My body is aching intensely. Though I slept comfortably in Harry's arms last night, my body is in pain. Despite the pain, I feel amazing. Last night was indescribable and I've never felt that way before or even been so close to someone like I was with him. He was careful with me; careful but dominate. But I saw his vulnerable side, his soft yet weak parts I thought never existed. I witnessed his most utmost pleasures I was sure I wouldn't be able to cause. It didn't strike me as possible that I could get any closer than I actually was with him, but I did. I felt like, for the first time, we became one.
I woke up on the king sized bed cuddled warmly underneath the blanket on my side. The room smells like Harry which makes a small smile form on my face. I reach my hand out to touch him, but it fell through the air and hit the bed. I open my eyes and lift my head to see his side empty and the smile I created disappeared. The sheets were cold so he must have left a while ago. I wonder where though. I roll on my back and pull my arms out from under the blanket and lie them beside me. I can still feel him on me; his touch and kisses still linger on my numb skin and the more I envision his touch, the more real they become.
I'm interrupted from my thoughts when I hear the front door open. I sit up holding the blanket against myself and hear footsteps against the tile floor. My body aches with every move I make and I'm trying to brush it off. Than it stops. I hear bags crumbling and a paper bag open so I sit up on my knees, still holding the blanket against me to cover my nude body, and wait for the door to open.
"Harry?" I call out and all noises cease. That is Harry, right? "Harry?" I call out again and hear the foot steps again come closer.
The nob of the door turns and it's pushed open, "good morning, babe." Harry smiles walking through the door wearing his normal attire. Did he go home?
"Hi." I beam. I'm so happy to see him I could just jump on my him if I weren't in such pain. My body relaxes and I cross my legs on the bed as he strides over to me. He crawls on beside me and lies down and pulls me down with him. He smells so good and his hair smells like green apples.
"I've missed you." he joins me underneath the blanket and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I intertwine my legs with his and he kisses me.
"I've missed you too. Are your boots still on?" I tilt my head to look at his feet and he smiles.
"Yeah, so what?" it bothers me like crazy when there's shoes on the bed but I don't want to be a pest.
"Nothing," I laugh, "where'd you go?" my fingers twirl his soft and newly washed curls as he rubs my cheek with the back of his index and kisses me before he responds.
"I got breakfast." he tells me looking into my eyes.
He looks so beautiful and happy; I love him so much.
"How are you feeling?" he softy asks lifting strands of hair away from my face.
"Aside from the pain, I feel great." I smile and his brows pull together.
"Pain? Where?"
"Everywhere." I laugh but he remains worried, "it's okay." I say to ease his concern, "I feel amazing." his features relax and the ends of his lips lift in a half smile. His body is somewhat cold, I'm guessing from the weather but his smile is warm. I've seen Harry happy before, I've seen him at his happiest but never like this. It's different, different but unblemished.
He moves himself from me and lies on his side, sitting up on his elbow as he presses the side of his head against his palm to support him. I turn on my back but turn my neck so that I'm facing him and his injured hand cups my face. His warm yet soft thumb slowly traces over my lips as his long lashes beat up and down.
"What?" he's just staring at me and not talking.
"You're the most beautiful person in the world." his plump lips part and he leans into kiss me. I would normally pull him away because I still haven't brushed my teeth, but at this point I honestly don't even care anymore. And if he's kissing me, I'm sure he doesn't either, "last night was," he pauses and pulls his eyebrows together as if he's thinking of how to finish his sentence, "incredible." he grins, "even after I didn't want to stop." he admits laughing lightly through his nose, "did I do a good job?" he smiles revealing his dimples that I admire with all my heart.
"You did, yeah." I laugh at how childishly curious he came off sounding, "it was honestly the best night of my life." right when I said those words, his small smile bloomed into a blissful yet proud and accomplished smile. It revealed his pearl and perfect teeth and I couldn't help but to stare at his exemplary features.
"You looked beautiful under me." he smirks biting his lip and releasing it.
"You looked sexy on top of me." I praise back and he pulls his tongue between his teeth and laughs. He drops his arm that supported his weight and crawls on top of me under the blanket, resting both his elbows beside me so that our chests rubbed together.
"Do I still look sexy?" he asks kissing my chin.
