*Charli POV*
"Harry."
"Yeah baby?"
"Get on with it already," I groaned, sitting up on my elbows and staring at him.
He nodded and removed himself, leaning over to the bedside table. He pulled open the draw and dug through, before turning around with a frown.
"I'm going to kill Niall," he mumbled, flopping down next to me on the bed.
"What did he do now?" I asked in mild annoyance.
"Your sister I'm guessing."
"What?" I stared at him, not too sure what he meant. "I'm lost."
"You asked what he did, I replied with your sister," he said, shrugging his shoulders. When I didn't reply, he took that as a cue to start speaking again. "He was obviously in our room because there were condoms in this drawer, and now there isn't."
"Wait, what?"
"He stole them, unless Gramps did which is gross because-"
"Harry, stop talking about my Grandpa," I fake gagged. He laughed and wrapped his arm around me, clinging onto my side. "So what does that mean? You don't have any more?"
He shook his head and let out a loud sigh, "No."
"Well then we can go buy some-"
"Charli, it's almost three in the morning. No where is going to be open."
"Oh, I forgot..." I pouted, burying my head into his chest.
"So I guess we won't-"
I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. I pushed him back on the bed, watching his brows contort in confusion. I inwardly smirked as I moved myself in between his legs, taking him in my hands.
"Shit," he hissed, hips bucking up involuntarily.
I moved my hands along his length like I remember doing to him last time. I seemed to get a proper response out of him, so I decided to mimic my actions.
"Oh my god," he grunted, lazily smiling down at me.
I wanted to completely make him lose control, and there was only one way I knew that would happen. I smiled and slowly leaned down closer to him, swiping my tongue across the tip. His body shuddered and his eyes slammed shut, letting out a string of curse words in response.
Proud of his reaction, I slowly wrapped my lips around him, painstakingly bobbing my head up and down. His hips bucked up again, forcing more of him inside, and I slightly gagged.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" he rushed out. I looked up at him and winked, letting him know it was okay. "Don't do that. Not while you're doing that."
I pulled off, continuing to pump him with my hands while I looked at him innocently, "Do what, Harry?"
"You're killing me, you know that?" he threw his head back on the bed, forcing his eyes shut as I took him back in my mouth. One hand continued to match my pace, while the other held him down, resting on his stomach.
I'm not sure why I was so nervous about doing this, because it's not that horrible. As I keep bobbing up and down, one think I keep thinking about is how glad I am that I didn't do this for Zayn a lot.
Seeing Harry's reaction to this though, does make me slightly curious as to why he never wanted this. But thinking back to our relationship, I was just a game to him, so why not just go straight for the prize every time.
I groaned, causing him to flinch again, and I willed myself not to laugh. I felt a hand reach out and brush the hair out of my face that had fallen down, and I peered up at him, seeing the look of pure bliss spread across his entire face, his fringe matted to his forehead with sweat.
His eyes were dark and full of lust, and the amount of jerking and curse words that slipped from his mouth told me that he wouldn't be lasting much longer.
I'm positive that seeing him like this is turning me on more, so I clamped my legs shut in an attempt to block it out. I was barely over my high, I didn't need it to happen again because I'm sure that I wouldn't be able to handle that twice.
"Babe," he whined. I removed myself from him, slowing down the pumping with my hand.
"Yeah?" I asked in a raspy voice, which somewhat creeped me out. I coughed and tried again, "What's up?" It came out in the same tone, making his eyes widen.
"Holy shit, you sound so hot right now," he murmured. I rolled my eyes and resumed my actions, knowing he was extremely close to losing it. "I-"
I hummed, letting him know I understood his silent words. Almost instantly I felt him release into my mouth, and I slightly cringed, not familiar with what to do now.
His head was back on the pillow, and his chest heaved up and down as he gasped for air. I still had the liquid in my mouth, inwardly groaning as I swallowed it, almost gagging myself.
I crawled up the bed and laid beside him, curling up into his side and nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.
His arm wrapped around my side, fingers drawing small patters along my bare skin; while my hands rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly returning to its normal state.
The silence was comfortable between us, neither one daring to interrupt it. I reached to shut the light off, and grabbed for the blanket, slowly pulling it over our bare bodies.
"I love you," he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
"I love you," I whispered back, slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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A loud banging on the bedroom door pulled me from my sleep. "Open up, guys."
I buried myself deeper into Harry's embrace, letting out a small whimper. I smiled and placed a kiss to his neck and whispered, "Can you get the door?"
"Yeah, but you've got to let go baby," he spoke quietly. I hesitantly removed myself from around him and laid on my back, shielding my eyes with one hand.
