Cami's POV:
As quietly as I possibly could, I slid the spare key Harry had given to me into the lock. It was just passed one AM and although it wasn't that late, Harry had been putting a lot of hours in at Bandit, so the chances of him being asleep were good.
I tiptoed my way through his house, and slid into his bedroom without making a sound. Harry was sprawled out across his bed in only a pair of black boxers, sound asleep. Not wanting to bother him, I gently shoved his leg onto his side of the bed and sat on the edge to take my clothes off. I had become use to sleeping in Harry's worn shirts and flannels, but tonight I was too exhausted myself to bother grabbing one.
In just my own t shirt and a pair of pink lace panties, I slipped into bed beside my curly haired boy. With a soft kiss to his plump lips, I curled into Harry and drifted off to sleep quite quickly.
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If the sun hadn't been pouring through the window that morning, I would have thought the soft feeling of lips trailing down my thigh had been apart of an all too familiar dream I had had about Harry.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I managed to open them to the best sight a girl could have at nine in the morning.
Harry's head was making its' way between my thighs and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped from my lips.
"Why didn't you wake me up last night when you came in?" Harry whispered into a kiss on my knee.
His morning voice had become something that I craved to hear almost everyday because it was the perfect blend between raspy and silky.
"It was really late and you looked so peaceful, I didn't wanna bother you," and with a quick tug to his hair, his mouth was level with mine.
Harry leaned down, pressing some weight on my torso, and brushed his lips across mine. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, wanting more than a soft kiss. He hungrily pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, leading into long overdue contact.
He pulled back slightly and said, "How do you always look so beautiful in the morning?"
My cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red and I couldn't help but laugh into his neck.
Harry shifted his hips and I immediately felt his erection press against my thigh. With the knowledge that he was turned on from just short contact with my mouth, I felt the fire spread between my legs.
Now, sex was always amazing with Harry. But, morning sex with Mr. Styles was as good as a girl can get.
Harry began running his hands up my body, sending the most delicious shiver down my spine. He lifted my shirt over my head and pinned my hands beneath his.
"F.uck Cami, this bra is amazing," his eyes practically popped out of his head as he took in the new addition to my collection of sexy lingerie. I was sporting a sheer and lace bra with ribbon connecting from one boob to the other.
To my surprise, Harry unclipped the bra and threw it to the ground in one swift motion. His dangerously tempting lips sucked a wet trail to my breasts, leaving small bruise marks along my neck.
I lifted my hips to meet his, in an attempt to relieve the ache between my legs. He was harder than ever and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
His teeth nibbled on my breasts, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
I lowered my hand between our bodies and slowly reached into his boxers. He pulsed in my hand, as I stroked him devilishly slow.
I loved seeing him above me like that, vulnerable and full of pure love and desire. Harry always had this look in his eyes when we were about to make love that made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered.
Not able to wait much longer, I lowered his boxers and pulled them down his legs with my toes. In the most adorable way possible, Harry lit up with a smile across his face, his dimples more prominent than ever before, and planted a forceful kiss to my lips.
"Well, well. Someones being impatient today." A smirk spread across his mouth.
"I want you." The only three words that could make it out of my mouth, followed by a quiet moan.
He gripped his length in his hand and rubbed himself against my most sensitive part.
He was such a tease.
I dug my nails in his back, as he lowered himself onto me and I felt the entirety of his length enter me.
I would never get used to the overwhelming, almost painful, but insanely amazing feeling that took over my body every time Harry was inside me.
He started off slowly rocking himself into me, but after a few moments of slow and sensual, Harry grabbed my ankle and pushed my knee to my chest, pounding into me harder and harder. It was the greatest feeling, being spread that way beneath him as he relished every inch of my body.
I began to lift my hips to meet his motions, sending him off beat for a moment. After regaining our rhythm, Harry let out a low groan that sent fireworks through my body.
With my hands pinned above me once again, and my leg resting against my chest, Harry pushed into me as hard as he could. The fire burning in the pit of my stomach began to grow with each thrust of his hips.
"I love you. So much." He cried out, leaving me speechless and on the edge of my release.
