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#40 Summer of 2017 (Harry Styles)

It was the Summer of 2017. Harry and Ember hadn’t seen each other for three years. Ember didn’t plan to see him either. Not after what he had done to her, but what she didn’t know was that Harry had been trying to locate her. He had spent six months, but no one told him about her because Ember had asked them not to. She didn’t want anything to do with the Harry Styles. He had done enough to end everything between them, and she was finally, getting better. But, the commitment which Ember lost, seeped into Harry and he held on to the thread that attached him to her, trying to strengthen it. He just had to find her. But, when he did, he had not planned to… 

Alexa wanted the book. She wanted it desperately, and she had planned to check all the bookstores present in this small town regardless if Harry planned to accompany her or not. They were out with all their friends with all their friends together, and Harry had made fun of her mention in her ex-boyfriend’s book and, she wanted it. 

Harry had no choice, but to follow her. The second option was climbing the mountain and, he had that planned for the next few days. He had all the excursions, limited as they were, spaced out in the time, he was going to spend here. Doing everything in one day would mean boredom for the next days and, he couldn’t afford that. 

It was the fourth bookstore and the last one here, they had checked out that morning, and it was almost 1 pm now. It was a bigger store than the other ones in the town and, extremely pleasing to the eye. They could hear a guitar playing inside and a guy, and a girl singing some an old ABBA song. They entered the store, Alexa, a little jumpy now, while Harry shook his head and followed her. 

The music got louder, as they sung in an empty bookstore. It was obvious since the population of this town was not a lot. He didn’t want to stop them and, he pulled her into looking the book herself until they finished the song. She had a beautiful voice, a voice he remembered which warmed his heart. But, he didn’t want to think about that. All his efforts had gone to hell and were leading nowhere. 

Alexa started smiling finally, but it was because of the song and not the book, “they are pretty good, aren’t they?” she whispered to him, and he nodded. Harry wondered why the girl wasn’t singing anymore when he heard footsteps. 

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked, and his hand’s stopped. He couldn’t turn. He couldn’t believe it was her voice, and if he turned around and if it wasn’t, he would cry because it was her voice to him. 

“Oh, you guys were singing beautifully! I’m sorry you stopped!” Alexa apologised, and Harry wondered if they should, as customers. 

“Oh, no worries! We only sing on Thursdays, because the owner isn’t here. Friday’s are silent if you plan to sit and read, here. It makes a beautiful place, but it’s singing Thursday today,” She giggled and, Harry knew it was her. He closed his eyes and turned his head to look at her. 

He started with her shoes, she was in flats. Harry knew her like the back of his hand, and his eyes traced up to her legs and that, white dress she was wearing and her hair, black hair, in curls like he remembered, longer than he remembered and, to her lips, her nose, her eyes, it was Ember. His eyes widened to see how she had matured. He body seemed tighter now, fuller even, her lips were a bit plumper and her eyes held the same sparkle they had held in his dreams before they faded away as she saw him. 

In her head, Ember did the same thing. She had seen his pictured online. It was hard not to see him. With his famous haircut and photoshoot and movie debut, he was everywhere. But, her heart beat faster as he stood a few metred away from her. She hadn’t practised her look of seeing him again. She wasn’t prepared to see him again. And he wasn’t either. 

“It’s no problem! You guys are amazing! This town is so small, it’s just lovely hearing some young voices. All we have seen is old or married people everywhere and none our age!” Alexa laughed. Had she forgotten about her book, Harry wondered. His eyes never left her face. He could do so many things now. He had thought about all instances, but none led him to an interaction in a bookstore.

“Ember? Can you handle another Lobo song? I feel it today!” The guy walked up to them, and “oh, oh, umm oh my god. It’s you,” He looked at Harry and, then at Ember. He knew about them. “Hi!” He shook Alexa’s hand. How can I help you?” He smiled, trying to distract her from the way Ember and Harry were staring at each other. “I’ll handle this, why don’t you keep my guitar back?” 

Ember snapped out, and nodded, taking it away from his hand and walking towards the counter. She heard Alexa and Miles interact, as she took deep breaths in. “You’re okay?” Miles came and held her, as she took deep breaths in, trying not to show it on her face and stopping all the tears from coming out. 

“I am okay, I am okay, I am okay. He doesn’t affect me, he doesn’t affect me, he doesn’t affect me.” She chanted as Miles rubbed her shoulders. Harry had not moved from his position. 

“What are you doing there? Come, he said he’s looking for the book!” Alexa pulled him, and he snapped out.  

“Here’s the book, you want to give it?” Miles asked her. Ember nodded, finally controlling herself and giving a big smile, as she took on another role.

“Oh love, we do have the book, but it’s the one in hardcover. The paperback is available too, but we don’t have it,” she apologised to Alexa who stood at the counter. She could feel Harry’s gaze on her, but she completely ignored it. 

Harry was thinking of what he could say. Nothing seemed enough. She wasn’t even looking at him anymore. A ‘hi’ would do? Not after what he did, a ‘hi’ wouldn’t do anything. 

“The hardcover will do! I just really want the book! Searched the entire town for it!” Alexa assured and paid the bill. 

“There you go!” Ember handed the packet to her. Should she anything? No. She had nothing to say. 

“You guys should give me a kiss each as payment!” A voice announced, and all of them turned to look at the door. Percy walked in with packets of food and, Ember and Miles ran to help him. They looked inside the packet, and both kissed his cheek at once. “I wasn’t serious!” Percy wiped his cheeks. Alexa swooned looking at him. He was beautiful, the most handsome man, Alexa had ever seen.

Percy stopped as he took her in. He knew who she was, but she was looking incredibly pretty standing in front of him, “Hello,” He smiled. Ember knew the attraction that instant. She smiled and bit her lip. Harry knew that reaction by Ember. Percy’s eyes shifted to Harry, and he cursed, “Are you okay?” He asked Ember. He knew, too. She nodded. 

“So you guys work and live here in this town?” Alexa asked, looking at Percy. 

“Well, Ember and I work. She is Ember, I am Miles, we love books and singing in bookstores! Percy is too cool to work!” Miles teased. 

“We are on holiday!” Percy casually pointed out. “We are on Uni leave, so we are supposed to be holidaying, but these two just love bookstores and are easily manipulated by old people!” 

“He wanted help! Mr Roland is a very nice man and, he wanted Thursday and Friday morning off, so we volunteered. Percy is too cool to work!” Ember countered as she brought plates for them out. “How long are you guys here?” 

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to see them again. She considered him. “Oh, a couple of weeks. We should meet up!” Alexa replied. 

“Oh, umm,” Percy and Miles shut up. They didn’t want Ember to go through what she had. It took a long time to recover her. 

“Definitely!” Ember replied, and they looked at her,, in shock. “Let me give you Percy’s number since, he plans everything and tell him your plans?” 

“That’ll be great!” Alexa nodded, “If you don’t mind,” She looked at Percy and, he immediately shook his head. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off his girl. Was she his anymore? She wasn’t, but maybe she’ll give him a chance to explain. “Thanks! We will see you guys around then! And, thank you for the book!” She held it tightly, “let’s go, Harry!” her voice made him snap out of his thoughts, and he followed her out. 

“They are lovely, aren’t they?” She asked Harry on her way out. “You didn’t say anything!” 

“Yeah, we’ll meet them again and, I will!” He smiled. 

Ember collasped on her chair. She had to build her walls higher. Her ex-boyfriend of four years was back in town. 

Request here for a Part 2?

I am throwing ideas out there and, I’ll write them depending on the response for each! 

Let me know which one you like! Comments?

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10 minutes into netflix and chill and he gives you this look 😂

“Loving a band with all your heart is something you only understand when it happens to you. On the surface, others can see it as a petty obsession, but they’ll just never know the feeling of putting so much faith into a few people on the other side of the world. It’s hard to explain it to them, the listening to song after song on repeat, the waits for new albums, the excitement and surreal sensation when you finally see them live. They don’t seem to understand why the lyric booklets give you a sense of comfort, or why you paste photos of them all over your bedroom walls. And they can’t understand why one band could matter to you so much. And you think to yourself, ‘Because they saved my life.’ But you say nothing. They wouldn’t understand.”

Happy Six Years, Boys. We will be here for many more to come.

All the love,
Your Girls

Limelight Part Two ~ Harry Styles Smut

Part One

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The second we step foot into his hotel room he is pawing at me like a damn kitten. His kisses are rough, the alcohol now consuming his, what were, loving actions. His tongue presses against mine, slowly licking while his fingers fumble to remove my dress. “Harry,” I breathe, and almost plead, at the same time.

Notalking…” His words come out in a string of growls as he tosses the expensive material to the floor. His mostly tattooed arm swiftly picks me up and I have to wrap myself around him to make sure I’m secure, even though I know I am when I’m with him. I try to throw all the embellished thoughts of Harry and I to the side, ones like he and I making love instead of…this. His chapped lips make a sloppy trail down my neck as he carries my barely covered body over to the bed. I expect him to do what any man does in this state, throw me down on the bed and fuck me like crazy, but not him. He slowly lays me down, his brain now catching up with his heart and he calms his motions down. His breathing is still ragged, his fingers still trembling as he tries to keep calm and focus on me. His tongue laps at my burning hot skin as his fingers slowly make their way down the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and straight into my panties. My eyes go wide at the feeling of his calloused fingers against me. The sensation is unbearable, and almost hard to fight off as I listen to the sweet nothings being whispered into my ear. My heart leaps with excitement that my boy is now here, that even though this is the most intimate thing we’ve done, and that he’s drunk, I’m still excited. I’m still hoping, praying that this boy will wake up tomorrow and see what he needs.

