Happily - One Direction
ISABELLA
Our bodies were a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty sheets. Chase's arm was firm against my torso, holding me close to his chest. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck and the steady beating of his heart. My hand wandered down softly, careful to not wake him, and skim the taunt muscles of his bicep. I was careful to not tickle him, as my fingers glided across the soft blonde hair of his arm.
His grasp on my body grew stronger. He held me even closer to him. I could feel his morning hardness grow behind me, enlightening an excitement inside of me. I try to squirm my body out of his tight hold. A low grumble escapes his lips as he stirs awake.
"Izzy," His voice is deep and raspy. A direct result of waking up. "Stop moving."
I can't help the giggles that flutter out of my mouth. I try to move out of his grasp once more, accidentally adding more pressure to his rising member. A low moan comes from his mouth. "Baby, I'd stop if I were you." I feel his lips smirk against my neck. I don't hold back the grin that spreads across my lips as I rub my backside against him once more. This enlists another moan to escape him, this time growing louder with each movement.
"That's it." With one swift movement, Chase grabs my waist and flips me over so that my back is fully touching the mattress. His hands are on either side of my face, his knees placed firmly by my hips. His body resembles a sit up position straddling me from above. He is carful to not put his weight on me, but my body begins to twitch up, desiring for his touch.
His teeth nip at my neck, leaving wet kisses in it's wake. My fingers find their way to the base of his neck. They tangle in his soft wisps blonde hair. This in turn, enlists a low moan to erupt from his smooth lips. "Baby," he whispers into my skin causing goosebumps to come to the surface.
Chase's next few moves are quick. There's no teasing, no foreplay, just strong thrusts. With each quick movement of his body, I feel my insides clench. My fingers drag along the skin of his back, nails indenting the skin with each harsh movement. "Ella," he breathes out, the new nickname that he had decided to give me last night, saying that he wanted to give me something that made him different from the rest. My heart thumps harder in my chest at the name. Who would have thought I'd love it so much. The way it rolls of his tongue, his accent dragging out the e sound, brings a new wave of pleasure.
"C," I moan.
Our bodies rock together. A rhythm that only our bodies know the tune to. "Come baby. Come for me." He mutters into my ear. His fingers dig into my hips, surely to leave a mark on my porcelain skin.
With each movement of our bodies, we soon reach our highs. His name rolls off my tongue in pure bliss. He stills, his eyes screwed shut and his brows furrowed in ecstasy. "Ella," He moans my name as he comes down.
Chase rolls off of me, but doesn't let go of my sweaty body. He brings me closer to him holding me tight. "Best way to wake up. Ever." He chuckles.
"Morning sex is always the best sex." I conclude. He only smirks in agreement.
I force my body to turn over to the side in a subtle hunt for my long forgotten cell phone. I squeeze out of his firm grasp and bend over the side of the bed, only to earn a light smack on my bum. "You're such a tease." I laugh and roll my eyes not bothering to make a comment back. I successfully find my phone hiding underneath Saturday's clothes.
Chase takes this time to roll out of bed himself and walk over to his bathroom. I subtly watch him, taking in his beautiful physique and rather tight ass. To say that I am not lucky would be a fucking understatement.
I slide open my phone and am surprised to see the amount of missed text message that I've missed. Three texts from HARRY; Two missed calls from JAZ; One text from NAT. I wasn't surprised to see the missed calls from Jaz or Nat. It was the text messages, three to be exact, that I had missed from Harry.
I quickly open the messages handle and click on Harry's name.
"Isabella, have you read Great Gatsby yet? Please tell me that it has rocked your world as much as it should. H."
"I saw an old woman slap a guy for wearing his pants too low. I laughed. H."
"That last text was fucking stupid. Ignore that."
I giggled at his words. My heart fluttered at the randomness of them but brush them off. We were friends. He had made that clear to me. Besides, I was with Chase now.
I couldn't help but wonder if getting into a relationship with Chase was too fast. We only knew each other for two months. Surely that was too fast to get with someone. Right? I mean, I barely knew him. I mean, I know him enough to conclude that he's not an axe murderer or anything like that. I just couldn't shake the uneasy feeling inside of me when I thought about our relationship. Was I starting to regret this?
For the past two days, Chase and I have not left his bedroom. This bed had become our safe haven. We watched movies, laughed, made out, joked around, talked, and of course slept together. The thought of putting on undergarments and clothes seemed almost foreign to me. Being with him this weekend made the idea of having a boyfriend, the reality of it I should say, more delightful. If I knew how fantastic it was to have someone that I could stay in bed with all day and just be together, I would have done this long time ago. (And no, Ty does not count.)
