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chrismdthings · 7 years

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the calendar

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): alcohol tw note: listen to the calendar - panic! at the disco while reading / since i decided to discontinue the Barcelona series, here is it in a single one shot with a little bit of a twist / 3,412 words

they said ‘If you don’t let it out you’re gonna let it eat you away' i’d rather be a cannibal, baby animals like me don’t talk anyway

put another X on the calendar summer's on its deathbed there is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends

The sway of your hips, the cherry chapstick and margarita flavored kisses, the beat pulsing in his chest, the salt water filling your nose, and the gritty sand between your toes.

Four weeks in Florida with the his closest friends, a beach house to themselves, the money for constant drinking and going out, and all the time in the world. It seemed like nothing could rearrange those plans. The weather couldn’t even damper their good mood.

In the fall of twenty-sixteen, Chris agreed to spend four weeks in Florida with his best friends. He had never been to the state even though it has always been on his mind, and he had no better plans with his summer after his birthday. So for the remainder of the year and next year, he saved up money and planned around the trip while also mentally preparing. And before he knew it, it was after his twenty-first birthday, and he was packing his bags for a month-long trip to a foreign country.

After two layovers, one in London and another in New York and several hours of flying, the group of six found themselves in a Florida coastal city. It wasn’t one of the most touristy-spots; instead of surf-shops with neon colored and crazy fonted shirts, there were small local-owned shops. Instead of thousands of cars from other states and giant families of nine on vacation, there were only smaller groups and families, and it was remotely vacant. However, that didn’t take away from the beautiful sights and crystal clear water that was only feet away from the back patio of their beach house.

The beach house was incredible- it was clearly a Polynesian-themed house with two stories, but it also sat on tall stilts with a garage and drive-way underneath. There were three bedrooms, a large kitchen and comfortable sitting area with huge sofas, a balcony, and a large patio out back. There were even tables and lounge chairs outside that Chris knew would come to good use. It was perfect, from the rooms to color of the walls.

And the neighbors, whom came in a week after them, made everything even better. It was another group, this time of eight, who came to the coastal city with the same idea- four weeks in paradise with no interruptions, no negativity, and just the beach, the sand, and the sun.

That was your plan, anyway. Going back to college was in the back of your mind, and you just wanted to relax and enjoy the remainder of your summer while you still had it.

Chris could remember meeting the neighbors for the first time. He was walking back to the house from the beach for lunch with his friends, and they spotted you guys walking onto your patio to admire the view. One of his friends called out first and you two got into a conversation about dinner that night, and you all agreed to go out with them. In your guys’ minds, nothing could go wrong with dinner with some new people and a couple of drinks in between.

Out of the fourteen people that got together, twelve of them could agree that two hit it off better than the others, and that was you and Chris.

The first night at dinner, you two sat across from each other and found yourselves in the most elaborate conversations about random shit like why words were spelled the way they were and how they came up with the names of colors. Then those conversations carried onto how you two found yourselves in Florida- Chris on holiday, and you on an annual-vacation with your friends for the third consecutive year. Those conversations then escalated to getting a beer at the bar in the Mexican restaurant you two were in, and ditching the twelve others at the conjoined table.

Neither of you thought anything of it, at first, and you didn’t even realize how close you two were being all night compared to the others. It was when you returned to your family beach house that night, that one of your friends finally made a comment about the obvious connection between you and Chris.

“Alright, (y/n), what is up with you and lover boy next door?”

You raised a brow, placing a hand on the staircase railing to lean over and look at him. “What are you talking about?” You asked, raising a brow and looking at your friend.

Your friend chuckled and threw his keys and wallet onto the kitchen counter. “Come on.. you two were so close, hell, you barely even talked to us tonight.” You shook your head.

“There’s nothing,” you laughed lightly. “We just went to get a drink and talked because you guys were in a deep conversation about American football and we couldn’t care less.”

“I don’t know.” He tsked. “There was definitely something there.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you said before jogging up the stairs to your room.

However, even though to your persistence of nothing happening between you two, you couldn’t deny it as the days carried on.

