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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one with the terrible first date

Hi! So if you were wondering I was thinking of structuring the page like the stories with ‘the one with...’ being in chronological order. Obviously it’s totally fine to dip in & out whenever & to whichever story but I’ll refer back to events or things that happened in previous pieces. However, if you guys had specific requests whether they’re about one of the ‘the one with...’ stories or just in general I was thinking of doing some blurbs or mini one shots potentially connected to one of the stories if you just dropped me a message of what you were thinking. I hope this makes sense!

Anyway, enjoy this disastrous first date :) xx

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Ever since the party 10 days ago Harry and I had been in contact almost nonstop. We’d only spent a matter of hours chatting that night, but I felt like I’d managed to gain some sort of understanding of him as a person in that time; whilst I was kind of right about that, in the days we’d been texting and sharing the occasional phone call, I was starting to realise what a genuinely kind-hearted guy he really was.

Each call or initiating message from him always started asking about me: how I was, how my day had been, what I was going to be doing the next day. Somehow he also managed to shift the focus off himself to me, making me feel like not only did he really care about the answers to these queries, but that I was the centre of his attention.

Therefore, when one Tuesday evening (after a particularly boring day trawling through a couple of scripts sent to me by my agent) Harry asked if I wanted to ‘go out sometime over the weekend’ I felt an eruption of butterflies in my tummy and a stupidly big grin take over my features.

‘yeah, that’d be cool :)’ I replied, trying to vastly underplay the amount of ‘cool’ it would be.

‘great :D’ He responded, ‘what are you doing saturday night? would you maybe wanna come round mine?’

‘that sounds like fun, do you want me to bring anything? we could have a movie night or something’ I texted back, already starting to feel slightly overcome with excitement as my hands felt a little sweaty as they tightly grasped my phone.

‘you let me worry about everything! send me your address and i’ll pick you up at 6:30, just bring yourself and your beautiful face ;)’

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“What are you gonna wear, then?” Saoirse questioned, leaning back against my headboard with her legs crossed out in front of her. I stood with my hands clamped to my hips, nearly half my wardrobe strewn out across the floor as I’d panicked earlier to find something to wear Saturday.

“Well, that’s the million pound question, isn’t it?” I huffed, pushing my hair out of my face as I inspected the various items of clothing cluttering up my bedroom carpet. “I don’t actually know what we’re doing so how am I supposed to know what to wear!”

Saoirse let out a little laugh as she swung her legs off the bed, pushing herself away from the mattress to stand beside me. “Okay, no need to get stressy. We’ve got the rest of the evening and all of tomorrow if we need it so just calm down.” She soothed, gently placing her hands on my arms as she guided me to take a seat on the bed. “What about this?” She questioned, leaning down and retrieving an emerald green knitted jumper from the pile and holding it up to her chest. “You could wear it with a skirt, or some trousers, jeans maybe. It would look really cute. Brings out your eyes.” Her words seemed to flow like a stream of conscious, her mind running away with her as she chucked it onto the bed beside me. I gathered it, holding it on my lap. It was my favourite jumper, but did it really shout first date?

“Those jeans are nice.” I spoke, leaning over the little rail at the end of my bed and pointing down to a blue pair of jeans. Saoirse glanced up at me, her eyebrows pulled together. “Um, no.” Was all she responded with.

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“Right, so you’re both going to the cinema and then having some food?” My aunt, Rose, confirmed, hands submerged in the sink as she washed up the dishes. I nodded tentatively. I’d lived with her long enough for her to see straight through me and now exactly when I was lying; thus I hoped if I kept my speech to a bare minimum I may be able to get away with it. “Alright, well I hope you and Saoirse have a nice time, say hello to her for me.” Rose smiled, glancing at me before returning to her task. I released a silent breath before leaving the kitchen, going to the front door.

At 6:28 I wanted to be at the front of the drive to avoid anyone from the house seeing Harry picking me up. As far as they knew, Saoirse and I were having a friend date and that’s all they needed to know.

“Bye!” I shouted behind me as I pulled the door closed, zipped up my blue puffer jacket and ran down the two porch steps and stood at the end of the drive. With my hands stuffed in my pockets to protect me from the late winter chill, I tried to shield my face as best I could in the top of my jacket.

