Songs for the chapter:
You Could Start A Cult — Niall Horan (a * in the chapter will tell you when to start playing it. TRUST ME YOU WANT TO.)
📍 Brussels — 2020
Harry's vanilla scent engulfed my senses as he pressed my back against his chest, his hand covering my eyes as we walked up to the front door of our home here in Brussels.
"Harry, I hate not being able to see where I'm going," I pouted, my voice whiny, making Harry laugh.
"Catalina, I've been looking forward to this moment, please let me have it," he said close to my ear, his breath causing chills down my spine.
"Fine," I said, still pouting. We walked forward a bit more, before finally stopping.
"Keep your eyes closed, promise?" He said and I nodded.
"Yes, yes I promise."
I felt his hand slip off my face, feeling him walking around and standing next to me, "Okay, open your eyes."
I opened my eyes, gasping, my jaw dropping, "Harry..." I turned to face him then back to the stone house covered in ivy. It was huge, two stories, blended into beautiful bouts of green bushes and trees. It wasn't anything like I could have ever gotten myself this trip, "Is this real?"
Laughter spilled from him, echoing against the emptiness of the area we were in, "And this isn't even the main surprise, come on." He took my hand in his, linking our fingers, pulling me through the door. We rushed in, the entire back wall being giant window panels letting in the most beautiful light. Through them I could see a barn-like structure in the back, my eyes squinting to try and get a better view.
"What's back there?" I said, turning to him, our hands still tightly linked.
"Why don't you go find out," he smiled, letting go of my hand as I narrowed my eyes at him. I walked to the kitchen, finding the door that led out to the spacious backyard, if you could even call it that. It just seemed like land that let the house occupy its space.
I made my way over to the building, double doors painted different shades of tan, seemed to call out to me as my pace picked up. Reaching the doors, I pushed both open and stopped in my tracks, my hands coming to quickly cover my mouth. Large windows again lined the area, buckets holding paint brushes and giant easels could be seen spread throughout. As I approached the back tables and shelves nestled in a corner, I saw acrylics, watercolors and oil paints. There was cleaning mediums, paint thinners, sketching pencils
"All for your use." I heard Harry's voice, turning around quickly to face him. I couldn't help the tears in my eyes, as I spotted my mothers diary in his hand. A sudden realization to what he had done, "'I want to hide away somewhere, where all you can hear is nature. Surprisingly they have those places in Brussels. I just want to paint whatever my imagination creates as the sun creates dancing shadows as it shifts throughout the day.'"
He brought down my mum's diary to his side, shrugging before I quickly ran over to him, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him close, "Thank you."
I felt his body relax, arms wrapping around my body and holding me close, "I remembered seeing it when we were planning the trip, I'm sorry I grabbed her journal, I just want—..."
"—...no Harry, it's literally perfect. Thank you." I said pushing away softly, our eyes meeting, holding our gaze.
"You're welcome." He smiled, moving my hair behind my ear, without thinking, my head moving into his hand, eyes closing. I straightened up, rolling my lower lip into my mouth and inhaling deeply.
"We are going out tonight, yeah? Dancing?" I said, as we both separated, almost reluctantly.
"Yes ma'am. Drinks and dancing. I'll order us in some burgers to hold us over while we get ready." He smiled and I nodded.
"Sounds like a plan." I smiled.
I ran the pomade through my hair, feeling incredibly nervous and frustrated with its refusal to do what I wanted. I don't know what shifted in my own personal way of being tonight, but something about taking the town with Catalina tonight made me nervous. It was likely the fact that I wanted to hold her constantly. I wanted to stare into those doe eyes and have them tell me everything they had seen and how they had seen it.
"Harry, burgers are here! Let's eat before we go," I heard Catalina say as she walked up the stairs to our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't intentionally book us a joint room again, somehow, in a house with so many rooms, only one was used as a bedroom, a giant master with a piano in it. That had been her second surprise, that her piano lessons would officially start in our time here, which we both decided to be at least a week. After taking in the house completely, Catalina refused to leave early and let it go to waste and I agreed without hesitation.