"Very." I say running my fingers through his hair and grabbing a fist full on both hands and pulling him in for a kiss. He starts off gentle, his lips moving in sync with mine blocking the world around me out. Than, as the kiss grows more intense, he picks up his pace. His lips are now moving much faster than mine and his hands move to my ribs. He grips them and with caution he begins to massage them. Knowing that I'm in pain, he's gentle but the kiss is dissimilar.
"I need to shower." I part our lips and he pouts, sighing and kissing my cheek before unwillingly removing himself from on top of me.
"Do you need anything?" he asks pulling himself up to the headboard and leaning against it.
"Towels. Do we have towels?" I pull the blanket off the bed with me and wrap it around my naked body. Harry has seen every single inch of me but I can't help but to feel shy around him. I don't know why though. I know he doesn't want me to cover up around him, he hates when I try to hide myself from him but it's just a natural thing I'm not so comfortable with. I mean, I'm comfortable with Harry, just not with my body. I know it's a stupid thing to say and I know he reminds me every single day how beautiful he thinks I am, but I'm not the thinnest girl or have the most perfect figure and that makes me self conscious, even though it really shouldn't.
I turn my face to give Harry a smile and he pulls his back away from the headboard and grabs the blanket to pull me back, "I hope you're not going to shower with it." he smiles and I turn completely around.
"No, I'll take it off before I go in, obviously."
"Take it off now." he suggests but I decline.
"It's cold."
"I'll carry you." he offers and I know he means it.
"Are you shy?" he seems amused, like he finds it to be cute or adorable that I don't want to expose myself to him even though his body and fingers basically marked me.
"No!" I protest a little too quickly making my lie unbelievable.
"Then give me the blanket." he challenges knowing I actually wouldn't. I stare at him and he bursts out laughing and lifts himself from the bed, "Alee," he shakes his head laughing. He walks around the bed to my side stands in front of me, "drop it." his eyebrows rise as he holds his smile through closed lips, but I refused. I should drop the blanket but I actually like his demanding stance, "do I have to take it from you?" I laugh in response and finally give in. It's no big deal, I need to move passed this insecurity shit and just be naked around him.
"No." I shake my head laughing before dropping the blanket.
"Good." I notice his chest is moving faster and he licks his lips and scans me up and down.
"I'll be back." I peck his lips and walk to the bathroom and I hear him gasp. A weird gasp, actually. I thought it was just because of me being naked but when I reached the bathroom, I heard him following me.
"I need to shower." I smile not turning around or even sure if he was actually behind me. When I step inside the bathroom, I turn to see Harry standing in the door frame, mouth parted and eye brows furrowed together in what looks like disbelief.
"What?" I feel somewhat nervous. Did I do something wrong?
"Come here..." he orders quietly. He looks so stiff what's wrong with him? He impatiently walks to me instead of me to him and he grabs my top arms and turns me around. We stood in front of the mirror and through it, I saw his features twist in regret and his jaw drop.
"Wha--what's wrong?" I stutter stalking him through the mirror.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I didn't kn--" he stops to breath and I feel his fingers trace my back. What the fuck is happening?
"Harry?" I turn around now scared out of my mind and his eyes widen once he looks at my hips. I follow his eyes, only to see myself covered in bruises. Our eyes simultaneously meet and his are holding the strongest guilt and sorrow.
"It's fine, I don't even feel it." I don't want him to feel upset over this. I don't want him feeling any type of emotion besides happy. He bend his knees so that his face is directly across from my stomach and places his hands on my hips to pull me in and kisses my discolored skin.
"Harry," I laugh, "it's fine. I'm fine." I remind him again but he looks up at me with pure undeniable guilt.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was so rough." his voice is little and full of regret. He traces my bruises and the coldness of his fingers cause goosebumps to swarm my body. I cup his face and pull him up, showing my best and genuine smile to assure him that I'm okay and I kiss him.
"Don't worry, it doesn't even hurt. I swear, I'm alright." I wrap my arms around his neck and he looks down at the floor, "Harry," I whisper but he doesn't look at up, "I love you, okay?" he slowly lifts his head and looks into my eyes, studying them making sure what I said wasn't a lie.
"How does it not hurt?" he questions.
