I lay in Harry's arms in his queen-size bed, the canopy above us setting the calm mood we were already in. My cheek was against his built abs, his arms wrapped tight around me and his nose buried in my hair.
It was still raining outside, so the room was pretty dark as my eyes opened. I looked up at Harry, who was already smiling down at me like I'd been an angel who'd left the heavens. "Morning," I mumbled to the beautiful, curly-haired boy before me.
"Morning," he whispered back to me, pulling me into him and kissing my cheek. "Did you sleep well, babe?"
"I slept great, what about you?" I grabbed his hand.
He squeezed it in return. "Amazing." He tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine.
Our kiss lasted a few minutes and then he turned all sleepy-eyed to look at me again. "You hungry?"
"A little," I admitted as he got up and headed towards the bathroom.
I dialed Crowne Clothes's number. I waited three beeps before one of the concierges picked up. "Hello, this is Crowne Clothes-the best clothes at the best prices! How may I help you?" Her voice was all eager and happy-sounding.
"Hi, this is Laura Bernasconi, one of the Chief Sales Officers. I'm calling in sick today." I tried putting on my best fake sick voice. One that sounded convincing. "I won't be at work for today."
"That's fine, Ms. Bernasconi. We hope you feel better soon, have a nice day. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." I pressed the End button and hopped out of bed and over to his closet. "So I'm free of work today! I just need something to dress in."
He placed a bag in front of me. The side read Forever 21. I searched through the bag to find a black tank top with rhinestones at the top, black skinnies and some cute lacy pink underwear and a bra.
My mouth fell open in surprise. "Harry, why did you do this?" I gasped. "Thank you, but you didn't have to-"
His lips cut me off again, just like the previous day, and I wrapped my arms around him. "I wanted to, silly," he told me as he pulled back.
I took his hand and he pullled me towards the bathroom, flipping the shower knob upwards. The warm water hit the tub and we climbed inside. "Before we get clean, we should get a little dirty." He was in me within moments, leaning me back against the wall as he thrusted in a little harder than last night.
"H-Harry!" I yelped, wrapping my arms around him as tight as I possibly could. "Oh God, baby, yes!"
"Agh, Laura," he groaned loudly into my ear. "You feel so good..."
"I...love...you," I told him breathlessly. "S-So much."
"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. I knew I had to have you," he said into my shoulder. "You're so beautiful, I've never seen anyone so perfect."
Was he seriously calling me perfect? My flawed, girl-next-door self? I could never be anywhere close to that term. If anyone was perfect, it was him.
His poufed hair, lustrous green eyes, adorable little dimples whenever he smiled...his lovely little laugh, heavenly scent, I could go on for hours how utterly stunning he was.
His thrusts were slowing, his gaze only meeting mine as he slid in and out between my legs. His rosy lips hit the skin of my neck and parted for his teeth to make way as he bit down tenderly, but at the same time roughly.
I cried out in pleasure as he sucked on the already sensitive spot, then ran his tongue along it. I winced slightly from the pain as he planted a kiss there. "Oh, oh Harry..." I groaned. "Ahhhhh."
I gripped his back as I bit down ever so faintly on his lip, pulling back to stretch it slightly and then letting it go. He pecked my nose and then my forehead, a twitchy feeling suddenly commencing in his dick as he released in me.
His orgasm was so strong it dripped down my thighs as I came right after him, grabbing onto his ass for support. For a medium-size ass, it sure packed a lot to hold onto.
He pulled out, leaning against the wall next to me. "Wow," he exhaled.
I fell to my knees in front of him. "It's your turn for pleasure, Harry," I muttered as I took hold of his member with both hands and kissed the head. He closed his eyes as I traced my tongue around the hole, then took his cock into my mouth.
"L-Laura," he cried out. "Ohhhhh, fuck, ugh...yes..."
I grabbed his hips, edging them forward so he could push fully in. He wound his fingers in my hair, throwing his head back and moaning louder than ever before. Thunder struck and we could feel the floor shake slightly right as he came. I swallowed and then rose.
He kissed whatever was left on my lips off and we fell on top of each other, the shower water running down Harry's back. All we could hear were each other's heartbeats as we lay there intertwined. I flipped him so he was bottoming.
"Stop it, you've pleasured me enough," he protested, and I put a finger to his lips.
"I'm gonna pleasure you more." With that, I grinded rigorously against his hips. Every glide against his body pushed him deeper inside so he hit my cervix repeatedly. He clutched my buttcheeks, digging his nails in slightly rough.
"Just like that," he sighed loudly. "Oh, baby...mmmmm...fuck me so good..."