She grabbed onto the doorframe as I turned and looked at her, leaning the top half of her body in, she had a silky black tank on, her hair smoothed out into lush waves, more hair to one side than the other. Her lips were covered in a deep ruby red lipstick, making her smile glow against it
"Woo hoo, pop star, I'm going to have to keep the ladies from stealing you away from me tonight," She winked playfully and I rolled my eyes, adjusting my collar on my blue and white striped dress shirt as I undid one more button
"What about you? Lady of mystery in all that black Catalina," I said, her cheeks flushing as she rolled her eyes.
"I'm a runner, I can feel them approaching from a mile away, they don't stand a chance," she giggled, making me chuckle.
"Well that's fair. If they want it, they have to work for it," I said, walking over to her and tapping her nose softly, "Let's go eat."
Walking past her, I headed down the stairs with Lina following close. I carefully pulled the food out of the bag, handing her her cheeseburger as I pulled out my veggie one. Lina reached into the bag, pulling out a fry, biting into it before, unwrapping and diving into her burger.
"So I found a place that has more than just that damn EDM music everyone seems to like. They play some pop, salsa even. I'm a really good salsa dancer actually, it's my hidden talent I think," she smiled, taking another big bite of her burger and making me chuckle.
"I don't know, I would say I need to witness it with my own eyes first to believe it, but, I am glad you found a club you like. I tend to vibe in any space, just give me a good tequila and I can make the best time anywhere," I bit into my veggie burger, the patty made of black beans, reminding me of the ones my mum used to make, tricking Robin that it was real meat every time. I laughed a bit, wiping my mouth, Lina's head tilting slightly.
"I never knew eating a veggie burger could be amusing, here let me see, I need to figure out why," she reached over, taking the burger from me and quickly taking a bite. She chewed carefully, eyebrows askew as she pretended to be lost in deep thought, "Nope, nothing humorous at all. In fact, did you know veggie burgers are the worst type of burgers to compromise with?"
She said, her face serious as ever as she handed me back my food, "Is that true? How so?" I raised an eyebrow, watching her reach for another fry popping it in her mouth.
She place her hand over her lips, stifling a small giggle, "They never meat in the middle." She burst into giggles as I rolled my eyes, though her laugh made it impossible to not join in. I chuckled, shaking my head.
"I should be slightly concerned, veggies arguing, veggie burgers not compromising...I think you have an issue, Lina. Consistently talking to food, its worrying."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes and throwing a fry at me, "You be quiet, you are on a trip with a random stranger, no room to speak!"
"And what are you doing?"
"Freeloading," she shrugged, before we both fell into a bit of laughter again. We finished off our food, discussing things we could do while in our time here. Lina began listing off songs she wanted to learn to play on the piano and I couldn't help but laugh as her enthusiasm about it, reminding her there was a learning curve to the piano. She insisted she would catch on in five minutes exactly and I couldn't help but to nod and appease her train of thought. That's all you could really do with her ideas, tell her she was right and move forward. She didn't need your confidence to motivate her, she had all the confidence she needed hiding in her crazy curls.
We finished up our food, each moving our way up to the room to freshen up, before heading out, Lina throwing a silky blazer on her shoulders as we walked out the door. She smelled like a fireside marshmallow today, something I wanted to sink my teeth into. I swallowed, maintaining my cool as she slipped her arm to link with mine, her other loading up the navigation and leading us on our way to the club she had found.
I was grateful Lina liked walking as much as I did, her legs keeping up always with the quick pace of mine. She would look over at me every once in a while, smiling softly but maintaining the silence. I was also grateful for that. For the silence. The peace she brought. I never had someone make me feel this safe that wasn't my immediate family, it was refreshing.
We walked for fifteen minutes, before turning a corner and meeting a line that seemed to be for the particular club she had chosen, her eyes widening immediately at the sight.
"Seems like you picked a good one indeed," I smiled and she glanced at me, pouting a bit.
"Yeah, but we are never going to get in at this rate," she pushed lips into her right cheek before glancing over at me again, an idea clearly reflecting across her doe eyes, "unless you use your pop star powers..."