You could no longer deny the affections as your friend caught you sneaking out at 2 AM to meet Chris on the beach a couple days later, or when you two were spending a lot of time together during your days in the city, or when you two left the cliche club to get McDonalds instead. And you especially couldn’t deny it as he laid next to you in your bed, legs touching as you two laughed and talked before falling asleep to the sound of the waves crashing into the shore just feet away.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked Chris, sipping on your beer and watching him stare in the dark abyss of the sky above the ocean three weeks later.

He shook his head, dusting the sand off his palms on his jean shorts. “Nothing much, really.” Chris admitted before taking a swig from his own bottle. He sucked his lips against his teeth before glancing at you. You still stared at him, head tilted as you nestled the beer bottle in your hands, sitting with your legs crossed in the sand. He knew you were waiting for him to elaborate more on that. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

It was inevitable. Time was inevitable. It ticks longer and longer against your will, shoving you forward in time without strain. You can hope and pray for something to not come but with each passing second, it will come faster and faster. And the last thing that Chris wanted was for the night to turn to day when he was forced to leave.

“I know.” You said with a slight nod. “And I leave in a week.”

Chris nodded too, taking the last drink of his beer before placing the bottle down next to him in the sand. He turned away, looking at the ocean as the waves rolled in and sizzled out just a couple feet away from them. There was something calming about the quiet enviroment and then the roars of the waves before it repeated over and over again in an endless cycle.

You followed his gaze and looked up into the clear sky, at the stars that danced across the black sky, and to the moon that lit up the entire city resting below it. The waves made the moment even more peaceful, and the water as it barely reached the tips of your toes before sizzling out into the sand. In your thoughts, listening to the silence, you felt Chris reach out and place a hand on your knee, running his thumb along the smooth skin in soothing motions. Your head turned to him in reflex and you two shared a smile.

During the past three weeks you two had spent together, the events of Chris placing a hand on your thigh no longer bothered you.

On the first night you two talked, he slung an arm around your shoulders on the way back to the car. A few days later as you two walked down the busy streets towards a McDonalds, he slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Then days after that, he hugged you tight when you two parted for the night after a day in the sun and in the water. And just two days ago, his hands trailed up your thighs and across your ribs as you rested under him before your lips met his.

“Can I read your palm?” You blurted out after a second, both trying to break the silence and the heavy conversation between you two.

“Yeah, sure,” Chris timidly raised a brow at you before nodding, and then he let his hand leave your knee and held it out for you to take. “You know how to read palms?”

“Yeah, sort of.” You trailed off, shrugging, before flipping his hand over as you took a grip of his wrist with your other hand. “My family is very different, and my mom can read palms. She taught me a few things throughout the years.”

“Sick,” Chris smiled, and then looked slightly alarmed when you snorted in laughter. “What is it?”

“I didn’t realize that people still said sick.”

He shrugged, looking away sheepishly before shifting his eyes to his palm. You took the hint and smiled, shifting your body to face him, before looking down at his hand. “This is Will and Logic.” You said running the point of your pinky-finger along the inside of his thumb. “It can tell the will power and logic of a person.” You explained, licking your lips before continuing on. “And this line,” you ran your finger across the middle of his palm. “This is the Line of Head, and it can tell you the mentality of a person.” Your eyes flickered up and met Chris’. “And yours is really gridded, which means that you have a thirst for knowledge, not only of the universe, but of people as well.”

“That’s true.” Chris eyes flickered up to look at your face while you kept a hold of his hand. “The last part, anyway.”

You smiled gently before continuing on, looking back down. “And you have Union lines, which are very rare, you know.” You explained to him, running your finger across the horizontal lines on his palm, from the Heart Line to the bottom of his little finger. “They indicate close relationships with people, not always romantic, but just friends and family. Once again, yours is really gridded.” You looked back up at him, loosening your grip on his wrist and letting his hand free. “Are the people you are with on this trip your best friends?”

Chris teetered his head back and forth slightly. “A couple of them, yeah, but not the others. I grew up with a couple of them, I really consider them brothers, but I only know the others through association.” You nodded in understanding and Chris finally retracted his hand. “What about you? Is the group of your closest friends?”

“Yeah, all of them.” You said confidently. “All of us grew up together since we were in diapers. We have been through everything together, and really, all we have is each other at this point.”

At first Chris raised a brow in confusion, but then shook it away a moment later. He decided it was best not to ask what you meant by that.

You picked at the ripped of your jean shorts for a second to give your hands something to do out of nervousness before you stopped a second later.