“Oh Harry,” I moan, my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. His eyes trail down my body as one of his long fingers slowly slip inside of me.

“God you are so beautiful.” He keeps his focus on me, his eyes still darkened as the lust flows through his veins. “I’ve waited too damn long for this…”

I try to keep all of my thoughts on the pleasure building up within me, but with that last sentence of his making twenty plus laps through my thoughts, it’s hard to stay focused.

My back arches and my fingers dig deep into the sheets as he curls his finger, pressing right against my g-spot. I let out a long, loud moan and he continues to rub and thrust his finger right against that same spot. Soft pants of profanities and his name come out as I grow closer and closer to my climax. “Such a good girl, baby…” he breathes. Our eyes connect for a brief moment before he crashes his lips onto mine, forcing my mind to draw complete blanks of everything else but him and this moment right now. Slowly, he brings me to my high, my walls clenching tightly around his fingers as I cry out his name in a tremendous amount of pleasure.

I watch his fingers slowly slip in between his beautiful pink lips and he sucks my juices right off his fingers, moaning in the process. My heart races as my gaze connects with his, his eyes hooded and emerald green eyes now darkened. He slowly crawls on top of me, his lips attaching to my neck as he slowly slides inside of me. I gasp at his size, it’s beyond anything that’s been inside of me before.

His pace is slow-sweet, even. It’s like instead of a one night stand, to him I’m something much more. Our soft moans are shared through a passionate kiss that never stops as he proceeds to make love to me. “I love you,” he breathes. Within that moment my heart shattered into little tiny pieces. Did he mean it? Or was I just thinking it all?

Going along with what my heart felt, how I truly felt about him, I simply whispered the three words back to him. He continued to rock his hips harder against mine, pressing right against my g-spot every time and making me cry out in immense pleasure. He would pant my name as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Soft, sweet nothings were exchanged and his fingers slowly intertwined with mine, making this moment perfect. I clenched tightly onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist and my fingers squeezing his own as I reached my high. He slowly followed suite, groaning my name as he released inside of me.

I watched his large figure plop down next to mine. His chest rises and falls rapidly but he still attempts to capture his breath. “Wow,” he breathes. His beautiful eyes connect with mine and I feel as if I’m in a romance novel as he pulls me to cuddle into him. My eyes slowly flutter shut and I feel his eyes still on me as he sings me softly to sleep, where I dream of Harry and I, together at last.

#23 The Best Friend (Harry Styles)

Hello, 

I have been going through a lot and this imagine is almost what happened to me. Instances and situations are changed to a bit but, yeah. 

Give me advice. And, if you feel I’m an idiot, let me know. 

It’s long and mature. I’ll be waiting for your response. 

“This is not working out. We go in circles again and again and again, and it’s emotionally exhausting and, I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel, we should just take some time apart, get to-”

“What? Why?” Harry burst into my room, knocking over the vase, kept on the side table. “Why are we breaking up?” He frowned and held my face in his palms.

“We aren’t…Issy and Michael are…” I giggled, kissing his lips.

“Oh, wow. Oh god. You got me all worried,” he shook his head. “I was like, I just got you back, I can’t…”

“And you aren’t,” I said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, again. This was important for us, I guess. We had gone through so much together and still, chosen each other.

“So, you’re making them break up, again?” He asked. I had a habit of reading out the dialogues of my characters to go through corrections and make it sound as real as possible.

“Yes, it’s getting too much for Issy,” I smiled, combing through his hair.

“Alright, okay. Get back to it. Give them a good end and, come and meet your boyfriend upstairs?” He placed me on my feet and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” I cried, sitting on the floor. He was breaking up with me, and I didn’t know why? Don’t fall in love with your best friend. Because when you break up, you lose more than just your love. And my best friend was breaking up with me and, I didn’t know the reason.

“It’s been too long? Don’t you feel so? Like we have always been together!” He laughed. He was laughing.

“You’re my best friend,” I spoke through my tears.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to, maybe know other people? Know how they are? You know me inside out, and I know you but, we don’t know how anybody else is!” He sat down on my bed.

“Apparently, I don’t since you’re doing this.”

“It’s just a break. Nothing more. We spend some time apart from each other. I’ll go live with Mike and, just get to see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break,” He was saying all this so easily.

“So, you’re basically saying that you don’t want me in your life anymore?” I frowned.

“You’re making it sound dramatic.”

“That’s what you just said!” I screamed.

“Don’t scream. We are just discussing.” I could see his palms turn into a fist.

“We aren’t though. You’re giving me your decision,” I got up from my position. I was allowing myself to be degraded by this man, who I considered my best friend, the love of my life. To only hear that he wants to see life with me not being there.

I picked up a bag and walked up to his dresser collecting my things. I was so stupid. I considered him to always be there. Chose him over others all the time and, now all our friends were the same, our lives were so tangled together, I didn’t realize he could feel claustrophobic. That is how he was feeling. I’m such an idiot. Not worth anything and, he finally, has realized that.

“You don’t have to collect all your stuff. It’s just a break,” He sighed. I could see he was trying to go through his decision.

“But, it’s not. You’re breaking up with me,” I shivered. “Don’t worry, you can be the dumper,” I threw all my books inside the bag and collected a few of my T-shirts, stole one of his. I had my stuff all over his room, I was debating on the ones I’d need in the coming weeks before, I could handle myself.

“It’s a break!” He shouted. “You’re still my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend,” He yelled as I tried to stuff my things in the bag. “You’ll always have that place in my life, you don’t have to take everything!”

“But, that’s it, right? You want that place gone.” I could see the pain and the confusion on his face. But, changing the words, doesn’t make it any nicer. This is what he wants. “What does ‘let’s see life without each other’ mean? You don’t want me in your life and, I’ll disappear.” I tried not breaking down, but my voice has never been good at that.

“You know, your ability of understanding words and people is going down! It’s like you don’t understand anything, at all!”

“What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend just randomly comes and tells me, that we should take a break from each other because we’ve been together too long? Who says that? You want to see different things? When have I stopped you from seeing or doing anything! What have I done to make you feel like this! And that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve had me in every way you can have, and realized you don’t want me anymore. You want to see what else is good, out there? I’m not an option, Harry,” I picked up my bag.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” He rubbed his face. “It’s not about options, at all. I just…you are twisting words. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re an option but, haven’t you ever felt the need of wanting something more?” He questioned. “That maybe there is something worth more, out there?”

It was like a knife running through my chest and, I took a step back. I felt, he realized what he just said. He just engraved the words in me. “That is not what I meant, honey, that is not what I meant!” He tried to hold me.

“I wish you all the best for finding someone who isn’t as worthless as me.” I just shook my head and walked out of his room.

I ran down to my floor and broke down against my door.

It seems like a dream when I type this down, again. But, I question my decision, every day. He did say all that, but he did come back. Or, I got him back. I can’t swallow down the fact that, I was the only one fighting for us. Maybe, he doesn’t want us at all and, I’m just messing with his head. Perhaps, he’ll realize in another month that, I’m not worth it, after all. Am I messing with his head? Should I be trying that hard? I had always been taught to not give up on things and people. Whether it was your old laptop or an old friend, I was taught to fix with all that I have before I gave up. What am I doing?

I kept out his way. It was good that our majors were different. They took place in different buildings and, I found a routine that didn’t collide with his at all. The problem was that he lived a floor above me. I could hear the loud music, the loud laughs, which I was not invited to. I kept my promise. I disappeared from his life. But, it was killing me. The day started with me being happy and confident but, by the evening, I just grew numb.

He was all over the place, though. The photos, the finally single updates for all his friends, I was removed from his life that, I realized that, I didn’t really make any friends. All I had was his, and maybe, they just tolerated me. I never needed them for any emotional talks or things that, actually get you close. I had Harry. But, he was good with people. Stayed connected and I stayed connected through him. That was my first mistake. I wonder where I could have made a difference but, I was honestly, just with my best friend and, that’s how it works, right? I didn’t feel the need of moving away, there was enough space. Different majors, different jobs, I didn’t feel that he felt the need to move away.

But, life goes on. I was made strong. I kept myself groomed up. No one had to know what I was going through. The only person, who can save you, is yourself, and I knew that. I was just not out there like he was.

“You know if you stare that hard on the glass, it will break.”Voice got me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my side, where it came from. “Why don’t we order another one so, it can hold itself?” He was from my English Lit class.

“I’m sorry, I’m Miles…” I shook his hand. “And, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Can I sit?” He asked at the empty chair in front of me. I nodded and sat up straight. “Me Before You…” He said, looking at the book. “You’re a sappy romance kind of person?”

“I’m trying to find it out if I am,” I told him the truth.

“You know, I always saw in your class. You’re very smart but, I wanted to talk to you and, I finally saw you sitting, alone, it took guts, though, to come here!” He laughed, “And, then I found out that, you had a boyfriend who just demoralized me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” It felt weird saying that. “At least, not anymore.”

“Ohh, break up period? Could you tell me when it’s okay to hit on you, though? I’d like to be the first in line.” He stared. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am saying that…”

I laughed, “It’s okay, you’re funny.”