"They're not even that deep. You can barely even see them." I'm right, the bruises aren't even that noticeable. It's just a little blue and purple; barely visible, "c'mon, don't be sad." I beg removing my hands around him and sliding the door open to the walk-in-shower to turn the water on to warm.
"You brought break fast, right?" I ask putting my hand under the water to feel how hot or cold it.
"Yeah." he responds.
"Well, set it up so I can eat it when I get out." I smile and he nods.
"Okay." he turns and my smile drops to a frown. He's taking this way too seriously, he did nothing wrong. I know these kinds of things get to him, but it isn't like he did it purposely.
"Wait," I stop him looking around the bathroom spotting the towels, "never mind." I say stepping in the shower and closing the door. I can still see his figure through the blurry glass and I wonder if he's going to stay there or...come in.
"Harry?" I say over the running water.
"Yeah?" his voice echo's.
"Are you alright?" I stand still to hear his answer clearly.
"Yeah. I'll be outside." he finally says after his brief hesitation and I see him walk out.
I grab the soap they provided and stick it in under the water and begin to wash my body. It hurts like hell to even bend down but if I move quick enough I can get this over with. I don't want to wash my hair because drying and styling will take way too long, so I'll just tie it up.
Shit, I don't have a hairband. I'll ask Harry to grab one for me.
"Harry!" I shout out for him and in seconds, I hear the door open.
"You alright?" I see his faint figure come closer as he walks to the door.
"I need a--" I cut myself off and slide the door open so he can hear me and he's already face to face with me.
"You need what?" he asks.
"A hairband. I don't want to wash my hair."
"Yeah, I think I have one." he pats his pockets and sticks his two fingers in his left one and pulls out a black band, "here." I take it from his hands and kiss him.
"Thank you." I smile and slide it shut, but he doesn't move.
"Alee?"
"Yeah?" I reply tying my hair.
"Do you--do you need any help?"
I do, but I don't...but I--I don't know. I don't want to pass down the opportunity to shower with him and I know we won't have sex again because he know's I'm not stable enough to...but why not? I could actually use the help.
"Yeah..." I finally say and slowly slide the door open to stick my head out, "yeah. I do. I need help." he nods understandingly and grabs his shirt from behind his neck and pulls it off.
"Your jewelry is still on, take it off." he tells me. I forgot I had these on, "wait." he slides the door completely open and takes off the bracelet and ring for me, carefully placing it on the counter beside the sink, "turn around." I turn and grab my pony tail and lift the hair as I feel his fingers unhook the necklace and he pulls it away, setting it beside the rest. He takes his boots off and sticks his socks in, than began to unbuckle his belt. I stood watching; taking in his beautiful body I swear, he's like something Michelangelo sculpted. His body is muscular and you can see you muscles through his skin flex as he moves and lifts his arms. His abs are defined and with his tattoo's added, he looks breath taking. My eyes dart to his hands when he pulls his boxer shorts down, exposing himself before me without even a care. He didn't hesitate nor question his actions and he stood before me; bare skinned and mesmerizing. He than processed to take off his splint brace.
"You're not supposed to take it off.." I say.
"I don't have a bag. It's okay." he assures and completely takes it off. His wrist is a bit redder than the other but looks fine. Better than I thought it would. He tosses the object carelessly and smiles at my fascination towards him and joins me. My heart is beating and still even after yesterday, the look of hunger in his eyes always gets me.
We stand with our chest pressed together and he brings his lips to my ear, "turn around." he whispers and I do. He presses his palm against my stomach to back me up more into him and to secure me against his chest and grabs the soap. My mind is clouded and his touch his hypnotizing me. I close my eyes as he backs us under the water. Suddenly, I feel his free hand around my pony tail and he tugs on the band and pulls it. My hair falls between our bodies and he kisses my neck.
"I like it down." his voice is low and thick. He throws it over my opposite shoulder and kisses my blade.
"Harry?" I say and he stops, "didn't you already take a shower?"
He chuckles, "who said I can't take another one?" I respond with a soft giggle as he takes the soap and holds it in the hand that's pressed against my stomach and slowly starts to rub it in cirlces, moving around to my ribs, than my torso; running the soap over my aching but turned on body. He steps back so that the water is only running on me and I watch as the water and soap mix together; completely eliminating the bubbles and white foam off my stomach. I can feel him grow against me and his chest is rising quickly on my back.