Her finger poked into my stomach, eyebrows wiggling and I chuckled, "You want me to let them know, Harry Styles has arrived?"
"I mean....it's what Alessia Sloan would have requested," she said, faking innocence. I rolled my eyes, removing her hand from my arm, moving to link our fingers.
"You are insufferable sometimes, but I also know Robin would have smacked my head for even making you ask, so come on," I said, pulling her past the line to the front bouncer. I felt relieved I didn't even have to say anything, he locked eyes with me and he backed up, removing the rope to the side entrance, letting us in. I quickly reached in my pocket for my money clip, slipping out a hundred and handing it to him before we made our way into the club.
As we went further in, the bass of the music playing could be felt in my chest, latin beats filled the space. Lina moved her shoulders to the beat, swaying side to side as we made our way through the crowd, finding the bar.
"What do you want? On me!" She yelled out at me over the music.
"Tequila, on the rocks." I said and she nodded, leaning forward on the bar, calling over the bartender. He was quickly in front of her, smiling at her as she told him our order. I couldn't hear their conversation over the music, but her laughter made me flare up with jealousy. I moved close to her, leaning in, talking in her ear, "You were right, the music is great!"
She pulled away from me, a soft giggle rolling off her lips as her eyes narrowed at me, "I told you."
I could feel her eyes still analyzing me as I looked away, taking in the people dancing. Everyone was having a good time, bodies pressing against each other, sweat dripping down some. I swallowed as I felt Lina press my drink into my chest, I looked down, taking it and a long sip from it.
Lina wasted no time in downing her drink, tequila as well from the looks of it. She leaned in close to me, "Come on, popstar, tonight's not a sipping kind of night." She turned her right cheek more to me slightly, her eyebrows shooting up and I laughed nodding.
"Not messing around tonight, got it," I laughed, downing the drink. I shook my head at the warm feeling spilling over me, Lina taking my glasses, placing both on the bar before taking my hand in hers.
"Come on pop star, show me what those hips can do," she winked, leading me to the dance floor. We made our way to the middle, away from most eyes of those just sitting and watching their surroundings. We found the middle where everyone was just one with the music and their partner and nothing else. A new salsa song started playing, and I spun Lina around quickly, spinning her back into my arms. We moved our hips together, steps forward and steps back. We spun, we met again. Her laughter seemed to drown out the music for me, every bit of it. I felt a smile on my face that seemed to erase all these years of pain I had been holding in.
Catalina Sloane was a drop of honey in the sourness of my world.
We danced together through every change of music genre, constantly going back for shots of tequila that seemed to have a minor effect due to the amount we were both sweating as we moved. The music slowed to a smoother R&B sound, I watched as Lina licked her lip; watching the couples push their bodies close, swaying in a sensual way. There was a hesitation to her, almost a need to want to move away, but I stopped it, my hand reaching for her waist. I pulled her to me, my eyes danced along her features, so soft, delicate, beautiful.
I took her hand, spinning her around, pressing her back against my chest, our hips meeting perfectly, her ass pressed against the one thing I was willing to not be felt. I pushed her head softly to the left, her head turning slightly to look at me. Our cheeks pressed together as we moved to the rhythm, her hips pressing against me, causing my breath to stagger as I inhaled. She swiveled so slowly, so dangerously smooth against me, blood rushing straight to my prick without any way to calm it.
My nose traced her neck softly, my hands discovering new paths along her body, I felt her head fall back onto me, her eyes closing. It felt like a movie, everything else drowned out, and it was just her and I. Her ass pushed back on me, adding pressure, only making me harder with each movement.
"Can we get out of here?" I whispered in her ear, her eyes fluttering open, shifting so she could see me. She nodded, and I reluctantly let her body slip from my hands, finding relief when her fingers locked with mine as she led me to an exit.
** The cooler air hit me instantly, but it couldn't cool the burning I felt wanting to completely take over me. I couldn't turn to look at him, my feet not stopping my move forward. The past hours had sent my heart into overdrive, into a place that was starting to be driven by a need. A need to hold him, to feel his skin pressed against mine.