“But, I am serious, too!” He cut me.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

“Another coffee?” He asked, and I nodded.

I finished the chapter and, walked out of my room and walked up to his. I knocked on the door. I always knocked, now. “Hey, baby!” He kissed my lips and pulled me in. His friends were over, used to be my friends, I just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. I didn’t get a Hi when we broke up from them, and that said a lot.

“We are just finishing this project from class, it’s thoroughly annoying!” He laughed.

“Oh, well why don’t you finish and then, give me a call?” I asked.

“Nah, you can sit!” Sara laughed.

I ignored her. “No, really. I have a few people to meet, I’ll do that. Call me.” I pecked his lips and walked out.

I called my friends. I finally, had a few and met them, at the coffee shop.

“Tell Miles to agree with me on Dryden!” Riana screamed as Miles just teased her.

“You have to be open with literature!” He laughed.

“You guys are crazy! Get down from the table,” I laughed and ordered a coffee.

“How is boyfriend?” Miles asked, eyeing me.

“He’s okay…” I laughed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” I laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“He should have been the one who came begging at your feet for forgiveness for all he said and did! I can’t believe…”

“He’s my best friend.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I love him.”

“Then, there is nothing else to say, is there?” He sighed.

It had been three weeks. I was fine for the last two. At least, I was in control. Now, I was all over the place. The wine wasn’t helping either. It was his birthday and, there was a party in his room and, I had never missed one. But, I was supposed to be Miss Invisible, so I was sitting in my room. I had made friends from my major. They were really cool. Kept me up float during the day, The nights slowly killed me, though. The skin that healed during the day was torn again, during the night. And here I was, sitting in his favorite dress but, in my room, with a glass of wine and trying to keep myself together.

The music kept getting louder. I could hear laughs in my corridor. I finished my bottle and started talking to someone online. I suddenly felt the need to fix it between us. The point was that we were at this stage, in this college because of each other. We have reached places, and they have been because of each other and, I can’t just disappear. He might hate me, but he couldn’t keep us on a pause and live life. That’s not how it worked. I fixed myself in the mirror. Trying to look decent to my drunk self and walked up.

I had built my courage before I walked to his door, which was wide open for people to walk in and out. I took a deep breath and walked in. It was so crowded. Some people hugged me. Long times was thrown around while I looked for him. I wish I hadn’t cause there he was sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Sara, it was Sara. She was kissing his chin as he giggled like he did with me and that’s when his eyes met mine.

How could I fix this? He had even found a replacement for me in his life. I was utterly defeated as I took a step back. I walked out of his floor, trying to stop my head from spinning.

“Honey? Wait! Honey!” I heard his voice down the stairs as I tried to fasten my speed and reach my door. I wanted to lock myself up and never come out. I felt his arms around me before I could open the door. He held me in place and, I wasn’t strong enough to struggle. He sighed, resting his against mine. “Oh god…I love you so much,” and then, he kissed me.

I didn’t want to stop this. I was weak enough to want anything, I could have from him. He kissed me against my door for the longest time. I knew we were both under the influence, and maybe, that’s why this was happening.

“Stop, I’m not Sara,” I tried to get away from his arms.

“No, no you’re not. You’re my baby, and I love you,” He took the keys from my hand and opened my door. He switched on the night lamp as he climbed on top of me “God, you’re so beautiful. And, always so sexy in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“It’s my birthday,” He kissed down my neck, down to my chest and pulled down the zip.

“I know.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He sighed against my breasts as he sucked on them. I let him. Was this some last hurrah, I really didn’t care. My heart wanted this, it had been too much.

I let him do whatever he wanted to, and he let me do whatever I wanted. I could never understand us. What we wanted from each other? What we were to each other? But, right now, meant everything.

He held me so close as we were made one. His lips so close to me, as he increased his speed, always knowing how to get me to reach my high. “I’m so close,” He mumbled, knowing I was, too. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he screamed against my neck, as he let go in me. I was covered in his bites, and he was covered in mine.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, against the light from the lamp. Then, he switched it off, cuddling into me.

Waking up, next to him in the morning, felt incredibly normal and then, not. His head rested on my chest as it always did, but, it wasn’t always now. I shifted in my position, trying to get away from him. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to take it.

He woke up from my movement, and I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing my own clothes. “Good morning,” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re up, already.”

“You remember last night?” I asked.

“You don’t?” He said, sitting up.

“I do, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Let’s decide with breakfast?” He asked, trying to pull me back in his arms.

“Breakfast,” I nodded and got dressed.

My phone was ringing for the second time after I had cut his call. I usually, didn’t. Only when I was in class and, he knew I wasn’t. I picked it up. “Hey, where are you?” He asked I could sense the worry in his voice.

“Umm, near the lake. Why?” I asked. I was hanging out with my friend as he was with his.

“With your friends?” He asked, and I hummed a yes. “I’m sorry, I always keep thinking it is back to how it was, and,”

“It isn’t. It can’t be,” I sighed.

“You still love me, right?” He asked.

“Yes, you?”

“I love you with everything I have. I’m an idiot. I know, I am but, don’t let my stupidity and utter immaturity ruin us.” I could feel he was worried. I was not always spending time with him. I knew the difference now. I had a life of my own of which he was a big part but, I did not depend on him. This was my lesson.

“I won’t. I’m just out with people. I’ll be back soon,” I smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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So, this is exactly my state as of now so, tell me what would you have done. Cause, I’m clueless. 

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Here you can tell me

Okay. 

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You Attend The Late Late Show With Him (Request)- Harry Styles

“Love, get out of this bed,” Harry says from above you, pulling the covers away gently from where you held them above your head. He had been dressed and ready for a well half hour, but couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, considering the night you had before.

“H, leave me the hell alone. I’m so exhausted,” you groan, turning over and covering your face with the pillow as your fiancé laughs.

“We’re going to miss the flight, and then the Boys are really going to ream our arses’. They still haven’t given up on the last time,” he says, taking the pillow and turning you over forcibly but gently, climbing on top of you and kissing your lips as your eyes open. “Mm, you awake now?” he asks, lips still red from the night before.

“I guess so, but I might need another to truly wake up,” you smirk, looking up at him from your place on the bed, his shirt just barely covering your panties that you’d slipped on when you went to use the toilet after spending most of the night awake making love to your boyfriend. You thought he was leaving by himself to go to L.A. for The Late Late Show with James Corden, but he had already packed your suitcase and told management you would be joining him. “You know, we spent the whole night up, when we could’ve very well saved some for when we got to the hotel, but no, someone was a bit too excited, if I say so,” you laugh as he leans back down to kiss you, your arms wrapping around his neck, until he starts to tickle your sides, that when you jump out of the bed, swatting his arm and running to get in the shower. 

“We could just sleep on the plane and still have time at the hotel,” he says hurriedly, cursing at himself for not just containing himself a bit more the night before. He quickly makes up the bed, grabbing your suitcases and putting both by your bedroom door. He walks to the mirror, fixing his hair and putting on the rings by his nightstand, fixing his shirt and jeans before going to make you and himself a tiny breakfast.

You quickly get out of the shower, freshly bathed, shaven, and had used Harry’s favourite scent on your body. You pop in front of the bathroom mirror and sink, brushing your teeth and drying your hair with a towel, quickly tying it into a top knot and throwing the towels in the laundry bin. You walk into the wardrobe, putting on a matching hot pink bra and panties set, then throwing on black leggings, a black t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, one that you had stolen from Harry before he left for tour, but it was ironed and nice enough to wear out of the house. You sprayed perfume on yourself, another one of Harry’s favourites, and grab your converse before walking down the stairs to meet Harry in the kitchen. 

“Thanks, baby,” you say, placing a quick kiss to your fiancé’s lips and taking the toast and eggs from his hand. You both eat fairly quick, putting the pan in the sink and checking your carry-on to make sure that phone and computer chargers had been packed, alongside your phones and computer, itself. You hear a car beep outside the house, meaning that Niall had arrived to pick you up and drive all three of you to the aeroport together. Harry sets the house alarm, taking both suitcases behind you, whom carried the carry-on and made sure that the house was locked up afterwards.

“Look who made it on time,” Niall laughs from the driver’s spot, you sitting passenger, Harry insisting that he would sit in the back. Your left hand was laying on your lap and Harry couldn’t help but smile at the diamond sitting on your ring finger. You said yes, and you were going to marry him, and everyday Harry seems happier and happier just knowing that the three letter word was your answer. “Mate, you listening back ‘dere?” Niall asks, looking at Harry from his mirror.

“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Harry asks, drawing his attention back towards his best friend, who had been apparently trying to get his attention for the last few minutes.

“We ‘ave to go straight to ‘de hotel, and ‘den we only have like an hour before we ‘ave to head back to James’ studio,” Niall says, turning his attention back to the road. It was early in London, awfully early, but by the time you arrived in California, it’d be the night and time for another interview.

“Okay. Baby, do you want to just grab a bite to eat in the hotel, or meet up with the Boys at the studio and find something closer to there?” Harry asks, turning his attention towards you as you contemplate your answer. You have this little dimple, not one as deep as his own, but one that is visible and stuck out most when you were concentrating or laughing, and he could see it at this very moment and it made his heart flutter.

“Why don’ we just eat at the hotel, this way we can all leave together and we won’ have to worry about getting back to the studio,” you say, turning your body around and facing Harry. “What’re you smiling about, hmm?” you ask watching as he shrugs but the smile never fades. You grab his hand and squeeze it, before placing a small kiss to the back and letting it go.