“When do you want to go back?” You asked quietly.

Chris shook his head. He didn’t know if you meant to the beach house or to Jersey, but he had the same answer for both. “Never,”

A smile hinted on your lips as ideas popped into your mind. “Do you want to go for a swim?”

“I didn’t bring my trunks.”

“And I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” You said before standing up, the sand sticking to your legs. “And I’m not going back to get it.”

Chris tilted his head back and watched you reach down, grabbing the hem of your loose tee before pulling it over your head, revealing a lace bralette underneath. Even though two days ago he had seen in you less, he still turned away hastily for your privacy, but not without blushing.

“Come on, Dixon.” You encouraged him, kicking off your sandals and then shoving your shorts down your legs. The warm wind grazed your skin and you smiled. “Live a little.”

“You’re clearly living a lot.” He said before hearing the sound of water splashing next to him. Chris turned his head towards the water and seen you standing waist-deep in the water.

“And? What’s wrong with that?” You smiled at him, watching him shake his head before falling back into the water and submerging yourself inside. A second later you stood back up and wiped away the water from your eyes, and then opened your eyes to see Chris standing up from the sand and pulling his tee over his head. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re such a bad influence.” He said unbuckling his belt and then shoving down his shorts a second later.

You winked at him, kicking your arms and legs out to keep your head above the water. “Sometimes it’s not a bad thing.”

feel like an ambulance chaser of faith pray i could replace her forget the way her tears taste oh, the way her tears taste

“So this is it.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his fingers tangle in your hair as tears burned your eyes.

Chris leaned his forehead against yours. He knew he didn’t have much time left, only minutes. Everyone else was outside, packing their bags into the back of an Uber car, and they didn’t have long to get to the airport.

They were standing in the now-empty and dark beach house that once echoed with laughter and contained all the food and beer in the world for a month. Now it was empty and was seemingly without a trace that anyone had been there in years.

“It’s not the end.” Chris said, turning his head to press his lips to your cheek. A second later he turned back, pressing his nose against yours before kissing you softly. “I’ll come back for you.”

He hated himself.

Chris hated the fact that his heart still strung out for you, that you were the only image replaying over and over in his mind when he closed his eyes, and that you were the only thing that he could think about for months.

He hated you, but he hated himself more for not acting on his emotions. He hated himself for not getting anything but your name, not even your number to keep contact. He hated the fact that you were miles away, probably with someone else without a tract of him in your mind, and you were the only person he could picture himself with.

Chris wasn’t good at showing, or telling, his emotions. Everyone knew that you two had something together, even his friends, but they didn’t know the depth. They didn’t know about the mental and physical connection from the nights spent on the sand or at your beach house, or in the rental car’s backseat. They didn’t know until a couple months after the holiday when Chris had too many drinks in his system after a friend’s birthday and came out to them about the deep conversations and the hook-up before they left.

It was obvious that the fling remained vivid in his mind, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Chris just wanted to forget everything about the trip in hopes to forget you as well. It was a fling, a summer romance that ended as soon as it began, and that’s all there was. There was no need to sit around and mope at the memories like he had been.

He wanted to forget the look of confusion on your face when he said something obviously British. He wanted to forget your contagious laugh that echoed throughout the room wherever you two were. He wanted to forget the feeling of your hand in his, and the way that your nails dug into his back. He wanted to forget the way his heart pounded when you listened to him talk and a smile spread across your lips.

God, he wanted to forget you, forget Florida, but at the same time he was praying to get someone just like you.

He wanted someone to make him feel the way you did in just three weeks, for the rest of his life. He wanted someone like you, but he didn’t know if he could ever find it again.

the world may call it a second chance but when i came back it was more of a relapse anticipation's on the other line and obsession called while you were out yeah, it called while you were out

Twelve months later, Chris was back.

Chris was back on a flight destined for America with all of his same friends, and same reasoning, and he was back on a path to Florida.

After three flights and many hours, Chris recognized the airport like it was a sight he seen every day of his life, and recognized the feeling of the hot wind on his arms, and the smell of salt water filling his nostrils.

It gave him a sense of relief.

And what else gave him a sense of relief with the exception of stepping off a long flight and being able to stretch his legs, was that he knew you were within miles of him. No longer two different timezones, no longer thousands of miles, but now minutes away from each other.