"Lina, hey, hey. You okay?" He asked, pulling gently on my hand to slow me down. I turned to face him, smiling softly, a small blush I was fighting to keep away.
"Yeah, I just....I'm...," I giggled, covering my face as I stumbled over my words, my mind slightly hazed with the alcohol we had consumed. He uncovered my face, chuckling softly before looking around us. He pulled me into a small alleyway between the club and the bar next door, pushing my back gently into the wall.
I felt his hips press against mine, igniting a fire in my lower belly. The heat of it moving up my diaphragm until it completely engulfed my heart. I let my eyes travel up to meet his, a flush spilling over my cheeks causing him to chuckle again.
"You're so much more than beautiful, Catalina." He said, moving my hair behind my ear gently.
"Stop," I said, moving my gaze from him, the heat he caused spilling over the rest of me.
"I'm not lying. Those eyes, I'd follow those eyes anywhere. They could start a cult and I would be the first to sign up."
I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, our chests both rising and falling heavy, in unison. My eyes explored his face further, his dimples, his nose, his lips.
"Lina, what do you think about regrets? Do you have many?" He whispered, his hand moving to trace the outline of my face.
"No. Cause I will try everything once." I swallowed softly, my knees buckling slightly as his thumb traced my lower lip.
"Even if it could ruin it all?" His face inching closer to mine, breath no longer entering my lungs.
I nodded as he closed the distance between us, his lips gently pressing into mine, a gentleness that only lasted mere seconds before my hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush against me. Our lips moved quicker, trying to find enough of the others lips to touch. My back pushed against the wall, Harry's grip working to lift me up, slipping my leg between mine, pushing against my sensitive middle. His hands pushed under the fabric of my blouse, gripping into my skin, as if he might lose touch if he didn't. I felt the mess that was creating itself in between my legs, his leg pushing further into me as my hips swiveled, grinding against it.
He pulled away, pressing his forehead into mine, "If we leave now, I won't be able to hold myself back once we get home."
"So don't." I said softly, soft smiles playing on both our lips, his nose nudging mine softly, before kissing me deeply again. He pulled away, taking my hand, walking backwards before turning me around and leading me towards our temporary home.
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Harry unlocked the door to our stone escape, the living room and dining area being lit by the moonlight coming in from the big windows. I felt Harry come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips gently meeting my neck, placing the most delicate of kisses along it. I swallowed softly, my hands wrapping around his arms. Shifting in them, I looked up at him, a dumb smile danced on his lips before pulling my chin forward, kissing me deeply.
I welcomed the control he took over the situation, my nerves getting the best of me. His tongue ran along my lower lip, asking for permission to find mine, his taste of mint and tequila. Turning completely in his arms, he pulled at the tie of my blazer, pushing it off my shoulders as his hand traveled up my neck, my own undoing the three buttons he had managed to actually have buttoned up. My fingers met his bare skin, tracing the outline of his muscles, each defining another reason for my newfound need for him.
"Couch?" He whispered.
"Bed." I countered, eyes slightly narrowed.
"More space?" He raised an eyebrow and I nodded, giggling as he reached down, picking me up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, letting my blazer finally slip completely off my arms before wrapping around him. I moved my lips to his jaw, trailing kisses to his ear, down his neck, trying to discover the places that made him melt. My lips found the spot below his ear, biting at the tender skin, a groan escaping him as he carried me to the room; a smile playing on my lips against his skin.
We arrived at the bedroom, my legs unwrapping from him, finding the ground below me. My lips moved to pepper kisses down his chest, across his swallow tattoos. My eyes peered up at him as I slipped his shirt off, tossing it to the side, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"What are we doing?" I said softly, wanting, but so scared to ruin everything come tomorrow.
"Research," he said, kissing my forehead softly, "You're going to teach me to paint, so I need to discover every bend you explained before," kissing my nose then my lips gently. He pulled at the hem of my blouse, my arms raising up as he slipped it over my head, tossing it to the side. His fingers delicately traced down my fingers, down the palm of my hand. He followed the line of my arm, down until he was back on my waist.