With a few more rough thrusts, I squeezed my eyes shut and let my orgasm take over my body, crying out Harry's name multiple times.
When I regained my vision, I wanted nothing more than to please my man. With a quick, and very smooth movement I must admit, I rolled on top of him, wanting to take charge.
I rolled my hips against him hard and fast, as he gripped my tits in his large hands. Harry was quite easy to please because his favourite position for me was on top of him, circling my hips around his cock.
I bounced my hips a little and mounted my hands on the headboard above Harry's head to give myself some support. I f.ucked him as hard as I could, and I began to feel the ache building between my thighs again.
He pushed his hips up, guiding his cock as deep inside me as he could. I threw my head back and rocked against his cock, recieving my name in moans and whispers.
"F.uck, I'm close baby. That's it," he purred into my tits.
With that said, I felt Harry pulse inside of me as we both reached our climax together.
I dropped my head onto his chest and left a trail of kisses across his pecs.
"That. Was. Amazing." I muttered slowly, but surely.
"Twice in a row? Shit, I'm better than I thought," He bragged.
I nipped at his skin with my teeth, earning a wince but laughed into a light kiss.
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After a rather stimulating wake up call with Harry, we had both racked up quite an appetite. I hadn't been to the gym in weeks and somehow I felt like I had worked out muscles I didn't even know I had. It was the best soreness I could ever imagine and it's presence would be a constant reminder of my heated morning with Harry. In fact, I welcomed this feeling to last as long as it wanted to.
We both made our way downstairs and I couldn't help but smirk at the soreness in between my legs from Harry's very welcomed roughness with me. Sweet and slow was nice sometimes but damn. Hot, rough sex definitely took the cake.
Harry's arm wrapped itself around my waist as he led me into his kitchen. No matter how many times I had seen it, it still struck awe in me every time. It was beautiful- a little too modern for my taste, but eye catching nonetheless.
"What are you in the mood for? I have eggs, fruit, toast..." Harry said as he scanned the contents of his fridge.
"Pancakes?" I questioned coily as I hopped onto the countertop.
Harry crammed his neck out of the refrigerator and looked over at me propped on top of the counter. His green eyes scanned my scantily covered body from head to toe and I already knew what he was thinking. I smirked and pulled his flannel shirt closer to my body to deny his eyes acess.
We'd been having sex all morning and I was starving.
Harry sneered at my attempt to deny him and closed the refrigerator door shut. He made his way over to me and stood in between my legs. His arms wrapped around the small of my back and he pulled me all the way to the edge of the counter so I was practically in his arms. I couldn't help my smile, but I kept my arms rested on his shoulders so I would refrain myself from running them down his bare tattooed chest.
Harry leaned in close and planted wet kisses down the base of my neck, all the way up to my ear. "I say we have a late lunch and go back upstairs for the rest of the morning."
I struggled to contain a moan as he took my ear between his teeth and continued to pepper kisses across my searing skin.
"I'm hungry," I choked out hoarsely.
Harry tilted his head up and met my gaze. With a devilish smirk he remarked "I know what I'd like to have breakfast."
I rolled my eyes at his attempt and he burst out into laughter.
"Too much?" he asked.
"A little," I admitted as I hopped off the counter.
As the heated moment passed, I figured now was the best time to get some food in my stomach before Harry practically dragged me back up stairs.
"Food now, sex later."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," Harry warned with a pointed finger.
I held up my hands in surrender because who was I kidding, I wouldn't be able to reject him twice in one day.
Harry rummaged through his cabinets and drawers, opening one after another and scanning them quickly.
"So, I don't have pancake mix, but we can make them from scratch," he suggested and shrugged his shoulders.
"Mmm sounds perfect," I moaned.
Harry began searching through his kitchen once again, pulling out completely unnecessary ingredients like vanilla extract and corn syrup.
I walked over to him and put my arm in his way, stopping him from grabbing the honey.
"What kind of pancakes were you planning on making with these?" I asked amused.
Harry scratched the back of his head. "I'm not so good with the cooking thing," he admitted.