I’d barely been standing there five minutes before a car slowed in front of me, the passenger window lowering and a head popping out over the passenger seat. I bent my knees a little to allow me to see inside the car.

“Hiya! Sorry I’m a little late. I think it’s the universe’s law that if you’re going somewhere for a certain time, every single red light has to hit you first.” Harry chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for the handle of the driver’s door.

“It’s fine! Don’t worry.” I giggled, reaching for the handle of the passenger door. “Only like two-”

“Wait!” Harry squawked, shooting out of the car at the speed of light and running round in time to gently bat my hand away from the handle. “That’s my job.” He grinned, pulling open the door and gesturing with his hand for me to get in. I blushed a deep crimson. Fingers crossed he couldn’t see as I nipped into the car.

“Thank you.” I spoke shyly as he himself got back into the driver’s seat. He shot me a smirk as he started the car again.

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I let m’lady open a door for herself?” Harry joked, adopting a both accent as he drove away from the front of my house. The butterflies that had been dancing away inside my tummy since Tuesday suddenly became a frenzied explosion at his words; how on earth was I supposed to come with him saying things like this the rest of the night?

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Harry’s little apartment was warm an cozy - a needed escape from the frosty outside. It was small and quaint, but what more could you expect of a 17 year old, really?

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Harry spoke, flicking on the light to illuminate a modestly decorated studio flat. He closed the door, removing his coat as he gestured to take mine too.

“Thank you.” I repeated in the same tone as before, shimmying out of my jacket.

“So I made us dinner, and we can watch something afterwards if you still wanted to. But let me just put the food back in the oven to warm it up, yeah?” He smiled, his hand ghosting over the the bottom of my back as a way to guide me through the flat.

“It already smells really nice in here.” I complimented, breathing in the aromas of the food he’d obviously prepared earlier.

“Ye haven’t tried it yet.” Harry jested with a little laugh. “But thanks, it’s one of my mum’s recipes I think. She told me it would be a good thing to make for a first date.” He explained, placing two covered dishes into the oven and turning it on.

“Can I ask what it is, or is it a surprise?” I questioned, attempting to glance under the foil before the oven was promptly closed.

“Oi, no it’s a surprise!” He interjected, quickly moving his body in front of the oven. There was only a matter of inches between our faces, causing (for the second but most certainly not the last time) a blush to sweep my cheeks. “Right let’s see what film we can start while we wait for that to heat up.” His voice was far softer than usual, his eyes momentarily darting between mine and my lips.

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I sat on his little sofa, flicking through the little booklet of DVDs he had stored.

“When In Rome?” I questioned with a little laugh. “What’s a guy like you doing with a film like that?” I teased, looking up at him as he stood in front of the telly, hands holding the remote.

“Heyyy,” Harry laughed, voice a little whiney. “I can be in touch with my feminine side, you know. I actually quite enjoy the odd RomCom.” He said, taking a seat next to me, his knee grazing the side of my jean covered leg.

“Sorry.” I giggled, continuing to flick through the pages. “Just never put you down for someone like that.” I shrugged.

“Oh? Then what kinda person did you put me down for then?” He smirked, leaning back into the sofa, his head propped in his hand as he elbow rested on the back of the cushion.

“I don’t really know, maybe like every other teenage boy: too cool for this, and too busy with girls for that.” My words were intended as a joke, but there was a little part of me that perhaps thought there was some truth in it.

“No, no, no, definitely not.” Harry shook his head and sending his curls in every which direction, sitting up straighter. “My mother taught me to respect women, taught me to be kind to others and that you’re never too good for anything.” He said. A smile formed on my lips. He really was a true gentleman, wasn’t he?

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“And then it just kinda went from there.” Harry summarised, sipping from the glass bottle of coke. “Just went on there as myself but I think it’s pretty cool I’ve come out in a band. Who knows, could be the next Beatles.” He laughed. “Nah, we may get somewhere but nothing like them. They’re legends.”

Before I could reply, my nose scrunched in displeasure at the new waft of smells assaulting my nostrils. “What’s tha-” The shrill beeping noise of the fire alarm cut me off.