His heart began to pound against his chest at that fact.

Deep down Chris hoped you were there in the beach-house waiting for him like he promised a year ago. He hoped you still laughed the same, that you didn’t move on, and he hoped that you remembered everything exactly like he did.

His fear of showcasing and letting out his emotions wasn’t going to hold him back this time. This was his second-chance and he wasn’t going to blow it.

Feeling a pair of hands grab his shoulders, Chris glanced out the corner of his eye to see his friend standing behind him. “You glad to be back?” He asked with a pep in his voice.

Everyone was excited to be back in Florida. They fell in love with the city, and found it like a second home to them. They promised to come back one day, and they weren’t expecting it to be a year later, but that’s just how things worked out.

Chris nodded, grinning as he watched the palm trees sway in the wind. “More than you know.”

and i meant everything i said that night i will come back to life but only for you only for you

It was the first time he saw you in a year.

You were standing on the patio of your family’s beach house, hands clutching at the wooden railing as you stared out at the empty beach. You were wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts that Chris found familiar as he looked at you from afar.

Your skin was still tanned, hair whipping around in the wind, and a pair of sunglasses shielding your eyes, sand stuck to your feet and legs, and you were still wearing that smile that made knees weak.

Chris took a step, letting his feet sink into the sand, and walked over. Hands tucked into his pockets, Chris watched you as he moved slowly towards you. You hadn’t moved in a minute and he was able to make his way over to you.

And then you turned your head, looking down at the sand and just below the house, the same place where you locked eyes with him for the first time. And there was. You felt your heart race and a smile immediately found your lips before a gasp did.

Chris shot you a grin as he looked up at you. “I told you I would come back for you, didn’t I?”

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daddyxxstyles · 7 years

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Damaged Goods - Part 2

Hello everyone! After almost sic months, this is part two to Damaged Goods. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think of it, my lovely readers! :)

4,2k words. Warning: contains smut*

*And for the smut I apologize. First time writing it, so sorry if it’s lame.

‘Can I stay tonight?’ he asked with a deep voice and you felt goosebumps rise all over your skin. You both knew he didn’t have to ask for permission to stay. He has already stayed at your place multiple times; when you were watching movies until very late and he was too sleepy to drive. He stayed to make sure you were fine when you were sick or came back after a girls night out with your best friends. He stayed after a phone call from you in the middle of the night when you woke up from a terrible nightmare. But this time, this question was different. His eyes were dark and you were positive he was up to something.

‘Of course… You can always stay here, Harry, you don’t need to ask.’ you answered and kissed his chest through the fabric of his plain white t-shirt.

‘Yeh know.. I have an idea.’ he said taking off his t-shirt. Seeing your confused face, he continued. ‘Yeh said yeh don’t feel comfortable with your uncovered body, so I’m thinking, would yeh feel better if I were naked, too?’ while speaking, he didn’t stop stripping his clothes off until he stood in front of you almost naked, only in his Calvin Klein black boxers.

‘This is crazy, you know that?’ you said chuckling with disbelief, trying to cover your stomach with your arms.

‘I am crazy. F’you.’ he said giving you a quick peck on your lips. He took both his and your clothes from the floor and headed towards the door. ‘’m hungry. Want some pasta?’ he asked on his way out.

You faced the mirror and looked at your face. It was still covered with mascara residue so you took care of it with a cotton ball soaked with makeup remover. You splashed your face with cold water and wiped it with a soft towel. You sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of a bathtub. You felt like Harry was up to something but he obviously wouldn’t tell you that. You knew that sparkle in his eyes. You’ve seen it a couple of times already, usually after a very snugly make out session on his couch, just before you pushed him away and left his apartment in panic. The excruciating fear of being hurt again, blocked you completely every time Harry wanted more. Anytime he managed to touch your bare skin under your clothes, you could remember how your ex boyfriend humiliated you whenever he got you naked.

You took a deep breath, trying to push all the bad memories away. You knew Harry was different. He deserved more. He deserved everything you could give him.