My eyes narrowed in confusion. The Valentine's day dinner he made me was delicious and hands down more difficult to prepare than some measly pancakes. Realization washed over me.
"Did you pretend to make me dinner on Valentine's day?"
The look on his face said it all and I knew then that it was true. I burst out into laughter and couldn't help but find that he pretended to cook for me hilarious.
"It's really not that funny," he defended as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What, did you order take out or something?" I said, barely able to keep my laughter at bay.
"No," he corrected. "I had a chef friend of mine come over and cook it before you got here."
That just made it so much better and my laughter continued.
"Stop laughing at me. I was just trying to do something nice."
"Sorry," I said trying to hold a straight face. "Cooking 101, pancakes start off with some flour," I informed.
"I knew that, I was just getting some other things to make them flavorful," he mumbled knowingly.
"Sure you were," I teased.
I searched through Harry's kitchen, which surprisingly had all the ingredients we needed. I talked him through the steps as if he was a five year old and teased him mercilessly throughout the whole process.
"And then when everything is all in the bowl, you're gonna want to stir it until it's all mixed together," I instructed animatedly.
Harry rolled his eyes "I think I got it now."
I stepped aside and let him take control of the bowl and whisk. He slowly stirred until the off white mixture became thick and completely free of any crumbled flour.
"You did it!" I cheered and giggled to myself.
Harry dipped his index finger into the mix and held it up to me.
"Now let's see how it tastes," he said, inching his finger closer to my mouth.
I scoffed but wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking all of the batter onto my tongue. I peered up at him as I did so and the same hungry look he had in his eyes before, was present once again.
"Perfect," I praised lowly.
Harry's body unconsciously leaned into mine and I could practically feel his breath on my neck. As he leaned forward to initiate contact, I ducked behind him to grab the bowl and take it to the stove.
"Tease," he groaned, annoyed.
"We made a deal, Styles," I reminded.
Harry opted to go and set the table rather than stick around and be tempted. He still couldn't resist taking a peek at the very short hemline his shirt offered me, every time he came to grab something in the kitchen, not that I minded much.
After breakfast and very intense teasing on both ends, Harry and I didn't even make it to the bedroom. We were frantic and quick, but it still managed to be just as amazing as any time before. Every time I was with Harry, it seemed to get better than ever, but damn did it take the energy right out of me.
Now we were both cuddled on the couch, neither of us covered by anything but a throw blanket as we watched tv. Harry's fingers gently traced up and down my arms as we laid peacefully still in his living room.
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When both of us finally gathered enough willpower to get up and actually start our day, it was already past noon.
As I didn't have plans until later in the evening for my shift, I leisurely scrolled through my phone as I laid on Harry's bed, while he showered for work.
I texted Charli a few times asking if things had gotten any better with Caleb, to which I was met with no reply. I was going through my emails when one specific one caught my eye. The sender was The San Francisco Art Institute and I nearly felt my stomach drop.
With everything going on lately, my offer of admissions completely slipped my mind.
I clicked the email and saw that the subject line read Accepting your offer.
Dear Ms. Ryder,
As we were pleased to offer you admissions, we remind all of our applicants that the deadline for accepting all offers is fast approaching for the coming semester. Please ensure you decline or accept your offer within the deadline to avoid having your offer revoked.
Best regards,
- The San Francisco Art Institute's Admissions Board
I was so enveloped within the email that I didn't notice Harry had come out of the shower. I looked over at him in just a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and couldn't help but feel an overwhelming fear of what would happen if I actually went to San Francisco.
"You okay?" Harry asked, noticing my dazed expression.
I paused, thinking about his question. I thought I had more time to decide, I didn't think it would have crept up on me so fast. For now I still had leeway, but soon I would be forced to choose between Harry and a great opportunity.
"I just got an email from that art school. I have to either accept or decline my offer soon," I announced.
"Oh," Harry said, surprised. "Have you decided yet?" he asked, as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
I was so unsure. There were too many factors, too many opportunities for things to go wrong either way I decided. If I decided to stay here and things between Harry and I didn't work out, I would have missed out on a once in a lifetime chance. The again, if I went and Harry and I broke up because of it, I could potentially lose my soul mate.