“You two make me sick,” Niall says from next you, shaking his head and chuckling as you two both laugh at his commentary. “But if you two could hold on the loving-on-each-other, it’d be great so we can just get on this damn aeroplane.”

You laugh and get out of the car, taking your bag and the carry-on whilst the pilots load the luggage on board and you walk hand-in-hand with Harry to board. Harry sits across from you at first, but just long enough for you to take your phone out and quickly take a picture, before moving over to his side and snuggling against him. “I love you,” you say, taking your phone and editing the picture, readying it for you to post.

“I love you more. But I also love you in my clothes. And you’re wearing my favourite perfume. What’re you trying to do to me, love?” Harry says, head resting against your own, placing a few kisses there and then placing a lingering one on your lips.

“Okay, okay, you two. There are other people on this plane,” Louis jokes from the seat next to you, already putting in earphones and humming the melodies to the new songs off the album.

“What do you think James is goin’ to ask you ‘bout?” you ask, looking up at him and adjusting yourself so you could place your legs in his lap and head on the pillow.

“Probably ‘bout Zayn leaving, the new album, I think he might ask about that “No Control Project” the fans are doing, and possibly us. I know once we posted the pictures about us being engaged, people have been tweeting questions and I’m pretty sure he’ll take some of those,” he says looking down at you whilst drawing circles on the palm of your hand. “Do you wan’ me to answer the questions or just leave it private?” he asks, looking at you intently, waiting for your response. You both had been not completely private with your relationship, but did keep certain aspects away from all to see.

“I mean, we already posted the pictures online, so answering the questions can’t be too bad. Just don’t say too much about the proposal, I mean if it’s asked, you could talk about what you did, but what you said to me I want to be completely private. Your memory and my memory only. It was the best thing you have ever said to me and I want to cherish it all by myself,” you say, leaning back up to kiss him, smiling as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, babe. You don’ even understand. But c’mon, we need sleep before we get there, it’s goin’ to be a long night. And not just because of the reasons you think I’m thinking of,” he smirks, planting a kiss on your forehead before wrapping the blanket across your bodies, and laying his head on yours. You smile and quickly upload the picture to Instagram before closing your phone, cuddling into Harry, and falling asleep.

@Mrs.StylesOfficial: Look at my handsome man. Whatcha doin’ over there, H? #fiancé

***

“Baby, I’m sorry to do this to you, but the plane is landing. We got to get up to go to the hotel,” Harry whispers from beside you. He’d only woken up ten minutes ago when we heard the pilot’s voice on the intercom. He watched you for a few minutes, amazed that this sight was what he has to look forward to for the rest of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “My love, c’mon, we can go eat and then the interview and then go back and sleep,” he says, brushing stray hairs that had gotten loose from your bun, away from your face.

“Ugh,” you groan, wiping your face and opening your eyes, adjusting to the darker surroundings that you had arrived in. “I want a pizza,” you say, wrapping your arms back around his waist, trying to wake yourself up, and his cologne was surely doing the trick. It was your absolute favourite and got it for him every year, both as a selfish gift and non-selfish because you both completely loved it.

“Okay, babe, I’m sure I can arrange that,” he chuckles, rubbing circles on your back as he pulls his phone back out of his pocket, checking his mentions on both Instagram and Twitter, smiling at the new post you had uploaded whilst he was sleeping. He quickly responds to Twitter and leans back over to you. You had managed to get up from your seat and grab your carry-on and backpack. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing you multiple times before you could respond.

“I love you, too. Where’d that come from?” you giggle.

“I can’t just tell you that I love you?” he asks, hand interlocking yours as he hears the wheels meet the road beneath the plane.

“You can. Always. I love hearing you say it,” you say, leaning in to kiss him.

“I love to say it. But I also see that you changed your name already,” he smiles. You swear that the minute you said yes to his proposal, anytime you would speak his smile would grow larger and larger.

“I did, I did. You know we are getting married in six months, I think it’s time,” you laugh, standing up from your seat and grabbing Harry’ hand to interlock your fingers and you walk off the plane and into the car that waited to bring you all to the hotel.

The ride was quick compared to the 14-hour long plane trip. Once you got checked in to the hotel, everyone dispersed to their own rooms to drop off luggage and then went to wherever they wanted for the remaining hour-and-a-half before the car came back to take the crew to the studio. You and Harry stayed in the room, ordering a pizza, ready to just relax for the time you had.

You were laying on the bed, hands on your stomach as an unknown program played on the TV. Harry climbed on the bed, leaning over to turn the box off, and then pulled you to the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply, running his hands down your sides as you hands attached themselves in his hair. He moaned as you pulled lightly on the hair, creating a massaging sensation, and as soon as he pulled off you shirt, already leaving love bites on your neck, there was a knock on the door, signalling the arrival of your food.

“Fuck,” he whispers whilst climbing off of you, “Stay right there.” He finds his wallet on the dresser, grabbing twenty dollars out. He opens the door, says ‘thank you’ to the delivery man, pays him, and shuts the door as fast as he possibly can. He walks back over to you, climbing back on top, kissing you again. “Killed the mood, didn’t it?” he says as you giggle from underneath him.

“Yeah, little bit,” you laugh, getting up, pushing Harry onto his bum as you pull your t-shirt back on. “Later, baby. Later on, when we get back, no one will interrupt us. Okay?” you say, giving him a quick kiss before going to eat the pizza that had just arrived.

You two made your way downstairs just in time to meet with the rest of the band and avoid any embarrassment. The car pulled up a few minutes after you all had gathered together, and everyone piled in, ready to just arrive at the studio. “I’m surprised we didn’t have to come up and get you,” Liam says, laughing alongside the other two members.

“Oh shut up, Liam,” Harry chuckles, knowing that that is exactly what happened the last time. 

As soon as you and Harry had your first time together on your one-year anniversary three years ago, it has been quite hard to keep your hands off each other. Especially on one occasion where Harry was almost late for sound check because you both had stayed at the hotel for a bit too long.

“C’mon, Liam, leave us alone for one night?” you ask, pretending to pout for a minute, and then everyone is laughing. The rest of the time was spent discussing bits of your wedding that is set in stone and fully prepared, and what else needed to be done in order to be ready for the wedding in November. 

In a mere ten minutes, the whole entourage was being ushered into the studio, the Boys going to meet James backstage whilst you, Lou, and Sophia stand around by the side where you would watch the show.

“There’s the better half,” James says, walking over to give you a hug.

“How’s it going, Cordo?” you ask after giggling, feeling Harry come up and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m well, and you? The wedding’s coming up soon, yeah? November, right?” he asks, taking a sip from his mug.

“Yeah, we only have a bit left before we’re done planning, as well,” you add, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek quickly, feeling his smile grow as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

You and James talk a bit more until he’s being called out, in order for him to start the show and introduce the Boys. You and the girls watch from the side, listening to the men talk about their fans and the new “No Control Project” and you swear you can see all of their faces light up. There are questions about Zayn and how the tension is between the five, quickly dismissing any rumours that there was fighting continuing, and other nonsense. But towards the end you hear James say your name, and you look over to see Harry’s smile grow as big as possible. 

“Harry, we’ve seen that you have a bride-to-be, if I’m correct?” James says, leaning forward to speak directly to your fiancé.

“You are, James,” he says coolly, trying not to let himself burst with every detail that he would like to share, just not particularly on camera.

“I’ve met your missus, she’s quite lovely,” James says, flipping through note cards, assumingly the ones that have his questions.

“Y/N is wonderful, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, besides One Direction,” he says, seeing a picture of you and him from Instagram appear on the screen.

“I have a few questions here from fans, and I am going to ask the more vague ones, this way you don’ have to give anything away that you don’ want to, okay?” James asks, looking intently at Harry waiting for his nod of approval. As soon as Harry nods his head, James starts to ask the questions. “When is the wedding exactly?”

“The wedding is the 16 of December. The day we met three years ago,” Harry answers, taking a quick peek at you on the side, mouthing ‘I love you’ before answering the next questions.

“Okay, here are two. How did you propose? And, I want to know, have you thought of letting me be the best man?” James asks, and Liam, Louis, and Niall shake their heads, laughing quietly.

“Well, Y/N and I don’t want to reveal too much about the proposal, but basically I did it when we were in a bit of a rift. She had no idea and the best part was that she was mildly irritated at me when I did it,” Harry says laughing. “My sister actually helped me pick out the ring, because her and Y/N are best friends and she knew what she wanted. I already had an idea, but that really helped. And for the second questions, no. I already have my best men.”

“Really? Are you sure? I would make a great best man,” James says, earning laughs from everyone in the room.

Harry just shakes his head, waiting for the final question to follow suit.

“Did you ever think that maybe you two were too young to get married right now, I mean you’re both in your twenties,” James says, sitting back in his seat and drinking from his mug.

“No, not at all. We love each other, and the people who love us, support our decisions completely,” Harry says, smiling and finishing the interview before walking off stage and sneaking up behind you, and hugging you tight.

“Hi, baby. You did great up there,” you say, leaning up to kiss him, your arms locking around his neck loosely.

“All because you were here,” he says, kissing you back, foreheads resting against each other. 

