I wanna smell harry. Annoy the living shit out of him while we’re in bed, his arm around my shoulders and me cuddled up into him. My nose starts to sniff dramatically, pressing into his neck and he crooks it a little and giggles, pressing me away lightly with his hand. “Stoooppp y'so weird” he’d squirm and laugh as I sniff up the back of his ear, tossing my leg over his legs and sitting up a bit so I can have better access to his collarbones. My nose trails quickly down his neck to his chest, resting right between his pecs, taking a deep breath in. “You smell so good” id kiss his chest and look up at him, his thumb and pointer finger pinching the top of his nose, a lazy grin on his face, dimples out. I dive back into the OTHER side of his neck and that’s when his strong hands stop me, grabbing my arms and flipping me over, his entire body weight on me.
Authors Note: Hey everyone! I am like swimming in my ideas and slowly drowning because I just don’t know which ideas to use and how to piece them together. Which is why it is taking me so long to get the chapters written. Again, I apologise for the dialogue. I can’t help it! Enjoy. Xx
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It has been a week since I first started working at Meyer Enterprise, being his assistant isn’t really that bad. I honestly thought it would be worse.
I have barely seen Harry, he hasn’t managed to come home for too long; I think the longest he was at the house was Sunday when he accidentally slept in. I haven’t really been too concerned about it, I am more concerned about the prenup we are yet to discuss and the fact that I am meant to go to New York with Logan next weekend. Logan said it had something to do with a charity event and clientele, I didn’t get the logistics of it. All I one-hundred percent know is that it will be three days in New York, two of those days strictly for business and the third a free day.
I step into the house and wander into the living room where I am surprised to view Harry.
“You finally decided to come home,” I comment with a raised brow, unsure of why he is home so early. It is eight at night and I wasn’t anticipating him to even think about leaving the office until at least two in the morning. He nods, his eyes dropping back to his laptop. I only assume he is working and going over a client’s portfolio for the night.
“I need to go to New York this weekend,” I inform him, not even bothering to ease him into the idea smoothly, either way, he is going to have his fit and make it known that he is more than likely against the idea. I know him far too well to even think for a second that he will be forthcoming and accepting of a business trip. His eyes immediately gaze up at me with their dark silvery luminosity narrowing on me as he bites his tongue. He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to stare at me with a displeased look. “Are you going to say anything?” I question, his silence not settling well with me.
His silence is like the calm before the storm. You think everything is perfect and serene, no wind, no rain, a small ray of sunshine peeking through the eclipsed clouds, then abruptly it is a twister of a substantial downpour and tremendous winds with rolling thunder.
For a moment I think he is going to keep calm and collected, but he proves me wrong the moment he opens his mouth. “I think the fuck not.” He bluntly answers, shaking his head at me disapprovingly.
He gave his skin a moment to adjust to the heat and then leaned back in the too-hot water, the burn giving way to a pleasant warmth. For a minute they sat opposite each other, legs slotted together and water settling. Things were admittedly tentative, and it was weird to see Louis this shy.
Louis pushed his toes along Harry’s calf. “You’re all the way over there.”
“I don’t want to crush you.”
“It’s water, Harry. And you’re hardly Goliath.”
So he moved carefully, arranging himself between Louis’ legs and leaning back against his chest, which was soft and smooth. Louis slipped his arms around Harry in return.