“Shit!” Harry shouted, leaping up from the sofa and dashing towards the oven. As he wrenched open the oven door, a pillow of smoke tumbled out, causing him to cover his mouth and nose with his elbow as he attempted to turn off any heat source making the situation worse. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” He chanted to himself, grabbing the oven gloves and pulling the two dishes out of the oven, placing them on the side and pulling of the foil covering. “Well that looks delicious.” He sarcastically observed, standing to the side as I walked up next to him. The food was entirely black, charred beyond belief.

“Oh my god, Harry.” I pursed my lips together to prevent the laugh that was attempting to escape. “I’m sorry. I thought it was gonna be really nice.” I cleared my throat, wafting the air around with my hand.

“You can laugh.” Harry spoke with a grin, bumping his hip into mine playfully. This seemed to unleash the giggles that had been hiding in my throat. “I just wanted to impress you.” He quietly whined. I slowly calmed down, holding out my arms in a offered hug. He pushed the oven gloves off his hands, walking towards me and wrapping his arms around my wait as mine encircled the back of his neck.

“You don’t need to try and impress me, Harry.” I spoke quietly, my lips near his ear. “I wanted to come on this date because I like you, not because I think you’re the next Jamie Oliver.”

“Well I clearly showed that’s not in the near future, didn’t I!” He chuckled, his chest rumbling a little against mine.

“Let’s just order a pizza or something, yeah?” I offered, pulling away enough to see his face before he eagerly nodded.

“You go sit down, I’ll get you another coke and I’ll order the pizza.” He smiled, quickly stealing a kiss from my cheek before he released me. “Anything in particular you want?”

“Honestly anything, just not mushrooms.” I replied, turning around and taking my place on the sofa once more.

“No mushrooms? Are you like 5?” He joked, shooting me a wink as he picked up the phone to order the replacement food. I just giggled, shaking my head at him.

He quickly ordered the pizza, going to the fridge and retrieving another bottle of coke. “Here ye go. Thanks for not freaking out about the food.” He smiled, getting a bottle opener to remove the top before walking in the direction of the sofa. What he hadn’t foreseen was that, in his panic to get to the oven only moments before, he’d managed to move the edge of the carpet into a folded position.

“Har-” I began but before anything else could leave my lips his sock covered toes connected with the dislodged carpet. His eyes widened in shock as he tripped forward towards the sofa, his hands going out to protect his fall, the bottle of coke flying forwards and spilling all over me. I shot up from the sofa, gasping at the sudden event.

“Oh my god! Oh my- Fuck, Y/N I’m so so so so sorry!” He panicked, jumping to his feet and approaching me with his hands held out to do something, yet he didn’t know what to do.

“Um... it’s okay... uh do you have a towel or something before it goes everywhere?” I asked, looking down at my soaking jeans and the darkened material of the bottom half of my green jumper.

“Uh, of course, yeah, let me just grab one.” Harry quickly ran off into the bathroom, coming back a second later with a towel. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. God this is terrible.” He muttered the second part of his sentence, handing me the towel as he stared at me. I wrapped it around myself, trying to soak up any of the liquid it could. “Here, let me get you something to change into. Can’t be sat there in those now.”

“Harry, it’s fine, honest-”

“No! I’ve been a twat, one sec.” Again he dashed off, coming back a moment later with a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

“Thanks, Harry.” I gave me a reassuring smile as I took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change. As I closed the door I could see him sat on the dry part of the sofa, head in hands. Poor boy. I looked at myself in the mirror, silently laughing to myself. This was certainly not how I was expecting tonight to go!

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“God I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” Harry spoke, both our bellies now full with pizza as he walked with me to the door, grabbing both our jackets. I giggled at him as I put my jacket back on.

“Seriously, Harry, don’t worry about it. I’m literally the clumsiest person ever. It could have happened to anyone.” I replied.

“Really, the clumsiest?”

“Okay,” I laughed. “The second clumsiest.” I jested, gently poking him with my elbow. “But you could do something to make it up.” I shyly added, avoiding eye contact. I could see his head snap in my direction.