You left the bathroom, tip toeing to the kitchen. Now you realised how long it took you in the bathroom - a pleasant smell of Bolognese sauce filled the room. Harry liked to cook with loud music on - he plugged his iPhone to the speakers and put your iTunes playlist on shuffle. Sweet Child O’Mine was pumping loudly from the speakers and Harry was singing along. He rarely did this but he knew how much you like to hear his voice in a rockier version. He didn’t notice you entering the kitchen, as he was preoccupied with filling up a pot with water. His face was focused, eyebrows furrowed. Once he lifted the pot full of water, his muscles tensed and the outline of this trained body was more visible. You bit your lip as it was the first time when you saw Harry almost completely naked. It was the first time you saw all of his tattoos. That sight pleased you very much. You stared at him, forgetting you were wearing just black lace underwear.

‘Here yeh are, pet’ he smiled widely when he turned into your direction and finally saw you.

‘Don’t stop singing, Harry’ you said and sat down on a barstool just in front of him, on the other side of a counter.

‘Oooooh, sweet child o’mineeee!’ he sang, pretending to play the guitar solo.

You supported your head on your fists and observed him. He loved to perform. Either on a stage in front of thousands of people or in your tiny kitchen. This boy was born to entertain people, you were quite sure of that.

Sweet Child O’Mine came to an end and the next song chosen by Harry was Little Things. It surprised you because he never chose to play One Direction songs. And the song choice made you wonder even more.

He cleared his throat during the instrumental and started singing with Zayn on the recorded audio:

Your hand fits in mine Like it’s made just for me But bear this in mind It was meant to be And I’m joining up the dots With the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me

When you heard his voice, you smiled. It was so soothing and calming as always. He was chopping fresh pineapple, your favourite fruit, but he glanced at you every couple of seconds. Now he continued along with Liam:

I know you’ve never loved The crinkles by your eyes When you smile You’ve never loved Your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back At the bottom of your spine But I’ll love them endlessly

During chorus he closed his eyes and got carried away completely.

I won’t let these little things Slip out of my mouth But if I do It’s you Oh it’s you They add up to you I’m in love with you And all these little things

During Louis’ part, the tension was building up. He put the knife away and not losing eye contact with you, he walked around the counter and stood up in front of you, turning you around on the barstool. He licked his fingers off from the pineapple juice, missing some words. He put his warm hands on your thighs, touching them gently.

You can't go to bed Without a cup of tea And maybe that’s the reason That you talk in your sleep And all those conversations Are the secrets that I keep Though it makes no sense to me

Still not breaking the eye contact with you, he sang the following parts.

I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape You never want to know how much you weigh You still loathe to squeeze into your jeans But you’re perfect to me

I won’t let these little things Slip out of my mouth But if it’s true It’s you It’s you They add up to I’m in love with you And all these little things

And then there was Niall’s part and in a second you reminded what were the lyrics. You felt a sudden rush of blood to your head and the whole world around you started spinning slightly.

You’ll never love yourself Half as much as I love you You’ll never treat yourself right darlin’ But I want you to If I let you know I’m here for you Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you Ooh

Your heart was beating fast and tears of affection formed up in your eyes. You put your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you. He put his forehead to yours and continued to sing his part:

I’ve just let these little things Slip out of my mouth 'cause it’s you Oh it’s you It’s you They add up to And I’m in love with you And all these little things

You couldn’t wait any longer. You crashed your lips against his and you conjoined in a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted like sweet pineapple.

When he moved back, he wiped your tears away.

‘Wha’s wrong, love?’ he asked concerned.

‘It was a really good performance, Harry. I really enjoyed that.’ you said. He took air in, wanting to say something but you continued. ‘You better watch that sauce on the stove…’.

He returned to the pot and you stood up to prepare the table. Your thoughts were confused as you had no idea how to interpret his performance. Neither of you said the L word, but you were quite sure that the feelings you’ve had for him could be called love. You felt uncomfortable when he wasn’t around but once he was next to you, you were the calmest person in the world. You felt butterflies in your stomach whenever someone mentioned him, his warm chest echoing the sound of his beating heart was your favourite place to fall asleep.

But could that be true? Should you interpret this as he meant it? Is Harry in love with you?

You sat down to a quiet dinner. Harry went on about what he was doing the whole day. You weren’t quite talkative but you listened carefully to what he was saying. He easily noticed when you were in that kind of mood where you weren’t able to talk much. Then he took over control and took that pressure off of you.