The blanket was thrown over me, and I curled up underneath it. I watched as Harry strolled over to the door, grabbing the handle.
"Aren't you going to put anything on?"
He turned and smirked, shaking his head no as he turned the lock on the door and opened it. "What's up, Ni?"
"Hi guys- Oh my God, why are you naked?" he screeched, pushing past Harry's chest to sit on the foot of the bed. Harry strolled back over, cautiously pulling the blanket up so he could slide in next to me.
I instantly curled up to his side, my arm slinging around his chest while my legs tangled with his.
"Are you comfortable with him being naked right now? I mean, you're pretty much on him," Niall didn't hide his humour in the situation.
"Yeah, why not?" I watched his expression falter slightly before he shrugged.
"Why was your door locked?"
"Force of habit?" I speak softly, pursing my lips to hide my laughter.
"Oh bullshit," he cackled. "I've never seen your door locked."
"Well maybe we should start," Harry suggested, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head. "Why are you in our room Niall?"
"Georgia wanted to see if you guys wanted to go out with us tonight to the park. They're bringing in a big screen and playing some movies starting at eight."
"What time is it now?" I asked, taking in a deep breath.
"Just after ten."
"Seriously? Have we really been sleeping for only a few hours?" Harry whined and pulled the blanket up over his eyes.
"Late night?" Niall chuckled.
"Not quite," I mumbled.
"Doubtful. Is this why your door was locked?" he exaggeratedly winked. "You guys finally did it, didn't you?"
"No," Harry said flatly. "No thanks to you."
"Yeah, why were you in our room?" I asked with a frown.
"What makes you think I was in your room?" he questions. "What proof do you have to support your theory?"
"Lack of proof is more like it. The condoms are gone, that's what lets me know you were in here. Unless you're insinuating Gram and Gramps needed-"
"Harry. Hush."
"So I borrowed one or two condoms."
"You took the entire box, and didn't replace them," Harry ripped the blanket from covering his head, and sent a nasty glare at Niall, whose eyes widened.
"Sorry man."
"Go buy your own next time you need them," he spat.
My hand moved to his under the blanket, and I gently traced his fingers with the tips of mine. He relaxed almost instantly before taking my hand in his and linking our fingers together, "Sorry. Just, if you're gonna take shit, replace it next time mate. We don't need another surprise like that."
"So you were gonna do it! I knew it!" he cackled, pumping his fist in the air. "I'm sorry Charli, I didn't know-"
"It's fine," I lie.
Niall then starts rambling about how his parents took him out for breakfast with Georgia, and how much they apparently love her.
I was too preoccupied with Harry to pay attention to what he was saying. His free hand was tracing patterns down my back, making me shiver every once in a while.
"I guess they're going back to Mullingar again for two more weeks in September. They said they'll be gone for my birthday so I can have a big party as long as I clean by the time they get home."
"Oh, that sounds fun," I hummed, watching him laugh.
Harry's hand started trailing lower down my back. I looked up at him, an innocent smile graced upon his face, and dimples on full display.
I mouthed for him to stop, but he didn't listen. His hand continued trailing around to my front, brushing over my lower area.
"Hey, Ni. I don't mean to sound rude, but can we maybe talk about this later? I'm just really tired still," I fake yawned, stretching my arms above my head. I dropped my arm on top of the blanket, where Harry took it in his again.
"Oh yeah, sure. What if we went for dinner, and then to the movie?"
"Yeah sounds good," I nodded, looking up at Harry who simply nodded in agreement. I watched him get up and walk to the door, saying goodbye. As soon as the door was shut, I jumped up and locked it, turning and staring at the boy in my bed.
"So you think you're funny, do you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I narrowed my eyes before I crawled back under the blankets, this time laying directly on top of him.
"Someone's gotten comfortable being naked around their boyfriend."
"It's actually quite comfortable for sleeping. Not getting tangled in the sheets and whatnot," I winked dramatically. "I may have to do it more often."
"You what?" he asked in a breathy tone, holding my face gently and looking up at me. I couldn't help but shiver when he pushed my legs apart and slipped two fingers inside me. I let out a small whimper and slid off of him.
"What was that for, love?" his deep voice was deep and gravelly. "You didn't push me away last night."
"Last night I wasn't going to fall asleep on you," I huffed. "But right now I will. So sleep."
"Not a good enough answer," he chuckled, trailing his hand back downwards.
"Harry, stop. Save it for tonight," I mumbled, reaching down and grasping his hand in mine. "Harry, I'm really not in the mood right now. I'm just tired, and I want to sleep."
"You're not very fun, babe."