"It hurts most here?" he leans into my ear and brings the soap in his hand to the bottom of my torso and I nod unable to speak. The soap slides down and rubs over my senstive part and slides it back up to my breasts; rubbing it in circles. I grab his wrist from the pleasure to hold me and I swear, I'm getting weaker and weaker by the touch. He puts the soap in the slot in the wall, and with his hands he rubs my body, spreading the white foam. His other hand joins him and he grabs my breasts and rubs it.
"Are you okay?" he asks and I nod biting my lip. I don't want him to stop.
His long fingers trail back down, and backs us under the running water again. This time, rubbing me while under it. My back arches against him and he kisses my neck sliding his fingers between my folds; giving throaty moans as my hands grip his wrists tighter.
Then, he stops. He pulls us out from under the water and turns me around and kisses me. I look down and see his erection and the size never fails to shock me. Even looking at it makes my body ache more knowing what it's capable of. He's gentle when he pulls me by my waist to press us together again, and grabs the soap from the slot and rubs my back with it. He then pulls away and stands before me, bending his knees and placing his free hand between my thighs.
"Open, babe." he says and I follow. I spread my legs as much as I could without feeling pain and he begins to rub the soap on my body. His hand is on my hip as the other cleans me. I feel desperate and vulnerable. He know's what he's doing to me. He know's how weak I'm becoming under his touch and because he's such a tease, he's going slow. His damp hair is pushed back and drops of water are falling from the ends of it. The water is falling from his lips and face, hitting the ground like bombs while the smoke from the heat of the water takes over.
He pulls his hands away and places the soap on the floor and gently pushes me under the water. My fingers tangle in his hair as he begins to kiss the bruises again. His tongue glides over my skin and he stops right when I want him the most.
He lifts himself to run both his hands through his hair and I watch his muscle flex and eyes close as the water drops race each other down his wet body. Jesus Christ I'm addicted to him.
"Anywhere else?" he smirks and I bit my lip and shake my head. He leans and turns the water off and slides the door open. I didn't even get to properly wash my hair and my frustration is taking over me. I really wish he didn't stop.
His body drips as he grabs the towel and unfolds it, holding it open with both his hands, "come here." he bobs his head to his direction. I step out and tip toe to him and he wraps the towel around me as I hug myself and he hugs me tightly in his arms. He lets me go to reach for another towel and I frown but turn before he sees.
"I have to wear my dress." I don't have spare clothes and I know I'm going to look weird walking out wearing it.
"Actually," he wraps the towel around his waist, his erection still clearly visible, and opens the door, "come with me, I'll just show you." I follow him out the bathroom and room into the main room of the suite and leads me to the center table, "I didn't want to stop at your house because you weren't with me and your parents would flip shit if I showed up asking for spare clothes, " he explains as he opens the bag, "there are stores down the street so I bought you these to wear, so you don't have to wear your dress." he opens the pink bag and takes out the folded stacked clothes and turns, "just jeans, a sweatshirt because it's a little cold out, and uh...." he turns around looking for something and spots it, "oh, and shoes. I didn't want you walking in your heels so I bought them."
"Harry, that's so sweet of you." I smile walking to him and kissing him. I grab the clothes from his hands to check the jean size and he was right. He's such a sweetheart, I can't believe he went out of his way just to get these for me. I mean, I wouldn't have really minded wearing the dress because we're going home right after this but it was so thoughtful of him.
He walks to the shoe box and opens it, revealing black black moccasins, my favorite shoes.
"I remember you telling me they were your favorite." he smiles taking them out of the box and placing them on top of the clothes. There shoes aren't cheap. To get the good kind, it's almost thirty or forty dollars.
"You didn't have to." I smile and he takes the clothes from my hands and walks to the room.
"It was nothing babe, c'mon and change so we can eat and leave."
Harry places the clothes on the bed and heads to the bathroom to get dressed. I do the same and grab my underwear and bra from the chair Harry placed it on and begin to put them on me. It still hurts having to bend or even move, but I think I'll live. The light blue skinny denim jeans fit perfectly on me and so did the sweater. In big white letters the words "Bad Girl' is written on it and I laugh. He probably picked this out with a huge smile on his face. He has amazing taste actually. He knows my style already and I love how great he is at shopping; for me at least. The moccasins are extremely comfortable and the beige fur inside is soft against my feet.