I put my hands on his chest as he glided me against his dick. "You like it? You like the feel of me against your cock?" I closed my eyes, the feeling between my legs so divine as I opened my mouth to moan. "Oh, ooh...Harry..."
"Laura!" he cried out, beads of sweat mixed with water rolling down his face as his cheeks began to flush pink. "Laura..." His voice broke, his erection painful as he rose his hips and pounded into me. "Ahhhhh..."
"Harry, Harry," I panted. "Ohhhhh...mmmmm...I-I'm gonna c-cu-" The pressure was building in me and I could feel him growing larger against my walls, the veins rubbing rapidly and rigidly inside my hole.
"Cum, baby. Cum for me," he sighed breathlessly as he pulled out, taking hold of his penis and squirting his sperm all over my vagina and thighs. I came just as hard directly after, his mouth attaching to me as he licked me clear of any juices.
I fell into his open arms, holding him close. "I love you so much, Harry," I said into his perfect, beautiful chest as he stroked my hair and kissed my head. "I love you."
"I love you more, Laura," he responded, nuzzling his cheek against mine. "I love you more." We held each other for a while in the warm, steamy shower before we actually bathed. We both came out in pajamas, holding each others' waists as we headed to the kitchen.
He had an open dark-blue button-up and black fuzzy pants to match. I was dressed in one of his over-sized red jerseys and the new panties he'd bought me. "Tell me what you wanna eat," he told me as he opened the fridge.
"Well, it is morning...eggs?" I suggested.
"Coming right up." He winked at me, kissing my cheek and grabbing the carton.
Louis put his reports in Mr. Wendell's file holder outside his office and turned to one of the passing interns, Dave. "Hey, do you know where Ms. Bernasconi is today? I have some reports I need from her." He was questioning because of the fact that he missed her, and was worried if she was okay.
"She's out sick today, Mr. Tomlinson," Dave told him, then took a sip of his coffee. "I heard it was a head cold."
"Thanks, Dave." Louis waved and headed off to his office. Once inside, he picked his phone up and texted Laura immediately: Laura, I heard you were sick, love. I can come over with chicken noodle soup and some blankets, if you want. :) x
My phone buzzed and I checked to see who'd texted. Louis. I put my phone back in my pocket, ignoring the text. I felt a little bad, but at the same time, I'd spent plenty of time with him. It was Harry's turn.
"Who was that? Louis, right?" Harry inquired as he stirred the eggs in a bowl and poured it into the pan before him, then added butter and lastly salt.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Are you angry?"
"Why would I be angry? You're here with me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms as the eggs sizzled on the stove, stroking the back of my hair and pressing his lips against the side of my head.
I wrapped my arms around him, cuddling against his warm chest. "I love you, Harry."
"I love you more."
He rocked side to side with me, a big grin on his face. "Eggs are ready," he said, glancing at the now scrambled yellow food.
Louis took out his phone. It hadn't chimed to let him know that she'd texted back. Maybe she hadn't seen it. He texted her again: Hey, babe. You probably didn't see my last message. I'm heading over to your house with chicken noodle soup and blankets. :) Xx-Louis
I picked my phone up to see Louis's newest text. "Oh shit," I gasped. "Louis's heading over to my house because he thinks I'm sick...what do I say?"
"Fuck." Harry thought for a moment. "Um, maybe that you're staying with your grandparents?"
"Yeah, that'll do it!" I kissed his cheek and texted Louis back: Hey, Lou. There's no point in going over, I'm with Grandma. I even sent an old picture with us both to back myself up.
Moments later, my phone beeped again: Maybe I can come over to your grandparents'?
I gulped. Um, sorry, you can't. They don't want anyone over...
Awwwww. But I miss you, love. Can I see you tomorrow?
Yeah. Tomorrow's fine. I'm serious this time, I will see you. I love you. :) Xx
Okay. Sleep tight, cutie. :)
I felt like a huge bitch. Lying to someone you loved was like shooting them straight in the heart while keeping eye contact and saying it wasn't you. I truly didn't want to let down either of them.
Harry handed me the eggs on a plastic plate and then headed to the couch with me at his side. We sat and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He grabbed the remote and scanned through a long list of movies, stopping on a movie by the title Love Actually.
"This is my favorite," he told me, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
"I've never seen it, we should watch it," I replied, looking into his emerald green eyes and falling in love all over again. Just the warmth of his body sent chills running down my spine.
He selected the movie and clicked 'play movie'. Minutes later, I'd finished my breakfast and we were about 15 minutes into the movie. He hooked his arm around my neck.
I in turn lay my head against his shoulder as he kissed my forehead over and over. He stroked my hair softly, and within a little while, I was fast asleep.
