch up his words with his actions.
Harry pulled his boxers and jeans up, then he buckled his pants swiftly. Piece of cake.
But I was still trying to catch my breath.
Of the number of times he's touched me, this time caught me off guard. Literally. He broke into my barrier and fled up my castle, trying to get his soldiers to implant gold.
My legs seemed to be permanently stuck in a slightly separated fashion that looked as though it was painful to clasp them together again. It was slightly painful.
“Harry?” I asked slowly, quietly.
He looked into my eyes and that gleam of dangerous golden determination had settled down.
“Yes?” he asked with a wink and a peak of his dimples.
I glanced at the clock.
“I’m late” I told him. And I wouldn't be surprised if I was late for something else real soon...