"You look good." Harry compliments fully dressed while rubbing the towel against his hair.
"Thank you. Where's your brace?" I ask.
"Oh, right." he turns back into the bathroom and I smile. The little things he does make me laugh, even if they aren't funny I can't help but to.
He steps back into the room with his brace on and my jewelry held in his hand, "do you want to put them on?"
"Of course I do."
"Okay." he beams and walks to me. He places it on the bed and grabs my hand to put it on for me.
"I can do it." I laugh and he shakes his head.
"I already started." he hooks the bracelet around my wrist and grabs the necklace from the bed and turns me around. After hooking it, he lifts my hand and holds my finger to put the ring on. He slides it on slowly and kisses my top hand.
"I hope the breakfast didn't get cold." he says styling his hair with his fingers.
"What'd you buy?"
"I made it." he says walking out and my jaw drops. He made me breakfast? How did he even have the time? What time is it anyway?
"You did this?" I say and he nods while chuckling and takes the plates out of the bag. I lean back into the couch and feel something against it.
"Oh, my clutch." I say and Harry turns to look than back at the food. I take my phone out and see that I have five missed calls from my mom. How wonderful. I'll worry about it later.
"You made this?" I ask making sure. He made me breakfast, that's unbelievable.
"Yeah, I had to make up for making you make dinner when I told you I was." he chuckles taking the aluminum foil off the plates, "eggs bacon and hash browns? You like hash browns, right?" he turns to me and I nod, "good."
It was absolutely delicious. You'd think it was made at a restaurant because of how good it was. He should make me breakfast all the time. He really is a great cook just like he said and I would love for him to cook for me everyday. I have no problem with that.
After eating I went back into the room and put my dress and heels in a bag so we could leave.
"You have everything?" he asks pulling his keys out of his pocket and walking to the door.
"Yup." I say after looking around the room to make sure I have all my things.
"Okay, let's go." he opens the door and follows me out. He grabs my hand as we walk to the elevator and I rest my head on his shoulder.
"It was so good." I say for the tenth time and he laughs.
"I'll make you it anytime." he says and we step into the elevator.
"You better." I joke, "are we going home?" I lift my head and wait for the doors to open.
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know." I shrug, "No, actually I don't." I thought about it and I don't want to be away from him. I feel so attached to him, more than I was before. Is that even possible? To be more attached to him? I thought it wasn't. I don't know really, I don't like being away from him. I've always been like that but ever since last night, I don't want him away from me.
A ding interrupts my thoughts and the doors open. We walk hand in hand out of the lobby and down the stairs to the valet and the man brings Harry's car up.
"Thanks, mate." he says tipping him before opening my door. He walks to his side and steps it, turning the ignition on and pulling his belt over his chest as I did the same.
"So where do you want to go?" he wonders and I place the bag in the back seat.
"Hmm, I'm not sure." Just I pull out my phone, my message tone rings and Zayn's name pops up.
"Who is it?"
"Zayn." I hesitate and he nods.
That's weird.
"What's he saying?" he asks keeping his eyes on the road.
"He invited us over for lunch." we look at each other in unison but his features didn't twist in disapproval like they normal would.
"Do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
"He only invited you, or...?"
"Both of us." I tell him and he stops at the red light.
"If you want, sure.' he smiles grabbing my hand and holding it on his lap, "I think if I take that exit it'll take me to his house." he says leaning and looking at the names of the street.
He actually wants to go see him? He flipped out when he showed up at my house and even called me, and now he wants to go to his house? That's really weird but at the same time, relieving. I wonder why though.
"No, we're not going. Actually, no cancel it. Say no." he quickly says and I shake my head with confusion.
"What, why?"
"Ava lives there. I don't have time for bullshit right now." he sounds annoyed.
"He wouldn't invite me over with her there." I assure, "But I'll ask if she is." I text him asking him if she is and he said exactly what I told Harry, "he said no, so it's okay." I say and his shoulders relax.
"Fine." he huffs and averts his attention to the road.
I don't want to think anything weird of his acceptance for going to his house, but it's strange how his feelings changed about it. Maybe he realizes that I only love him and think of Zayn just as a friend and nothing more. Yeah. That's all that it is. I know Harry, and that's exactly what he thought.
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