After the dinner you moved to the couch to watch some TV. Harry sat down, resting his long legs on the coffee table, letting you lay down on his lap. His hand automatically went to caress your hair. He was browsing through the channels to find something funny to watch but you paid no attention to what was on the screen. You were thinking of that song, you were thinking of the words, you were trying to figure out what was on his mind. You were thinking, if he sang that song just because or if it was his way of telling you he loves you? You were terrified to ask because if you over interpreted his agenda, then you wouldn’t bear being hurt again.

‘Harry? Can you be the big spoon for a moment? I’m getting cold.’ you said looking up at him.

‘Sure…’ you switched positions and he wrapped his warm arm around you. The warmth of his body relaxed you as your thoughts were a mess.

After a while you forgot you were completely naked but Harry didn’t. Your female parts were only covered by black lace underwear and he really tried his best to contain himself. But then, he moved his hand on your body, giving you clear hints what was on his mind. He softly started to kiss your neck, nibbling on your earlobe. You knew what was coming. Another panic attack and Harry’s disappointment. You disengaged from his body and quickly escaped to the bathroom hearing his sigh.

You were standing under the shower, hot water streaming down your body. You’ve panicked again and some alone time in a steamy shower was the only thing that could calm your wrecked nerves again. You knew this would eventually happen but you were blindly fooling yourself that Harry will never want to make you do that or will wait until you’re ready. But you were happy with the current state of things. You could always count on him in times of need, even when he was touring he would always figure out how to make you feel better.

Obviously you fancied his body, you craved his touch and wanted you be kissed by him in your most private places but your previous relationship made it terribly hard for you to completely give in again.

‘Darling?’ you’ve heard Harry’s voice in the bathroom.

‘Yes?’ you looked around afraid of him seeing you but there was so much steam that the shower walls were completely blurry.

‘Jus’ wanted to say m‘sorry, pet, didn’t want to make yeh feel uncomfortable.’ he said, remorse in his voice was painfully audible.

‘I know Harry… ‘ you answered and took a deep breath.

‘Do it… do it now… He wants this… And you want this too.’ you thought. The struggle in your head made you feel a bit dizzy as you were torn between wanting him badly and being too scared.

‘Harry?’ you asked quietly.

‘Yes, pet?’ he answered.

‘Can you come inside? Can you join me?’ your voice was shaking when you verbalised your request.

‘ y’sure?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’ you answered firmly.

A few seconds passed and he entered the shower completely naked. You involuntarily glanced at the lower part of his body and seeing how well equipped he is, a little smirk appeared in the corner of your mouth.

‘I have eyes up here, love.’ he said smirking.

‘Sorry.’ you said blushing.

He moved closer until he could wrap his arms around you. His skin was cold and it nicely contrasted when your warmed up breasts met with his cold chest. He held you close, kissing the top of your head.

‘I wanna kiss your body, I wanna lick your pussy and then I want to fuck this little cunt until you scream my name and beg me to stop… But m’gonna wait. As long as it takes, because I know you’re worth it.’ he said quietly to your ear, almost whispering. You’ve never heard him dirty talk and you were quite sure the wetness between your legs wasn’t caused only by the shower.

‘Thank you… It really means a lot.’ you said and kissed his collarbone.

‘It’s okay, little girl. You need to be protected. And you’re safe with me.’ he kissed your forehead. You snuggled into his arms and he pulled you in close. The moment was very intimate; you felt like your relationship with Harry reached another level. The fact that you took off your clothes in front of him was a milestone for you but his declaration from earlier, made your heart swell.

He reached for your favourite flowery shower gel. ‘Can I…?’ he asked, pouring a fair amount of the gel on his hand. You nodded but your heart jumped to your throat. No one besides your previous boyfriend ever touched you like that. You were scared and petrified. But it’s Harry, your Harry, you thought, he could never hurt you.

His touch was gentle and delicate. He started with your arms, shoulders and then moved down his hands to your breasts. He hesitated for a moment and moved his hands further, covering your whole body with soap. Very proud of his achievement, he massaged your scalp with shampoo, making even more foam.

‘Yeh look like a lil’ snowman’ he chuckled and kissed your lips.

‘I do not!’ you laughed and stepped under the stream of water.

‘Nooooo, yeh destroyed m’work of art!’ he pouted but you felt his eyes staring at you.