HARRY'S POV
I looked down at Laura to see she'd drifted off. Aw. She looked like an angel as her chest puffed in and out. Wow. How could I be so lucky? I paused the movie and lay my head on top of hers, covering my hands with hers.
JUAN'S POV
I was finishing up my paperwork to see Trinity by my desk. "Hey," she said suddenly, catching my attention.
"Hey, how've you been?" I questioned, noticing the smirk she had pasted across her face. All I'd been able to think about was last night. How perfect it was, how much I loved her.
"Fantastic," she purred. "We should meet up again tomorrow night, okay?"
"Okay." I grinned and watched her walk away, then got back to my work. I had way too much to take care of.
LAURA'S POV
Louis made a beeline for the restroom, hurrying into one of the open stalls. He quickly undid the belt buckle of his pants, yanking his cock out. The chilly air only added to the sensitivity of his erection, drips of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. "Fuck," he growled as he wrapped his fingers around his sore dick.
He put his hand on the wall and began pumping himself, his legs trembling as he thought of Laura's hands on his dick instead of his own. "Laura...Laura," he panted, opening and closing his fingers, adding to the pressure already felt in his region. "Baby, oh...agh...faster..." His moans became louder and louder, until you could hear them echoing off the tile walls.
He fell to the floor, leaning against the wall on the right and facing the left. He bucked his hips into his hand ferociously, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning. His left hand found its way down to his testicles, kneading them with his fingers. "Harder, mmmmm," he whined. "Baby..." His fingers then trailed down to his perineum, fondling it.
His hips rose in the air and his balls contracted as he released all over the bathroom wall. His eyes fluttering and his breathing becoming faster, his hand fell to his side and he took a deep breath. He almost felt embarassed. He was humiliated that he'd had to pleasure himself instead of having someone relieve his sexual tension for him.
He pulled his pants back up, and grabbed toilet paper from the roll holder, wiping his seed off the wall and then flushing the paper. He headed back to his room as if nothing had happened, his thoughts only of Laura.
Just a few hours later, Harry and I were heading into Santos Party House, my hand in his. We headed straight to the dance floor as "Music" by Madonna blasted. It was like we'd been there the whole time as we shook our hips to the beat and he spun me in and out. We were giggling and smiling the entire time we were dancing.
"I love you so much!" he cried over the loud music.
"I love you more, Harry!" I cried back to him, a large grin on my face.
LOUIS'S POV
My phone suddenly went off on my coffee table. The vibration against the glass table scared me half to death. I picked it up to see that Laura had called me back. My heart swelled. So she did care. I picked up. "Hey, babe!" I answered. No response. In the background, I could hear faint music.
What in the fuck was she up to? Was she at a dance club? One, without me. And two, she'd basically lied to me. Said she met with her grandparents. Was she with another guy? I was fuming. But I couldn't follow her because I had no idea where she was even at. I hung up, and sat back on my sofa, dialing Juan instead. Maybe he'd have some answers.
JUAN'S POV
I heard my phone ring. A foreign number was on my screen. Wondering who it was, I picked it up. "Hello, this is Juan, may I ask who's calling?" I said into the phone.
"I know you're with her," a familiar voice hissed on the other line.
"With who? Who is this?" I demanded, my heart beating quickly. This person sounded like bad news. And I didn't want to be a part of it.
"You know exactly who this is, you little fuck," the voice snapped at me. "Where is she?"
"Louis?" I said finally. "Calm down, dude. I'm not with her. I'm at home."
"Don't you fucking lie to me. You don't think I know about your little crush on my girlfriend, huh?" His tone was becoming angrier with each sentence.
"Crush?" I repeated, playing it off as if I was confused. "Louis, stop being so paranoid."
"Don't you call me paranoid!" he barked at me. "I want to know where she is. Now."
"And you're calling me because...?" I sassed right back. "For the last fucking time, I'm not with her, Louis. Believe it or not, it's true."
"I heard dance club music when I called her. She's not at home, obviously." Geez, what an attitude.
"And she's not with me! I don't know where she is. Why don't you ask her?"
"Because she won't call me back! That's some shitty advice you're giving me."
"What the fuck is your problem, man? So she doesn't call you for a day. It's not like she left you."
"She told me she's at her grandparents'. She lied."
"Well, I wish I could help you. I really do. But I have no idea. So goodbye." I pressed the end button, turning my phone off so he wouldn't bother to call me again.
LAURA'S POV
I lay my head on Harry's shoulder as we spun in circles to the slow beat of Maroon 5's "Love Somebody". His hands were wrapped around my waist as he sung along softly in my ear, "I think about you every single day..." His voice was just so beautiful. "I know we're only half way there...but you can take me all the way, you can take me all the way..."