His hands ran to my back, fingers tracing along my spine until they reached the clasp of my bra, undoing as he placed kisses on my shoulders. He walked us back to the bed, my knees knocking on the edge as he sat me down; fingers looping around the front of my bra, pulling it off my body. Piercing green orbs traveled along my bare skin, causing my legs to clench until they met my own.
"I think I'm going to have you memorized forever, Lina. You're perfect." He said softly, lowering himself to his knees in front of me. My body felt hot, burning as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my hips, sponging his lips into my stomach and up to my tits, over my nipples. The tip of his tongue circled around my nipple, his mouth sucking it as his fingers dug into my skin. I moaned at the feeling, I was dripping wet between my thighs at this point; my hands moving into his hair, gripping tightly at it.
I tugged at his hair, pulling his head back so that my lips could meet his desperately. His teeth sunk into my bottom lip, as he moved his hands to push up my skirt, pulling at my lace underwear, yanking it down my legs. He kissed at the tops of my thighs, tracing his tongue along them, pushing them further apart so he could find my inner thighs. He placed open mouth kisses on them, almost as if fully taking in my taste, his nose tracing a path his mouth soon followed.
He pulled back, enough to look up at me, "I'm going to memorize how you taste now, if that's okay with you?" He said, his voice thick, wrapped in something I had never heard. I nodded, my head falling back the moment his lips met my warmth. He continued the open mouth kisses on my cunt, his tongue lapping up my wetness, pushing flat against it completely. His tongue rolled up, finding my sensitive bud, the tip working it in a way that made moans fall from my lips. I gripped at his hair, pushing my head up so I could watch him, "That feels so good....god..."
Harry smirked at me, removing himself from me, his nose nudging at my clit as his tongue worked my opening, slipping inside before kissing back up to my stomach, his fingers slipping inside me, curling against me, "You taste so sweet, Lina," he licked his lips, my arousal clear on his face, making me whine at the sight. He leaned up, wiping his face with his free hand, kissing me deeply as he fingered me, his thumb pressing into my clit.
"Ha-Harry...oh...oh,g..go-god," I moaned against his lips, his fingers working me in ways I had never experienced. I felt like my skin was tightening with every chill that spilt over my hot body. The mix of cold and hot only added to the euphoric feeling he was causing, my lower belly knitting tighter and tighter, searching for a release that was so desperately needed.
"I can feel how close you are, Lina. God I want to memorize your face when you come. They way your eyebrows knit like that," he said, placing a kiss between them, his fingers curling moving slowly then quick, over and over the same rhythm.
"How your cheeks flush so pink, red almost. How your lip quivers as you moan. Fuck–" He stuttered out, kissing me deeply, pushing me back on the bed as he hovered over me, my wetness spilling out of my cunt and over his fingers until I finally reached my high. I felt my body completely give out as heat burst through me, my body tensing and relaxing until I come to, his hand running gently through my hair.
"Those lazy doe eyes, that smile..." he said in almost a whisper and god I wanted more. I sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck as we moved up on the bed. My hands moved to undo his tan slacks, working to slip them off his hips, the ferns dragging my eyes down to his hard length pushing against his briefs.
We moved to remove the rest of our clothing quickly, Harry sitting up against the headboard. I moved to lay flat on my stomach between his legs, my mouth wasting no time in taking him in. I twirled my tongue around his tip, sliding it under his shaft as I took him further and further in my mouth. I traced a vein with it, that only made him shudder, his ab muscles contracting as he did. I kept bobbing my head up and down his length, my cheeks hollowing out as I added further suction.
I could hear his moans, his hand wrapping in my hair, tugging gently trying not to be aggressive, "Just like that...fucks sake....fu-.." I removed myself from him with a pop. My hand wrapped around him, moving up and down his hard cock. I swallowed, licking my lips at how hard he had become, seeing exactly how big he was. Our eyes met, and he used the hand in my hair to pull me up to him, our bodies pressing against one another. I closed my eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of our skin touching like this, trying to memorize how his muscles moved against mine as he held me.
He kissed along my lips, humming softly, smiling against mine, making my giggle slightly, "What?" I whispered, thinking how we were the two most chatty people during sex, but how it also felt so appropriate.