You had finished UNI within the first year of you and Harry dating, so ever since then you’d been on the road with the team. Management paid you in bits to just keep everything in check, seeing as though you basically acted like a mum to the group, even with Liam being the responsible one. It was really nice being able to spend time on the road with Harry and not have to be away for a long time.

“Alright you two, are going to come back to the hotel with us or not?” Louis asks, looking behind waiting for you to follow.

“Yes, yes, hold on,” Harry says, taking your hand and guiding you out to the car. The ride seems shorter back to the hotel and as soon as you were let out, both you and Harry walked straight up to your hotel room. 

You unlocked the door, feeling Harry push you in lightly, closing the door behind him and locking it. You quickly take off your sweatshirt and shoes, giggling when you feel Harry pull you up close to him.

“What do you want from me, mister? Is it was I think it is, hmm?” you ask, leaning up against his ear and kissing down his jaw and near his lips, but never touching your mouth to his.

“You know what I want, missus. Now stop teasing me,” he whines, grabbing your cheeks gently and connecting your lips to his. You two strip of your clothing and fall on the bed, spending the night professing your love to each other in more way than one.

***

“You know, I know we say it, but I can’t describe how happy you make me,” you whisper, fingers tracing the butterfly on his abdomen lightly.

“And I know I say it quite often, but I am so in love with you, that I can hear you breathe in the morning and I feel like I fall more in love with you,” he says, the pads of his fingers resting lights on your bare back. 

He’s so in love with not only you, but this moment. You’re both lying underneath the blanket, bare from making love just hours before, and now you’re professing your love for one another in whispers, as if you want no one else in the world to know why you are so deeply in love with each other.

The wedding was not too far off, and he couldn’t wait for moment where, this, right here, would become his forever.


Hello, darlings.

Here is another request. I am trying to get as many as I can done before I go to dance later on, and then once I get back, I will finish up.

Feel free to send in requests and I will respond back as soon as I can.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

#16 Dancing Figures (Harry Styles One Shot)

An Idea. Don’t know if it works. 

“That’s what dance is,” he said, “you need to express your story through your body,” he went on explaining what he felt a good story was and how our body was capable of narrating it. “I plan to divide you, partners! Yes! Partners selected by me!“ 

This was a headache, to be paired up with a stranger randomly selected by him, how could one get comfortable? "Harry and Fiona!” He screamed, excitement pouring out of him.

 I looked around for this Harry and found him standing in a corner, his arms around the waist of some other dancer. Great! He has a girlfriend! This makes it all the more difficult. “Hello?” I called, “Hi, I’m Fiona…” I put my hand forward for a handshake. 

They scanned me top to bottom, “best of luck, baby,” she laughed and kissed his cheek, walking away. I scoffed, what the hell! I was a professional dancer. We all were, and we were here for technical training that all the best dancers went to every year. I was no amateur.

 "So, you dance?“ He asked but, it didn’t feel like a question.

 "No, I bake,” I replied, sarcastically.

 "Clearly,“ he smirked, "it shows.”

 "Excuse me!“ I folded my hands. Who the hell did he think he was! I was not fat, I was not skinny, no. It was a personal decision. Orient like the idea of being skinny. I wanted a little weight on my body; I like the curves I had. 

"Well, let’s just say I’m lucky I work out,” he flexed his muscles, and I just scowled. He was handsome; one had to give him that. Hair tied in a bun, his eyes bright and big and his jaw line was perfect. Stop checking him out! He is calling you fat. 

“We can change partners, you know. You don’t have to dance with me,” I shook my head. “Don’t bother, I’ll go and tell him,”

 "Ha! He won’t change, are you here for the first time? We are stuck together,“ he rolled his eyes. 

"C'mon C'mon, come together all you partners,” the instructor called out.

 I huffed and went to stand in lines with our partners. “You guys, I have all of the hope with each one of you! In the next two days, I want you guys to prepare a short piece and present it!” He clapped his hands and dismissed us. Two days? I knew this workshop was hectic but, two days to get to know your partner and set a schedule. 

“So, do these partners change or remain for the whole month this workshop stays?” I asked one of the helpers. 

“Oh no, the same partners remain for the entire time you’re here,” she smiled. 

“Perfect,” I huffed, and I was stuck with a cruel one. 

I walked up to Harry to ask how he planned to work together and found him sucking the face of the same girl. I waited and waited but, finally called him out. “Hello, I’m sorry I don’t mean to disturb you but, could we schedule our next meeting?”

 He huffed and then, kissed that girls neck while I stood there looking all around as this kept getting awkward. “Tomorrow, 6 a.m.” I nodded and rushed out of there. 

— 

“What the hell!” I pulled my hair. I had been sitting here for the past 3 hours! I was here at 5:30 so that’s three and half hours now. Harry was nowhere to be seen or found, and I didn’t know that girls name he was stuck to either. 

I packed my stuff and walked out of the practice area given to us. This experience would be so bad; I could feel it. I walked to the lake just quietly sitting beside the water when I saw Harry exit the building we all were staying at. I didn’t call him. There was no use of calling somebody who had no respect for others.

“What are you doing here?” I heard his voice. He was standing behind me.

 "Are you blind?“ 

"Get up, we have to practice,” he ordered.

 "We had to practice. You are now 5 hours late,“ I said looking at my watch. "So, don’t bother, I will dance alone if he doesn’t change my partner now.”

 "Who do you think you are? We all are professional dancers here, he won’t favor you,“ he laughed, sarcastically. "We have two days to set this dance, can we get to it?”

 I stared at him with shock evident on my face. He didn’t even apologize for being late. “I’m not dancing with you, Harry.” I walked away from him and went to the cafeteria to get some food. I sat down in a corner with my sandwich and coffee and finally enjoyed my breakfast. It was strange to see people sit alone or with their partners here. I was told that no one came here to make friends. The competition was that brutal. The only one you could trust was your partner. Well, my partners a gone case now. 

I was engrossed in my book when I saw a plate slammed in front of me. Harry sat down and took a bite of his roll, not meeting my eyes. “What?” He finally, said. “We can only be with our partners, at least, that’s what is advised to us." 

"What happened to your girlfriend?” I asked.

 "Not my girlfriend. We were messing around,“ I raised my eyebrow. "What? People do that, and she said, that I was distracting her with the amazing sex and is now, stuck to her partner." 

"And, you’re unfortunately stuck to yours?” I sighed. 

“Well, I read your portfolio. I don’t see any reason I am unfortunate,” he explained. 

“I thought you hated me,”

 "That’s how I am, why do you think you’re special?“ He smirked. "Anyway, I want to be the best here. Let’s face it, I’m the best here and in our profession we have to keep proving that. You aren’t bad either, from what I saw, you’re better than the rest. I apologize I was late today but, if you’re done being mad, we should get to work.” He said in a commanding voice. His voice was so deep and husky.

 "Okay, Mr. I’m the best. If you think of yourself to be the best, you should know that the first element of dance is to give respect. You were very disrespectful today, and frankly still are. If this is going to work in anyway,“ I gestured between us, "you need to feed it in your pretty little brain that we are equals.” I said, getting up.

 "You called me pretty.“ He smirked.

 "I called you little,” I retorted and walked away.

 —

 "How about you move around to the left and then, wrap your legs around me while we turn to put us in motion for the lift?“ He asked. This was so strange. He was a completely different person while dancing. My heart was developing a little crush on him; he was that nice. And then, he shifted to being an asshole as soon as it was over.

 We presented our performance and was a part of the five best choreographers. It felt so amazing. Harry actually, was the best here. It was something I paid attention, too. 

Another thing, I felt conscious about was my weight. Before coming here, I was perfectly okay with it. I was well toned. Just not skinny but, all the other dancers were, and it made me feel uncomfortable. It was bad because the first time I met Harry, he insulted me too. The only person I could confide in had made fun of me. I heard girls whispering and laughing about it too. 

Was it a wrong decision? Should I reduce my weight? I questioned myself as I stood in front of the mirror.

 "What are you doing?” Harry asked as he walked in the studio. We had a week to set a contemporary piece. 

“Nothing,” I mumbled. 

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?” He asked, frowning. 

“Skipped it. Planning to lose a few pounds,” I laughed. 

“You’re kidding right?” He stood up. He was serious.

“Well no, have you looked at the dancers here?” I laughed. 

“You know one thing that makes you different from these people is that you have these curves which look so fabulous and sexy when you dance, it compliments your style. A man can imagine the things he’ll hold on too,” he wrapped his arms around my waist, getting me ready for a lift, picking my leg up and bending my body which made me hold on to him. “You’re so beautiful, and that’s only because you don’t have bones pointing out. No shame to that but, this suits you so, stop over analyzing. You’re here to be better than the rest and not change yourself.” We finished the formation, and he landed me in my feel. Eyes were holding on to each other.

“Thank you…” I whispered. 

“Let’s get you something to eat,” he smirked and pulled me out of the studio.

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#15 Missing (Harry Styles)

This is different, maybe? Tell me if you like it?

“Where can I find her? Hello? Hello?” I screamed on the phone. I had been screaming on the phone for so long with no information coming from anyone. It was like she never existed. I tried all the numbers in my contact list which could lead me to her, “Hello Rachel? This is Harry, hey! How are you?”

“If you’re asking me about Airy, I don’t know where she is…”

“Please Rachel, it’s been a week. She couldn’t stay without talking to me for a few hours: it’s been a week now! I can’t find her anywhere!” I cried on the phone.