‘Shhh... ‘ you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

‘Fair enough… But next time yeh gonna pay f’this.’ he said with a warning tone. He pulled you in, your bodies touching one another. You put your arms around his neck, what made you stand on your toes. His hands wandered on your wet back, when they reached their final destination - your bum. He placed both of his hands on your butt cheeks and squeezed them lightly. A quiet sigh left your lips right into his ear.

You left the shower, wrapped yourself with a towel and started brushing your teeth. Harry followed you a few moments later. His spare toothbrush was placed right next to yours. He grabbed it and stood right next to you also in a towel. You examined the reflection of his chest in the mirror. You looked at every tattoo on his body and wondered about the history behind it.

‘A butterfly? Really?’ you asked with a chuckle when you rinsed the inside of your mouth.

‘Yeah, and I love it.’ he smiled proud, his mouth still full of toothpaste.

‘Idiot’ you shook your head with a smile and left the bathroom.

You entered your closet and searched for fresh laundry. You were specifically looking for a Harry’s t-shirt. You loved wearing them, they felt so comfortable and although you washed it multiple times, you could still feel his scent on them. You put on his Hot n’ hard t-shirt and matched it with black panties. The t-shirt was long enough to cover your bum so you felt like there was no need to put on shorts.

‘Yeh have that t-shirt! Thought it was Niall who took it from me and he didn’t want to admit that he misses me this much. Hmm.’ he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from the laundry box and dropped the towel right in front of you.

His cock beautiful. Suddenly, you felt the urge to touch it, to make him feel good, to make him moan your name, to make it up to him. He noticed you were staring, again. You turned away embarrassed, and went to bed quickly.

‘I bought new candles today, wanna try them out?’ he asked, trying to change the subject.

‘Yeah, why not.’ you answered and waited for him to set up the candles around your bedroom.

‘Vanilla snowflake, tha’ should be nice.’ he said and laid down next to you.

When you looked at him, he was laying on his left side, supporting his head with his left arm bent in the elbow. He was looking at you like you were some holy figure, a soft smile curved his lips showing his dimples. He reached his hand to your thigh and touched it. He caressed it, gently moving his thumb over your stretch marks covering the skin on your thigh. Again, you felt uncomfortable and Harry sensed it immediately.

‘Shh… Relax. I just want to give you some sweet cuddles…’ he said, laying kisses along your thigh.

‘Then kiss me.’ you said missing his warm lips badly.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He kneeled between your legs and supporting himself on his arms, he hovered over you. His endearing smile melted your heart. You could never resist to that angelic face, those cute dimples. You cupped his face and moved it to your lips. You felt a soft peck on your mouth, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he took your lower lip and started sucking on it. Automatically, your hands went to grab and touch his muscled back. When a quiet sigh left your half opened lips, Harry forced his tongue into your mouth. But you didn’t resist even a second. You joined him in the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. It was so deep, you started losing your breath. You pushed him away lightly so he moved his lips over your jaw to your neck. You took in a deep breath, feeling soft sucking and nibbling on your neck. He touched your thighs and moved his hands up across your hips, to your waist. He wanted to kiss down your neck and move his hands upwards, but the t-shirt you were wearing seemed too much of an obstacle for him. When he pushed back, he looked at your tiny posture just in front of him and he noticed that the KISS t-shirt was soaking wet at the front because of your wet hair. The t-shirt was white which made your nipples visible.

‘Fuuuuuuck…’ he said wiping his face.

‘What’s the matter, Harry?’ you asked concerned. He took a deep breath and took his time to answer.

‘Why are yeh so incredibly hot?’ he asked with a bit of anger in his voice. His face was tensed and you could see a pinch of pain in it too. ‘You’re making it impossible to stop…’ he sighed.

‘Then don’t.’ your heart was pounding in your chest. His face immediately relaxed. ‘I’m scared like hell but I want you Harry. Very much. I need you.’ you said and touched his face with a trembling hand.

‘Are you sure?’ he double-checked.

‘Yes, I am.’

He helped you take off the t-shirt and he froze still, capturing your body.

‘Don’t look at my stomach, please.’ you said covering it with your hands.

‘Stop, it’s beautiful.’ he took your hands away and started kissing it.