He began to kiss my lower neck, and I moaned quietly. His right hand found itself against my ass, squeezing somewhat hard. "Fuck me," I groaned and he hurried with me to the men's restroom, locking the door and going into the second stall from the sink.
He faced me towards the wall, my hands gripping it as he slid my panties down to my ankles. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down as well. He grabbed my hips, shoving himself inside me. His thrusts were quick and short, slightly rough too. I moaned loudly and he covered my mouth with his hand. "Shhhhh, baby, you gotta be a bit more quiet," he whispered into my ear.
I moaned into his hand this time, trying to keep my tone somewhat silent. He kissed down my back. "Why are you so beautiful?" he said into it. "I could make love to you all day long if you let me."
A knock sounded on the door, startling us both. "Ignore it," he said into my ear, grabbing my hands and squeezing them. Moments later, his hands ventured up my body and pressed themselves against my breasts, caressing my nipples with his fingers.
"Harry, oh, Harry..." I sighed into the wall.
He grunted as he thrusted in and out of me, a clang-clang sort of sound echoing. I could tell he was close, his thrusts becoming slower and slower. "L-Laura!" he cried out.
"Faster," I whimpered as he kissed the back of my neck. His lips then parted and I felt him cum inside me. We both sighed in unison and he pulled out. But I wasn't finished yet as I took his dick into both my hands and begun to jerk him off.
His head fell against my shoulder and he buried his nose in my dress strap. I slid my hands in an up-and-down motion at a steady pace. "You like that, don't you?" I teased him.
"Not as much as you're going to like this," he challenged, then rammed two fingers into me.
I yelped because it had been pretty spontaneous, and also because his fingers were so long. "S-Shit," I stuttered, covering his hand with one of mine and shoving them in deeper. "Harry...rougher..."
He did as I said, and I imitated him. Within moments, we'd both reached our climax again. We lay there for a good two minutes just hugging each other before we got re-dressed. We snuck out of the bathroom and back into the crowd like nothing had happened while they were playing "Radioactive" by Rita Ora.
"Want anything to drink?' he questioned, gesturing to the bar to our right. "It's only..." He stopped talking for a second to check his watch. "11:00pm."
"Get me a margarita, dry, babe?" I kissed his cheek and he leaned against the corner as I took out my phone. 8 missed texts and 5 missed calls from Louis. I was fucked. He was probably asleep due to the fact there was work in the morning...I figured I'd just explain the next day.
Harry came back with my margarita and champagne for himself, taking a sip. "Don't your feet hurt in those heels?" he chuckled, looking at the shoes that adorned my feet.
"Not yet, actually," I giggled, drinking some of my own beverage.
About an hour later, we'd had more than a few drinks. Or at least, I had anyways. "Laura? Laura..." he called, his voice all fuzzy. "Laura!"
The floor was spinning. "Mmmmm, good morning," I mumbled.
"Shit, you're really drunk. We should go." He hooked his left arm around my waist. "Hold onto me, babe, okay?"
"Don't touch me!" I grumbled. "I d-don't k-know you!"
"Yes you do," he laughed, the situation just a bit amusing. "I'm your boyfriend."
"Are we home yet?" I could barely even walk, let alone see. How many margaritas had I had again? "Where are we?"
"We're almost out of the club, that's where we are, love." His grip on me became tighter so I wouldn't fall. "Try to keep your balance." Just as he said that, my heel gave way and I was suddenly falling forward when he caught me. "We're almost there."
We'd just stepped off the sidewalk when he dialed a taxi. "Yeah, hi. We're at..." I held onto him tight, my hearing drifiting off. Just a short time later, a taxi pulled up. He helped me inside. "Please promise you won't drink so much next time?" he whispered into my forehead. "You're a mess, Laura."
"I'm sorry," I sobbed into his shoulder. "Please forgive me?"
"Whoa, why are you crying?" he said softly. "You just overdrank a little. It's okay-"
I grabbed his tie mid-sentence, crushing my lips against his before he could say anymore. Passionately, I moved my lips in tune with his. He kissed me with feeling, holding me so close our heats beat together. Bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum. "You taste like liquor," he joked, tangling his fingers in my hair.
"And you taste like heaven," I told him.
Suddenly, the tears were falling down his cheeks.
"Now why are you crying?" I inquired, grabbing his hand and kissing it.
"Because I've never loved anyone like I love you." His nose was against mine, his breath on my lips. "You're mine, forever and always, right?"
"Forever and always."
Our lips met once more, both of us smiling between kisses. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling. Nothing.