“Harry, just forget her. She wasn’t worth you anyway…”

“You know what? If you find out something, let me know. Thank you,” I cut the call. I didn’t want anybody telling me to stop looking for her. I went through her stuff at my house, trying to find an address, a phone number, anything that will connect me to her.  

What have I done? She could be sitting between my legs right now, in my arms; her back leaned on my chest, reading a book. It could have all been fine but, I had to go and ruin it. I tried her number again.

The number you are dialling has been switched off. Please leave a voice message or try again later.

“FUCKING HELL!” I threw my phone. I picked up her t-shirt holding it close, just wondering where it all went wrong.

“Harry! Harry! Look I’ve had enough, I’m not asking for too much,” Aria screamed pushing the door open.

“Why don’t you understand a simple thing, I have to go for this!” Harry screamed back. That’s all they did these days.

“Why today? Like any other day would do, I need you today!” She cried.

“Oh for god sake, get over it. You aren’t a little girl anymore!” He was so annoyed at her. He knew that her dog died last year, today. He had been with her for 14 years, and Aria was incredibly attached to him. This party was important to Harry. He had already paid for it. “You can’t mop around for your dog your whole life!” He screamed at her.

She shut up after that. Left the room and sat in a corner. This seemed to annoy him more, and he banged the main door before leaving the house.

“Do you think Maria would like this?” Aria asked for the tenth time. She was shopping for his family. Meeting them after so long, she wanted to buy something for everyone.

“Yes.” He replied and went back to texting on his phone. Aria often wondered who she did this for. She had no family, and she valued his so much. The last four years with him, she remembered every birthday, reminded him of every date, she knew how important family was. After her mother had passed away a few years ago, she was left alone, and she attached herself to Harry’s family, thinking someone would care if she went missing. But, recently, Harry had been so distracted. Annoyed, irritated, angry and she didn’t know why.

“I think, we should finalise this watch for Matthew and that one for John,” She asked him.

“Whatever, yeah sure,” Harry spoke, irritated as his attention was constantly shifting from the interesting conversation he was having on his phone.

Aria sighed and asked the cashier to pack everything.

Harry huffed picking up all the things from the car and then dumped them on the sofa. Little actions were breaking her heart, and she didn’t know what it was that she was doing wrong. Over dinner, she explained all the gifts to Harry; he was being hardly interested. “You know, I was wondering why don’t you go alone, this time. I have some work to handle here, and you know, all the gifts so…”

“Wait, so we wasted three hours shopping for the gifts which you won’t be giving yourself? Like what the hell!” Harry stared at her; disgust laced in his voice and his eyes.

“I was saying…”

“You know, it’s fine! Don’t come. Nobody likes you and your horrible gifts there anyway.” He got up from the table and dumped his plate in the dishwasher.

Aria could never ask if he meant what he said that day. All she knew was it broke her heart into tiny pieces, and he walked all over it.

It wasn’t always bad in their relationship. There were days when he would kiss like she was his world and hug her like he’ll never let her go. Sex was amazing too. He was so loving to her that all he did just vanished and the love she felt for him remained.

But, those days were scarce now. She sat near the window as he texted her about their cancelled dinners and late nights. About parties where she never went to and friends now, she didn’t know: she was a stranger in the person’s life she considered her family and she didn’t know what to do. She loved talking to him, texted him almost every few hours. She loved talking in general. She thought he loved that about her. He loved how she could make an interesting story about everything and how she told him everything. Now, she wondered if all she thought was wrong.

“I don’t want to know about it, Aria!” He screamed. Why was he screaming? She was just telling him about the old lady she met on the way, just like she told him about other things. “Can’t you see I’m texting? Can’t you see that I have more things to do in my life than listen to you!” He was so mean. Why was he so mean?

It had gotten worse after the last Saturday party they went to: She had slapped his friend. She was making fun of her. She was taking it in good humor but, she went too far. She took it too far, and Aria couldn’t control herself, “Do you think all your family is dead because of how intolerable you are,” She had laughed.  What sort of humor was this? She didn’t understand it. Harry had called her an embarrassment that night.

“Hello? This is Harry Styles. I was wondering if you’ve any information on Aria?” I called her office again.

“No Sir. We have no information on her,” The person replied.

He didn’t know where to look now. In the last week and a half now, he had looked all the places she could go too. Aria was connected to small things, to little things she found a memory in, and Harry made a list of everything. He was a mess; he knew he had been rude to her, mean, horrible but, he didn’t expect to come to an empty house. It was so eerie as he stepped inside. The entire apartment was clean, everything was in its place, even her study which was always covered in books was organised. His clothes, her clothes were stacked properly, the washrooms, the kitchen, it was all clean, and when he called out for her, her voice never came.

It didn’t come in the next few hours either. He got worried, he called everywhere, her office mentioned she was on leave for the next few weeks, and that was it. Her friends, few as they were, had no information about her. He quickly realized how connected her life was to his. She considered his friends hers, they shared the house; she connected herself with his family, she had nobody else.

“Harry, you should eat something,” Alexia kept a plate in front him. “You have to eat now; it’s not healthy otherwise.

“Eat your dinner, Harry! This irregular routine of yours is not healthy at all!” She used to scold him when he worked too late and forgot to eat. She used to make especially something fresh, his favorite mostly and feed him.

“I can’t find her anywhere…” I mumbled to Alexia.

“We’ll find her, eat now,” She said.

“You think, we should file a missing person report? You’re an officer, tell me?” I asked, my voice made the desperation evident.

“It won’t work, Harry. She has taken leave from her office. They can say; she wanted to be away from you and not consider it. I can’t track her phone cause it’s switched off but, as soon as it comes online again, we’ll find her,” She explained.

“But, she can’t remain without…”

“Talking to you, yes I know, Harry,” Alexia sighed. I kept dialling her number again and again, till my eyes were closed.

Why was he so mean to her? Harry couldn’t explain it. They were always around each other and somehow, he got annoyed by her presence. He loved her, yes he did but, he didn’t know what he was expecting from her, either. She was perfect for him, they moved with each other, synchronised and he didn’t like it anymore. He was now, liking those girls he talked to on his phone who had no care in the world. How could he not like the care she had for him? It was a phase; he wasn’t taking it too well.

For Aria, every rude comment, every time he was mean to her, crushed her heart. It was piling up, and she was cursing herself as her mind looked for options which didn’t include Harry. Her dog was special to her; it was her family. She thought Harry understood this aspect. She kept thinking it was a phase but, it got too much for her. Her dad wasn’t like this to her mom. He had loved her till he closed his eyes. Her mom had loved her too. She didn’t understand this sort of love.

Aria kept thinking if she gave her best to him, he would come around. She had nothing without him. It was stupid of her, but she had religiously made her life around him. He disappeared for days, came back giving her no explanation, just asking her to give him space. Space, what was space? She wasn’t on his head. They led different lives at work. He forgot anniversaries, promised dates, her birthday, her moms birthday, and all this while she gulped her tears and cut the cake alone. He will come around.

It was until a co-worker advised her to take a holiday without him. Like he did to her, just disappear, and she took the advice. Didn’t go a holiday but, shifted to a hotel. For the first three days, nothing happened. He didn’t even try to contact her. She followed him and found him living at his friend’s house for a while. That girl was beautiful and, couldn’t help feel heartbroken and jealous. But, she knew Harry wouldn’t cheat on her. He wouldn’t do the same what happened to his Mom. But, it was too much pressure on her heart, and she walked away, taking a break.

I jumped up straight when my phone rang, “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Harry?” A squeaky male voice spoke from the other end.

“Yes, this is he,” I replied.

“Mr. Harry, I’m the owner of Princely Motels, and we found a girl’s body in one of our room. She is a guest here but, she was unconscious,” He spoke.

“WHERE IS SHE?” I shouted, pulling my hair.

“Well, Mr. Harry we found her unconscious, so we transferred her to the hospital. You see, my maids found it fishy when no one walked out of her room for days, and we broke in. She is in the hosp-“ He gave me the address, and I rushed out of my house to reach my baby.

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Johannesburg Is A Special Place (Part One)- Niall Horan

“Niall, stop,” you giggle, he lifts you up, wrapping his arms under your knees and by your back, your arms immediately draping around his neck. “What’re you trying to do, mister? Is it what I think it is?” you hum, speech slightly slurred from the champagne that had been served to you and eyebrows raising towards the crease in your forehead. You nudge your head into his neck and breathe deeply, his cologne still lingering on his body, with a touch of champagne.

You were married. After one year of dating and one year of planning, the day had finally arrived. The day ran much smoother than you had ever imagined, believing there would be some sort of difficulty along the road, like Penny would cry about being the flower girl or Theo would whine about holding the rings, or one of bridesmaids or groomsmen would be late, but nothing of the sort happened for the ceremony. The reception was exactly the way you planned it, not a glitch in sight. The cake looked amazing, as if it came straight from a magazine. The speeches were minimally embarrassing, the Boys speeches more suggestive than you would’ve liked, but you loved the three no matter what. Zayn and Perrie were there, but you had grown quite distant from the two, both you and Niall making a decision to let the other lads give speeches alone. Your first dance as husband and wife brought tears to your eyes. You had picked your song, Niall firmly agreeing to your choice, not just because his band sang it, but because it was for you. That was your song. And you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You were so utterly amazed by your wedding, and you knew that the lack of minor issues was most likely the work of Niall. The whole planning time, Niall insisted that he would make sure it was the best day of your life. He wanted to make you happy. And as long as you were happy, he would be happy, too. You always said it didn’t matter, but he knew you wanted this. A wedding with all your friends and family. A flower girl and a ring bearer. Bridesmaids and groomsmen. A first dance for everyone to witness. A piece of cake that was supposed to be shared but would more than likely being smashed in each other’s faces. That’s what you wanted. And you knew Niall wanted it, too.