He touched your chilled skin from the wet t-shirt and reached for the breasts. His touch was very delicate and warm. You relaxed immediately and forgot about everything when you felt his lips lowering to your entrance.

‘M’gonna make yeh feel good, promise.’ he said hooking his fingers on your panties. He took them off and threw them to the floor. He parted your thighs and looking straight into your eyes he licked his thumb and put it to your clit. ‘You’re so wet fo’ me already…’ he sighed and started rubbing his thumb faster. You bit your lower lip and gulped for air when his thumb started moving frantically. When you felt it was close, Harry ceased any movement. He looked at you, cherishing the way you looked. He pushed two fingers inside you, making you squirm under his touch. He moved his fingers easily thanks to the wetness coming out of you. You heard him pant heavily, right before you heard his voice.

‘I need to taste yeh... ‘ he pulled out the fingers, licked them and buried his mouth between your legs.

You felt his warm tongue enter you and then it licking all the way up to your clit. He sucked on it, licked circles, adding his fingers inside you. You grabbed his still wet hair and pulled them hard as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You arched your back letting out loud moans of pleasure. Pleasure so strong it made your body tremble.

When he finally moved his face away, you were breathing heavily.

‘So that’s what an orgasm feels like…’ you said sighing deeply.

‘I barely even started with yeh.’ he answered with a chuckle and a smug smile appeared on Harry’s face.

He leaned over you and started kissing you again. You forced him to roll over his back and you straddled him and pulled him in to embrace you. He kissed your neck again, touched your breasts and sucked on your nipples. You tossed your head back and feeling his bulge between your legs, you started moving your hips. He immediately let out a sigh of pleasure.

‘Yeh are so damn beautiful…’ he said laying you down on your back again.

‘Don’t forget about protection, it’s in the drawer.’ you gasped out as he touched your entrance again.

He put the condom on skilfully and pressed his body to yours. He touched your face, kissed your lips and pressing his forehead to yours, he asked:

‘Yeh ready, darling?’

‘Yes.’ you answered, feeling a ticklish feeling at the bottom of your belly.

He slowly entered himself inside of you, checking your reaction. He asked if everything is okay and if he can continue. The burning feeling of him stretching you out made you feel a little uncomfortable for a moment, but once he started to move his hips, the feeling went away. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your hands to his back. He panted heavily to your ear, exhaling his hot breath against your skin. He stopped for a moment, tightening his eyelids.

‘Yeh so tight ‘round m’cock… Doing me too much good... ‘ he took a moment to calm himself down and then continued once again. He moved steadily, slowly increasing the tempo. ‘Come on, ‘lil girl… Come for meh…’ when you heard his low, raspy voice, you felt tingling in your belly. The tension was building up and you felt it was close.

‘I’m coming…’ you whispered into his ear.

‘Louder baby, wanna hear yeh…’ he said pounding into you fast.

‘I’m coming! Oh Harry!’ you moaned arching your back and curling your toes as the orgasm spread through your body. Your muscles tightened around him and you heard his groans of pleasure.

He sank into your arms, both of you panting heavily. You kissed his cheek and buried your hand in his curls. You both enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, eyes closed, limbs entwined together. Harry put a blanket over your bodies to prevent you from getting cold.

‘Thank you for trusting me.’ he said, looking into your eyes. You were laying on your sides, staring into each other’s eyes.

‘Thank you for taking care of me…’ you said. ‘I was so terrified because my previous… Intercourses weren’t enjoyable at all. But you changed it. You changed everything… You turned my world upside down.’ you said, caressing his cheek and ear.

‘Pleasure is mine.’ he replied with a smile pulling you in closer.

You felt so peaceful and relaxed. The room was dark but the few candles that Harry lit up earlier. You could feel his hand gently touching your skin all over your body. You were almost asleep when you heard his voice again.

‘Yeh know… Tha’ lil’ performance of mine from earlier… I meant it… I mean… I sang straight from m’heart… I love yeh…’he confessed, looking straight into your sleepy eyes. His thumb was stroking your cheek as he waited for any reply.

‘I love you too, Harry.’ you answered without hesitation, but you weren’t quite sure if this was happening for real or if it was just another dream.

You hid your face in his chest, slowly drifting away to sleep. For the first time in your life you felt safe... and loved.

Did yeh like it, pet?

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