As I'm about to put my phone away, a incoming call comes through. My heart beats a little bit faster as I read the name. HARRY.
"Hello?" My voice is a bit too high pitched to be even remotely considered normal. I cough out the weird nerves that have suddenly overtaken me and start over. "Hey Harry."
I can hear him chuckle on the other line, his raspy voice pouring into phone. "Hey Iz." I curse my hormones for getting remotely worked up by the sound of his voice. I have a damn boyfriend for crying out loud.
"What's up? You don't usually call me at eight in the morning on a Monday." I playfully comment.
"I don't? Hm, maybe I should do that more often. Who doesn't love a good wake up call on this hell of day. Fucking Monday." He chuckles quietly on the other line.
"Why'd you call? I'm glad you called." I admit.
"Why's that?" His voice lifts up slightly at the end.
"So you can explain to me this book. I've tried to read the first chapter so many times but can't seem to figure it out! It's infuriating!"
"Ah, the Great Gatsby. Glad to see you listened to me."
"I'm starting to wish I didn't." I chuckle.
"Babe?" I look up and see Chase standing at the door. His brows are furrowed as he wears a confused expression on his face. "Who are you talking to?" I advert my eyes from his face to his lips and back to his eyes. Do I tell him it's Harry? Judging from their previous interactions, it's probably best to not.
"Just a friend." I say, hoping he'll drop the subject. Luckily, he did.
"Oh okay." His confused scowl turns up into a smile. "I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast. Come over when you're done?" I nod and he smiles at me one more time before turning around and walking out, shutting the door behind him.
"Sorry about that," I say to Harry. I can not help but hope that he did not recognize Chase's voice. But of course, that wasn't the case.
"I see you and bag boy have finally decided to become official. Well isn't that just the bees knees." He sarcastically remarks on the other end. I can't help but feel slightly defensive.
"Don't call him that."
"Well it is what he is, Isabella."
"At least he has a job!" I quickly regret the words that slip out of my mouth. "I'm sorry, that was rude." I apologize, not wanting to start anything with him.
"Whatever," he mutters something else afterwards but is too silent to understand. "You two fuck then?"
"I don't think that's any of your business." I retort, slightly offended by his choice of words. As well as the fact that he would have the nerve to say something like that at all.
"He's a dick, Isabella. You could do much better."
"I'm sure he could say the same thing about you, Harry. If I do recall correctly, all of my friends think you're an ass. Including your brother." I point out.
"Then we won't be friends if that's how you feel." He keeps his voice calm and collect. A complete opposite form the burning agitation that grows inside of me.
"I still want to be your friend." I admit. "Just stop being a fucking asshole."
Harry laughs on the other end. I could even here his smirk. "Whatever you say princess."
"Strike two for the asshole." I joke.
"I take that back then," he chuckles. There is a short amount of silence that lingers between us before he speaks up once again. "Can I see you later?" He asks. His voice slightly hopeful but still remaining cool and mysterious. "Or will your boyfriend mind."
"We're friends. He can't tell me to not hang out with my friends." I state.
"Okay."
"What did you have in mind?"
"There's this old record shop that I wanted to check out. Thought you'd be interested." My ears perk up at the mention of records. As a kid, my dad would collect old records and play them for Natalie and I on my grandfather's old record player. It was one of my favourite memories from my childhood.
"That sounds amazing."
"I figured you'd like that."
"What time?"
He takes a moment to think. The silence short lived before Harry's deep voice is heard once more. "Six? After your shift."
"Okay. It's a frate."
"A frate? What the fuck is a frate." Harry laughs on the other end.
"It's like a friend date. A frate!" I explain as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Are you sure your boyfriend will mind?" He asks. I can imagine the knowing smirk that is plastered on his lips right now.
"We're friends, Harry. It's not a date. A frate."
"You are fucking weird Isabella Maxwell. Why the hell do I want to be your friend again?"
"Because my amazing humor and wit make up for it. Duh!"
"Right."
"I'll see you in a bit? Unless you're not going to the store." I didn't want to sound too smothering. We were only friends after all.
"I'll be there." He says, his voice sounding so confident and sure. I curse the inappropriate butterflies that begin to erupt inside of me as I think about seeing Harry later today. Are you sure Chase is your boyfriend and not Harry? My subconscious remarks. I tell her to be quiet and to go back to bed. It's too early for her smart mouth.
"Okay. Good. I'll, um." I pause, "I'll see you later then." With that I hang up the phone with an excited grin on my lips. I shake my head and get up from Chase's bed.
This day was going to be interesting. I could feel it already.