Secretly, Niall was more excited for the honeymoon. Not just because of the sex, because he was ecstatic for that, but he would be alone with you. Completely and utterly alone. You two would be in a secluded area, just the two of you for two weeks, left to explore and just take in one another in a different way. You’re married. And every moment now will be with one another. You’ll move to a new home, start a family, maybe get a dog (because both you and Niall wanted one), and be one another’s best friend. He was so excited to start a family with you. He could picture you pregnant and walking around backstage at a concert, tummy protruding through the shirt that you had most likely stolen from him, refusing to wear maternity clothes. He’d be at every ultrasound, hear every heartbeat. He wanted to be their protector and do everything in his power to make them happy.

“I’m carrying my lovely wife through the threshold,” Niall chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips one he steps through the door, kicking it shut with his foot. Once he hears the door click, he gently puts you down, letting his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you as close to him as possible. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I love you a lot. We’re married, Mister,” you smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, a kiss quickly escalating to have your hands around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up as close to him as possible.

“We are, Missus. I love you so damn much. And even though I think you looked absolutely beautiful in this dress, I would love to see you out of it,” he smirks, pressing kisses to your jaw as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, trying to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks. To this day, anything remotely suggestive or sensual made your cheeks tinge pink.

“Then do something about it,” you smile, leaning back up to kiss him as you feel his hands travel upwards, slowly undoing the clip at the top, and unzipping the dress painfully slow, leaving your hands to rest on his cheeks, then falling to his shoulders once you felt the motion stop, in latching your lips and hearing Niall inhale sharply, you look up to his eyes, the blue turning a dark grey with lust for you, and you couldn’t have felt anymore need for him than you did at that moment. “What’re you thinking?”

“No bra?” he smiles down at you, a blush rising on his own cheeks as he feels himself harden in his trousers.

“Didn’t need it, built in the dress,” you add, a smirk firm on your lips as you watch him draw a breath and swallow it down. “Wait here, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Before Niall could object to you leaving, you had already scurried into the bathroom, leaving Niall alone and the bed empty. He walks over, pulling his trousers off, leaving the briefs on, and taking off his suit top as fast as he could, becoming hotter by the second by just the thought of you.

“Close your eyes,” you say, opening the bathroom door a crack just to see what he was doing. As soon as you saw his eyes closed, you step out, shutting the door quietly and padding over to where Niall was sitting at the edge of the bed. You lay your hands on his shoulders, nudging yourself in between his thighs, smiling as his large hands took hold of your hips, drawing you closer as you place a kiss on his lips. “You can open your eyes now, baby.”

“Jesus, baby,” Niall hisses, smiling as he sees you giggle at his reaction. You had a shirt made that had Horan written across the chest, and the date underneath. Your thighs were barely covered and the white, lace thong you were wearing was in clear sight, Niall was taking his time to admire every single part of your body he could see. “You are so sexy. I love you so much,” he whispers, pushing you forward a bit so he could stand up, a feverish and lustful kiss planted on your lips in an instant, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth, champagne you had only a bit before still lingering in your breath. His hands fall to your thighs, squeezing both enough to make you jump up on him, your hands tightening around his neck immediately, bodies exchanging heat as you kiss, your husband’s hands holding you tight against your bum.

“Baby, we don’ave time. We ‘ave to leave for the aeroport in a half hour,” you whine, hearing the alarm ring on your phone, a reminder for when you were about to leave for you honeymoon.

“We do ‘ave time for somethin’ else ‘ough,” he growls in your ear, placing tight kiss along your jaw and eventually a love bite pressed right near your collarbone. You feel Niall walk closer to the bed, eventually feeling him stop and drop you lightly on the plush mattress. He steps back, following you as you slide up the bed, settling your head on the pillows, as Niall settles himself between your legs. One of his legs sat between the two of yours, and his arms were holding him up above you, a clear view of his chest and the vein that pops out when he’s lusting after you, something that had become a turn on after time and time of seeing it. “Let’s see how fast we can do this, baby.”

There was a series of kisses down your collarbone, sneakily pulling off your shirt, then through the deep between your breasts, a few below your navel and resting at your hips. Biting and sucking at the skin, making you writhe beneath him, feeling a smirk on his lips from your reaction.

This was your favourite spot and he knew it. Anytime you were together, let it be a quickie backstage or a long night at home, Niall would always play close attention to your hips. Even when you were kissing, you loved having his hands on your waist, it was your own security blanket, and you felt that nothing could get in the way when he was there.

“Niall, please,” you whine, your pelvis shifting towards his mouth involuntarily, sighing when you felt your skin free from the cotton that in a short while seemed to get quite constricting.

“What, baby? Is this what you want?” he asks you, voice seeming innocent in comparison to his dark eyes. His hand dips lower, grabbing hold of your thigh and placing it effortlessly on his shoulder. Open-mouthed kisses placed on your inner-thighs before finally reaching the spot where you could feel heat radiating. He blows air on your centre, earning a warning to ‘hurry up’ fall from your lips, moving his mouth closer before finally placing a kiss to the outer skin.

You sigh immediately, an impeccably small amount of relief washing over you, but enough to know that your husband was finally going to do want you were in desperate need for. He licks a stripe up the outside, collecting the moisture that had collected from your bit of touching earlier on, humming as he felt you wiggle again.

He loved it, not just being able to see you unravel in front of him, but he loved making you this satisfied, as no one could ever know exactly what you like and how you liked it, he would always be the one to do it perfectly. He loved having the chance to take you whenever had a moment. It didn’t matter to him if you couldn’t do the same, he genuinely enjoyed making you satisfied, and he loved the way you lingered on his lips. He had an infatuation with the way you tasted, he absolutely loved it. He couldn’t get enough of you. But sometimes he enjoyed seeing you grow impatient, knowing he’s the only one that can do that for you. He knows every single part that loves to be touched, kissed, sucked, and he would never, ever, give anyone a chance to find out.

Niall moves further in, your legs closing further behind his head without even noticing, only relishing in the pleasure sparking through your veins. He sucks gently on the bundle of nerves right next to his nose, using the tips of his teeth to send you over the moon. Before you had the chance to even notice what he had done, you felt a finger slide into you. It was rough around the edges and it caused an even more elaborate sensation than you would’ve ever thought possible. After a few strained moans, Niall inserted another finger, pulling the two out for a moment before thrusting back in, a build of pleasure mounding in your stomach as you feel the man you love keep hitting the sacred spot, one only Niall knows about, and he smiled whenever he could make you climax faster than normal. His lips were sucking diligently at your bundle, this motion in sync with the fingers hitting the right place, and your vision was off. A hazy cloud of white and pleasure mixed deeply and you were satisfied beyond belief.

“Fuck,” you moan out, fingers letting go of the duvet and entangling themselves in Niall’s hair, slightly pulling to bring him closer to where he was nested. “Niall, holy shite.”

“That’s right, babe. Let it go,” he whispers, the air being blown to your core, immediately making you climax over him. His fingers immediately swiping up your heat once more to make sure he left nothing behind, wanting every last ounce of you possible. Once Niall finished, not leaving a drop of your orgasm left, he climbed up towards your face, placing kisses alongst your neck and leaving a few love bites around before settling on your lips, the kiss lasting until another alarm sounded off. “Shite.”

“We have fifteen minutes before we have to be downstairs,” you mutter, voice still recollecting from your high, legs still slightly shaking from beneath you.

“Was that alright, baby? You feelin’ okay?” Niall asks, elbows holding his weight as he hovers above you.

“’M great. That was amazing. Thank you,” you whisper, eyes fluttering from open to close, trying to regain control of your consciousness, too blissed out to be fully in control of your body. “Now, mister. Did you really think I wouldn’t let you go, too?”

“Not at all. I knew. I could go just by watching you. You are so beautiful and sexy and I just really love you,” he rasps, voice hoarse and then a breath hitches in his throat when you flip him over, your pelvis resting above his own, causing more friction than you had ever imagined.

“Let me help you with this, though,” you say, hand dipping into his briefs.

You stroke his hard member, before moving backwards and massaging the balls laying low behind. You hear a moan once your finger skims the tip, immediately causing you to begin to pump. You take two of your fingers and massage the tip, leaving a tiny squeeze, earning a drop of Niall’s head to the pillows. You move closer down, ridding him of his pants and sliding down, taking as much of him as possible in your mouth, leaving the rest to be pumped by your hand. You lay your tongue along the bottom, sliding it up slowly across and eventually landing at the tip. A strangled whimper is heard from above you as you slide across it, causing you to wrap your tongue a bit more before speeding up the pace of your synchronised sucking and pumping.

“Baby, I’m about to,” Niall whispers, voice not strong enough to even finish the sentence. His thighs were shaking and with one quick swipe against the ever sensitive tip, you were bringing Niall to his first orgasm of the day, leaving him releasing into your mouth, another taste you never minded leaving on your tongue, much like Niall with you. “You’re amazing, you know ‘at?”