"I'm in a dream, I'm convinced this isn't real, and I'm going to wake up so upset tomorrow if this isn't," he said, kissing along my face gently.
"How long have you been feeling it?" I said softly.
"Would it be crazy, if I told you from the start?" He whispered softly, his lips moving over mine, barely touching.
"Not entirely," I laughed a bit, pecking the softest kiss on his lips, "There's no going back you know? Once we do this?" His eyes searched mine, before quickly flipping us over so he was on top.
"So what are we waiting for then? I don't want to go back. Not to how I was feeling before I met you," he said, his hand smoothing my curls gently, my stomach fluttering with uncontrollable butterflies.
"You fool," I breathed.
"Apparently, for you," he chuckled, kissing me, his hand on my cheek, "I don't have anything, as I wasn't expecting anything...but I'm clean."
"That's okay. I'm on birth control, I'm clean," I reassured him, my hands moving down his biceps, feeling the curves and bends of his muscles. He nodded, eyes searching mine before kissing me passionately, hands clinging to my body. I pushed my hips up into him, grinding against his hard length, until he pulled back, lining himself up with my opening and pushing in gently.
I gasped at how his girth made me stretch, squeezing my legs against the slight sting. He kissed my neck, his teeth digging softly into my skin as he pushed himself in deeper, both of us gasping as I adjusted.
"God, you're so tight, Lina. So wet, feels so good for me," he praised me, kissing down, nipping at my collarbone, a hand moving to squeeze at my tit, rolling my nipple in his thumb and finger. He pulled out to just the tip, sinking in me again further this time, causing me to grip onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin. He rolled his hips in and out of me, slow, pushing further in with each thrust until our hips met completely.
He pulled back slightly, bringing my leg to his shoulder, kissing down my calf as moved in and out of me, hitting my g-spot over and over.
"Fuck....yes, Ha-Harry...." I moaned out, my hand moving down my own body, my fingers pressing over my sensitive nerves, only intensifying the build up to my high.
Harry licked his lips, his eyes following my hand, watching as he pushed in me, as my fingers rolled over my clit, he groaned, eyes flicking back up to me, "Come for me, please Lina....please, fuck...."
He began thrusting hard, pushing my leg further down on my body as he sunk in deeper, "Let me feel you tight around me, please...god your so beautiful..."
His praise only turned me on more, my eyes rolling back into my head, my nerve endings releasing shocks bit by bit along my body, warming every inch of me until the knots in my stomach released, my head falling back as my back arched.
Harry pressed his lips to my neck, kissing down my high, his hips still pushing in and out of me, until I felt him pull out, his warm release shooting out in long ropes on my stomach. He moaned through his climax, until he collapsed on the bed next to me, my vision coming back fuzzy until I saw him clearly.
He looked at me with a stupid smile on his face, "I swear I can last longer than that..." he whispered and we both burst into laughter, "It's been a while."
Pushing his hair back, I leaned up kissing his lips softly, "You could have lasted a second and it still would have felt like magic."
"That's what women say to make men feel better," he glared a bit, making me laugh further.
"Shhh, shhh, take the soothing," I teased, our laughter continuing. It was nice to feel any previous worry fade away. Any previous fear that things would turn sour was just a delusion from my brain. We were going to be fine, it was all fine.
"Let's see who cleans you up right now!" He pretended to scold me, his finger in my face, moving quickly before I could bite it. He laughed, leaning down and kissing my face before pushing off the bed. I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back eventually with two towels. He gently cleaned me with a warm wet on first, placing kisses along my stomach as he did, moving to dry me with the other towel, again sponging more kisses on my belly.
He placed both towels to the side on the floor, sitting on the bed, leaning his body on me, "Are you going to run away in the morning?"
"Maybe after breakfast," I shrugged, giggling softly, shaking my head, "No, I'll be here."
"Good. I'll be here too."
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I'm sorry it took so long! I've been all over the place but I promise for consistent updates from now on! I don't really like how the smut turned out, but here we are, I hope you enjoy it!
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