"Well, some of us can't run on a couple hours of sleep," I turned and looked at him. "Can we please just sleep now?"
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I woke up some amount of time later, not really knowing exactly when I fell back asleep. Harry kept poking me, until I threatened him that if he was to continue, that I would never let him kiss me again. He then complained for a while about how I was being unfair, and using my 'hotness' as an advantage.
I eventually got sick of it and smashed my lips against his on an attempt to shut him up. He moaned surprisingly loudly,which is when I took advantage of the kiss and slid my tongue in his mouth.
I don't think I could ever get over how good I felt with Harry. There was something about him that just made me feel right. I don't even need to try with him, because I can tell by the way he touches or kisses me that I know that what we have is real.
I slowly drifted back off into a peaceful sleep, pressed up against the side of my boyfriend who I am madly in love with.
The sound of Harry playing guitar was what woke me some amount of hours later. He was perched at the foot of the bed playing one of the songs he sang to me in the tent.
I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms above my head to alert him that I'm now awake. His head shot up to look at me, and a big smile appeared on his lips, "Hi, baby!"
He laid the guitar down on the bed and practically lunged at me, tackling me down on the bed and capturing my lips in a kiss.
"Hi to you too!" I giggled, gently shoving him off of me. I hid my face in his neck, placing a quick kiss there. "What are you doing, crazy boy?"
"Just saying hi to my beautiful girlfriend."
"Well stop, you're making me flustered," I murmured against the exposed skin. "I don't know how you do it so easily. You don't even really need to say a word to me and I crumble."
"I'm just that good," he chuckles, turning and placing a kiss on my cheek. "You should get dressed, it's almost half four."
"Why didn't you wake me earlier?"
He simply shrugs before sitting up straight, "You were cranky earlier about your sleep, so I figured I'd get you up at exactly half four because you only need to get dressed."
"No, I would've liked to have a shower. But I need to do my makeup as well-"
"You don't need makeup, Charli," he frowns, staring down at me. "The last couple of months you haven't worn any, and you've looked insanely gorgeous without it-"
"Are you kidding? I was crying every day, of course I wasn't going to wear makeup. And I looked horrible, don't lie," I covered my face with my hands, letting out a low groan. "But whatever, I'm just going to change."
"No you didn't. And we're leaving at five, so be ready by then."
I rolled my eyes and move to flip the blanket off, but at some points during my sleep I must have already done that, forgetting I was stark naked. I quickly pulled it back over my body. I sat still for a minute, looking up at Harry.
"What?" he asked. "Why are you staring? Go get dressed."
"I'm naked."
"Yeah, and?" he shrugged and reached for the guitar, pulling it back into his hands and stretching his left hand over three frets. His eyes met mine, and a small smirk made its way to his pouted lips. "You're nervous right now? That's adorable."
"This is a serious problem," I whined loudly.
"You were sleeping for the past hour without the blanket on, and now all of a sudden you're shy about it."
"Don't Harry. How am I supposed to go change?"
"Easily," he said nonchalantly, bringing his right hand down over the strings, strumming slowly. "You put your legs over the side of the bed, use your arms to push yourself off and walk with the same legs into the closet."
"Yeah, but you'll stare at me."
"Well, you need to get used to that, baby. If what happens last night happens again, I'm going to be doing a lot more than staring at you," he winked, and gently poked me with his foot. "Now just get up, because you'll make this even more uncomfortable for yourself the more you prolong it."
A loud sigh left my lips. I know he's right, he's right more times than not. It's just, I'm not really comfortable around him this way yet. It took me over a year to do anything with Zayn.
But Harry isn't Zayn. I don't know how many times I need to tell that to myself. Harry is so different compared to him. I feel comfortable around Harry in many different aspects, so I don't know why I'm so shy about this.
I guess simply doing it more often will help with overcoming my fears about it.
So I instantly flip the blanket off, stretching my arms above my head, curling my toes, and arching my back in an entire body stretch. The one thing that's different, is that I'm trying not to worry about the fact that it feels like his eyes are burning a hole into my chest.
I slump back on the bed, quite satisfied with my result, before slowly standing up. I saunter over to the closet, knowing yet again that he's watching me, so I give my hips the slightest extra sway.
A low groan came from behind me, and giggle to myself once I enter the closet. I don't even look at what I've picked out, but I quickly grab on a bra and a pair of underwear and slip them on before changing into the clothing.
I made my way back to the bed, sitting down next to the fully clothed boy playing guitar at the foot.
He continues strumming, and starts playfully singing along with the tune, "Ready to go?"