“Had a feeling. I love you,” you say, leaning up to kiss Niall, a smile on your face as you lean up to kiss him, this kiss slow and passionate, both tired from your intense climaxes.

“I love you so much. But I do think we should get dressed now. We have to be ready to leave downstairs in ten minutes,” Niall adds, sitting up quickly after kissing you once more. He takes his clothes for the plane, quickly dressing in the most comfortable outfit, the plane ride going to take quite a few hours. “I’ve got your passport, sunglasses, phone charger, and the clothes. I think that’s it.”

“Let’s go on our honeymoon, baby. We’re finally married,” you smile, placing a nude bra and thong on, leggings taking residence on your legs, and lastly putting your new shirt over her head. “I’m so glad you’re my husband,” you say lightly, causing Niall to walk over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips, before taking a suitcase and making your way towards the elevator and to your two-week holiday with your husband.

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#26 Why Not Me? Part 3 (Harry Styles)

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I sat with tousled hair and a bottle of cold water, thinking about my options. I had two – I could either accept Harry’s sudden want for me which is still unexplained but, I will get him for a few months at max. This could be a way of finding closure for this crush that I have, and enjoy being with Harry like I always dreamed of being. Or, I could tell him to cut his crap, find the reason for this sudden want, slap him because I wasn’t an idiot and then, walk away with pride and a complete heart. Anyway, I had to hear out his reasons first.

I pressed the cold water to my forehead, trying to cool off since, I felt extremely hot and then, got ready for the day. It was raining outside, which wasn’t shocking since it was always raining here. I walked with my umbrella to my workshop to find the gate already open.

“Alex? Are you inside? Why is the gate open?” I walked in, taking off my jacket. Picking up a canvas, as I felt getting inspiration through basics today, I chose my corner and walked to the store to get paints, “Oh my gosh!” I held my chest. “What are you doing here? Step away from there, it’s fragile!” I told him as he raised his hands and slowly walked out. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I was looking for tape,” Harry explained.

“You came to my workshop to look for tape?” I raised my eyebrows.

“What? No. No. Tape, I finished all of mine, and I was making something here…”

“This is my workshop. What do you mean by making something here? Where did you get the key from, anyway!” I questioned.

“I kinda took it last night,” He went on.

“You stole it? Great! What are you making here anyway,” I walked to the other corner of my workshop.

“Zuri! Wait! I’m not finished!” He ran behind me but, I entered the area to find a table set in the middle with roses. The entire area had all my painting and sculptures properly organised which they weren’t earlier, and there was an ‘I’m sorry’ banner hanging halfway falling on the ground. “I was going to fix that…” He said, walking in and pulling it to the side.

“What is this? You’re using my space for a date with someone? Are you some sort of sadist or something? This is my workshop!”

“Wow! You think that low of me, don’t you?” He let the banner drop.

“I’m sorry for what?” I asked.

“I’m sorry for ruining things between us. I’m sorry for not seeing your worth and not understanding you. I’m sorry for coming on to you like that without any explanation. Basically, I’m sorry for being an idiot,” He said. “I brought food? For Lunch, your favourite, umm for two!” He picked up the bags and kept them on the table pulling the box out. “Please don’t just stand there, just come and eat lunch,” He sighed.

I unclenched my hands and walked to the table. “How do you even know I like this?” I asked.

“You’re my best friend, why won’t I?” He looked at me, surprised.

“Huh, best friend?” I let out a laugh.

“Well, closest friend…” He backtracked.

“You don’t have many friends then, Mr Styles if I’m what you have, and you don’t even treat me properly,” I watched his face fall, “What? The truth hurts…sit down.”

We ate the lunch in silence. It was weird, but we didn’t mention it. He helped me clear all the plates and kept the table in place. “Thanks for organising this stuff, it was…yeah in a mess before…”

“No worries,” He smiled. I nodded and walked out of the area, back to the store room to take the paints out. “Do I really have no chance with you?” he asked from the gate.

“Why do you want one, Harry? Why now? You’ve embarrassed me, made fun of me, ignored me, literally just left me on the road and told me to choose another way to be with your girls, and all the while I proudly held my head up and my heart out saying that I really liked you. I never questioned this, and I was never embarrassed cause, I kept thinking that it wasn’t intentional but, it was, and it is, and I don’t see why you would want me now when all you could do was run away from me before…” I poured my heart out. I was not crying, I felt like I had cried enough.

“I agree, I didn’t like seeing you with that guy. I hated the way he held your waist, absolutely detested the way he bent down to kiss you and for the first time, I thought, I could actually loose you. I never did before, you know. I liked that you were always there, that I could depend on you. And, I know how this is all wrong cause because all I am talking about is me because I was never there for you. I liked your attention on me but, I don’t know why I didn’t to have you at that moment. In my heart, I always knew, I’d date you, and it would be amazing but, I liked feeding off that…I’m so horrible, I know I am, telling you all of this but, the point is that I can be there for you. I can be your lover, I can have you depend on me and give you back all the love that, you gave me! All I am asking for is a chance. A chance to make things right…” I could see tears fall down his eyes.

I laughed, “all I had asked for was a chance, too. I didn’t ask for anything else, except just one chance to show you. And who says, you’re making it, right? Maybe this,” I pointed between us, “we separate is the right thing, and I have realised that now. You’re a selfish, selfish man who hasn’t even tried to be my friend yet and yes, it’s my fault. I let myself out to be used by you…but, I won’t now. You couldn’t be my friend. You would definitely not be my lover.”

I walked out of the store room to my canvas and exhaled all the air that, I was holding. After sometime, I heard the front door close and, that’s when I started crying.

It had been a month after that day. I was coping better now. I had my art exhibition in the evening and, things were finally working out. For the first time, I was paying attention to me and, loving myself more. I liked being me as I walked through the streets. I liked treating myself which I never did, and I loved this change.

“This is what inspired me to create this showcase. I feel, it’s important to appreciate the people and the things in our life and, I have tried to represent that…”

“That is very well said,” I heard his voice call out. The people in front of me nodded and turned to my work while this man walked up to me. He was wearing an all black attire; he always took my breath away.

“You always take my breath away,” He repeated my thoughts, and I smiled.

“You’re here,” I said.

“Yeah, I love the artist’s work. She’s my favourite. I have parts of all her collections in my house. Hey, I’m Harry,” he put his hands out.

I shook it, “Zuri…” Where was he taking this?

“You are very beautiful, Zuri. Would you like some wine?” He asked and, took two glasses from the server.

“Thank you,” I said, taking it.

“I really like the theme this time,” he said, acting like a complete stranger and I played along. At the end of the night, he walked me to my apartment, and kissed my cheek. “I hope we are friends now, Zuri. I’d like to see more of you,” He smiled.

“What are you doing, Harry?” I asked.

“Shh…” He touched his lips and walked away.

He kept meeting me, randomly the next week. And, we started hanging out, again. This time, I felt, I existed around him. He took me to parties with his hands around my waist, and introduced me to everyone, keeping me close throughout. We went clubbing once and came back sloshed. He didn’t even try anything. Not even once. I didn’t know where this was going. I was like a redo we were offering ourselves but, I didn’t question it.

After three months, he asked me out. “Harry…” I shook my head.

“I know, I know that I have an awful history but, that guy has changed. I realise what I lost, and I have just got it back, I want to take it a bit further. A lot further, please, just please forgive me, and say yes…” He pleaded. I took a night but then, said yes.

We were celebrating our six months tonight. His idea, cause I didn’t remember. “Hey baby,” He kept the champagne on the table and climbed over me on the sofa. Wrapping his hands around me, he pulled me to his lips. It felt so intense, as I finally tasted him, my temperature rising in a second with what he could do to me. I felt his tongue licking my lips, as I let them through to play with mine holding him in my arms against me. Our make out sessions were getting better and better and, I wanted to finally go all the way tonight. I felt his hands wander over my body as I tried taking off his shirt, first.

“You sure, love?” he asked, kissing down my neck.

“Yes, on my yes,” I felt him bite, knowing he was marking me as his own. He loved doing that, as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. It wasn’t long before, our clothes were thrown off to one corner. I rubbed his bulge from my palms as he moaned, “No teasing, today, please! I’m desperate, today!” He cried in my palms, as I took him in my mouth. “Fuck!” I heard him moan. There was no more pleasure than seeing your man go crazy with you every move in front of you, as he did right now.  I tried to bring him over the edge but, he pulled me off and, then, climbed over me.

“Can we skip this?” I asked, panting. “I want you in me,” I said, kissing his lips as he felt him brush up and down, soaking himself with me. I arched my back as he entered me, going slow and kissing all over my neck, knowing exactly what gets me crazy. “Fuck, oh my, fuck,” I moaned as he increased his pace. He slammed into me, my head falling out of the sofa, as I held onto him, and took support from the table beside. His hands caressed my body, his lips kissing every part of skin he could reach, while I loved the feel of him inside me.

“Please don’t stop, please…” I said, as he picked me and, I bounced on his dick, wrapping my legs around him. Our lips met in a frenzy, as I lost my mind with him.

“Fuck, Zuri. Come for me baby, cmon,” He moaned, biting my chest. I came all over him, as he spurted his come, coating my insides. He fell down, on his back, pulling me with him, as I took a breath, my head on his chest. “I love you.”

“Do you, now?” I giggled.

“I’m serious. I love you. It’ll always be you, I’m very serious.” He said as he kissed my lips, once again.

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