"Not at all," I admitted.
Harry scooted up the bed until he was seated where my hips laid and took my hand into his. I let out a frustrated sigh and Harry responded by bringing his lips to my knuckles and kissed them softly.
"I know I didn't really react well to the news at first, but I want you to know how proud I am of you. I did some research and The San Francisco Art Institute is one of the best art schools in the country..."
"Wait, you did research?" I asked, my mouth quirking up into a smile.
"Of course I did. If you end up deciding to go there, I want to make sure we have everything in place to make things work. I might not have seemed like it when we talked about it last, but I want this for you if it's what you want. Sure, I'll probably go insane without seeing you for weeks at a time, but I'll do anything to make it work if that's what you want."
The sincerity in his voice and in his eyes, told me that every word he was saying was true. He was willing to suffer through a long distance relationship- which everyone in the world knew, hardly ever worked, just to make me happy. He was willing to support me, no matter what I decided, he was still going to be there.
"Wow," was all I managed to say.
"Is this something that you want?" Harry asked, squeezing my hand supportively.
"I don't know," I mumbled.
Did I want to move to a city in which I knew not a single soul? Did I want to leave the town I grew up in? Did I want to leave all my friends who were practically my family? Did I want to leave The Grind after Meryl and Stan had become like surrogate parents? Did I want to leave the best boy I had ever met, all to do a measly year of school that I could do here for double the time but half the cost?
The answer to all of those questions was no, and still I couldn't help but feel I shouldn't turn down this opportunity so quickly.
I wasn't usually an indecisive person, in fact I was quite the opposite. For some reason, this felt like a choice impossible to make. I needed a sign on what to do, because without it I was torn between two very tempting offers.
Harry and I tried to weigh out the pros and cons for both staying and leaving, but I became distracted with watching him get dressed for work, instead. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn't help but focus on him as he chose between two dress shirts. He didn't seem to notice my averted attention and went full force with every idea he could think of.
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As much as Harry tried to help me come to a decision before he left for work, this was not a choice I could make after just discussing it once. I needed a second opinion, so I returned to the apartment and waited for Charli to get back from wherever the hell she was. In the meantime, I contemplated all the things I would need to consider if I decided to move.
Although San Francisco wasn't like I was moving to Australia, it was still over an hour plane ride away. I also figured that flying back and forth to visit my boyfriend was not practical when I would be paying off my tuition and an apartment that was not divided between both me and Charli. I didn't even have a job lined up there and finding one that worked around my intense fast track schedule would be more than difficult.
I barely had time now to balance school, a job and Harry and we only lived twenty minutes from each other. How would we manage when I had an even harder work load and an hour and a half plane flight between us. It wasn't like if I finished homework early I could fly to Newport and spend time with everyone like usual. I wouldn't be able to squeeze in time with Harry in the early mornings or with my friends late at night. I'd come home twice a month if I was lucky and the rest of the time, I'd have to rely on technology to keep my relationships alive.
This didn't sound manageable, no matter how much Harry promised that it was. As much as we would both try to make things work, the distance would become too much. His absence would make me miserable and I knew I couldn't be happy there unless I had the people I loved.
But then I thought about how nice it could be to start over in a new place, despite how hard it would be to be so far from the people I loved. I would never see Liam, Zayn or Louis again, or have to deal with that drama. My father would be even more absent from my mind than he already was and the memory of my mother's death wouldn't taint the new city I lived in.
It all sounded so good, that for an instant I questioned why I was only just considering this.
At the same instant, the front door opened and closed with a rough slam.
Charli's mahogany hair was piled on the top of her head and her eyes were red and bloodshot. Her skin was pale and dark purple bags tainted underneath her eyes.
"Is everything okay? Have you talked to Caleb yet?" I asked, concerned.
This was so not like her.
She barely looked at me before she stomped off to her bedroom and slammed the door shut once again.
Clearly things were not okay at all.
I guess I would be making this decision without my best friend's input after all.