A smile appears on my face. My response comes out as a hum before he lays the guitar down on the bed and leans forward to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. I couldn't hold in the round of giggles that surfaced and I probably looked like a crazy person bursting out in laughter for no apparent reason.
After a nervous chuckle leaves Harry's lips, I eventually calm myself down enough to I wonder to myself when I became the type of person to giggle at every small thing their boyfriend does to them. Harry must have noticed my preoccupied state, because he pulled back gave me a weird look.
"What's that look for?"
"I was just wondering what you're thinking," his voice was barely above a whisper, but I could hear it perfectly clear. "Your mind is wandering babe."
"I was just thinking about last night," I say. He nods and winks. "Um..."
"What's up?"
"Last night...That was my first- when you- erm, did that?" I sputter out, looking down at my hands.
"First what?"
"You know... When you did that," I mumble. "No one has ever..."
"Oh!" he smiles widely. "Was it good?"
"Holy shit Harry, was it ever good. You're going to be doing that a lot more," I speak before I realize what I'm saying.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Really really," I smiled and took his hand in mine, linking our fingers together. "We should probably get going though, you know how Peach can get when she has to wait."
"How could I forget?" he laughs, a Cheshire Cat grin popping up on his face. His eyes flicker in remembrance before he speaks. "Remember that one time she was going to drive us to the movies, and we made her wait less than five minutes? She barged into your room and started yelling at us! Telling us we're the slowest people ever!"
"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about that!" I gasped loudly, my free hand coming up to cover my mouth. "How do you even remember that? That was just after we met!"
He shrugged before standing up from the bed, pulling me along with him. He quickly reached for his wallet before stuffing it in his back pocket, "I remember lots of random things."
"Do you remember what movie were we going to see?" I curiously asked, seeing if he remembered. I honestly had no clue, I didn't remember that happening until he just brought it up.
"Mhm, of course I do," he smiled and let me into the hall, stopping at Georgia's room. He knocked three times on the door, looking back down at me. "You wanted to go see some Twilight movie, and Brooke told you absolutely not. I felt bad because you really wanted to see it, so I told you I'd go," he shrugged before letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Oh my gosh!" I groaned, burying my face into his chest. "I can't believe I forced you to go to it."
"Char, you didn't force anything," he chuckled lightly, rubbing his hand along my back. "Although, it was probably the worst movie I've ever seen. I can't believe you liked those movies."
"Hey!" I pouted, playfully smacking his chest before wrapping both of my arms around him. "They weren't that bad."
Harry was silent, and I knew that he was rolling his eyes at my comment, "Where the hell is your sister? Now she's making us wait for the movie." He knocked again on the door, louder this time. "Peach! Niall! Come on now, we don't have all night."
"Give us five minutes, Hazza!" Niall's voice shout through the wooden door.
"Erm, maybe we should go grab some blankets and snacks for the movie? Let them figure out what's going on," I suggested, hearing a hum in agreement come from Harry.
We walked over to the closet and pulled it open, and I skimmed over the contents. Most of the stuff inside were towels, but at the very top there was a familiar blanket that was rolled up in the corner.
I smiled and reached for the same blanket we took camping, before hearing a chuckle and seeing Harry effortlessly take hold of it in his hand.
"That's not fair, you're taller than I am!" I groaned, sticking out my lower lip.
"Sorry, shorty," he turned and started down the stairs, leaving me watching.
My jaw hung open in shock, before I chased after him. "I hate you, Styles," I mumbled, passing him in the kitchen and heading to the pantry. I opened the door and skimmed through it, grabbing a package of chocolate chip cookies, along with a family size bag of crisps.
"Highly unlikely that you hate me, Charli."
"You're right. You're so right," I mumbled, turning around to face him. He was making his way over to me slowly, watching my every move.
I started towards him as well, quicker though, as I ran and jumped onto him. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, while his hands moved to my bum to hold me up.
I smiled up at him as he carried me over to the island in the middle, and set me down on it. My arms and legs never detached from him, but his hands went up to my face, cupping my cheeks before pulling me in to me him in a kiss.
"I love you Charli, so much," he mumbled against my lips.
"And you have no clue how much I love you, Harry. I honestly don't know what I'd do with my life if I wasn't with you," I confessed, watching his smile become wider. "And like, I hate myself slightly for not realizing sooner how good you are for me. I'll have to live with that every day for the rest of my life, but I'll be okay with it if I get to be with you. Fuck, I love you."
His thumbs moved to wipe away tears I didn't know had escaped, before he started peppering kisses across my face. "Please. Don't. Cry. Charli," he spoke between kisses. The tears had slowed down, but we're still coming out. "I. Love. You. So. Much."
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Authors Note:
smut and fluff. not even sorry.
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