“Anything! Yes, what is it?” He asked, stepping a little closer, but still remaining respectful with at least a few feet between us.

“You could give me a goodnight kiss.” I looked at his face, watching as his features seemed to light up.

“You still want to kiss me after I burned the food and tried to drown you in coke?” He asked, tone somewhat hopeful as he closed a little more of the space between us. I simply nodded my head, a little smile curving my lips.

Harry’s grin remained prominent, his hands gentle as that came onto my waist, removing all the distance that was left between us. The intensity of his stare I had felt at the party was back, but I didn’t really have time to process it before we were both slowly leaning in to one another.

His lips slowly pressed against my lips. The warmth of his skin against mine and the way neither of our mouths were entirely closed due to the fact we couldn’t stop grinning sent shivers shooting across my skin. His right hand left my waist, moving to cup my left cheek. My arms went around his middle, a sigh of pleasure leaving my lips as he pulled away, just enough to put a small amount of space between us so he could look me in the eye.

I think I could get used to that.

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onlycags · 4 years

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Birthday Boy | Çağlar Söyüncü

*Since it’s my boy’s birthday today and I had some inspiration… [originally posted 23 May 2020]

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You had been planning Çağlar’s birthday for months and everything was all ready to go.

He didn’t have to be up early that morning and you were glad he was a heavy sleeper so your way-too-early-for-a-Saturday-morning alarm wouldn’t wake him. It was still a bit dark outside, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon to leak into your windows and you looked over at his sleeping frame illuminated in the early morning light. A little over a year together and you still couldn’t get enough of him, especially when he looked like this.

You got out of the bed you shared, resisting the urge to kiss him, and made your way down to the kitchen. You’d been practicing traditional Turkish breakfast dishes with the help of his mum through FaceTime, the two of you talking and laughing like she was your own mother while she showed you how to make everything. It had been the best experience these last few months and you’d always looked forward to her calls when Çağlar was at training.

The cheeses, jams and spreads, and bread were all sliced up and ready to go - now all that was left was to boil the water for tea and make the Sucuklu yumurta.

Çağlar woke up to an empty bed, the sound and smell of breakfast making him curious. He smiled to himself at the mental image of you in the kitchen and before he could stop himself, he was padding down to the kitchen in search of you and the delicious smells.

“Çağlar!” You squealed when he hugged you from behind, dropping kisses on your neck. “You’re supposed to be in bed!”

“Missed you,” was all he said, popping a perfectly-cubed piece of cheese into his mouth. You took a moment to admire his bare torso, taking in the fresh ink he’d gotten the week before that was just for you, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

Çağlar shot you a look when he caught you staring and you smiled up at him, shaking your head as you turned back to the eggs and sausage.

“YN,” Çağlar said, catching your attention again. He had a dollop of Nutella on his thumb and he was coming towards you with a gleam in his eye.

“What are you doing?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Stay still,” he ordered, brushing his Nutella-covered thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath caught in your throat when he tilted your chin up so he could kiss you, licking and sucking the spread off your lips. “Mm,” he hummed when he finally broke the kiss, his eyes dark with need.

“Çağlar,” you breathed, cheeks flushed and your breathing heavy. “The sucuklu yumurta is going to burn.”

In a flash, he turned off the stove, his hands on your hips as he guided you to the countertop, lifting you up. “It’s not going to burn now,” he retorted, a cheeky grin on his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, breathless as Çağlar reached for the hem of your t-shirt.

“I’m eating breakfast,” he replied casually as he pulled the shirt over your head and cupped your tits in his hands. You whimpered as he put his mouth on your sensitive nipples, taking his time with them.

“This isn’t fair,” you whined as Çağlar laid you back. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be making you feel good.”

You gasped when you felt something in your bellybutton, looking down to realize Çağlar was placing various cubes of cheese and spreads on your body - molasses on one of your nipples, Nutella on the other. “You are making me feel good, YN. You made me breakfast and now I’m eating it.” Çağlar held your gaze as one of his hands dipped underneath your panties for a second to collect the juices he already knew were pooled between your legs. “Nefis,” he murmured as he sucked on his fingers. Yummy.

You couldn’t stop writhing around as Çağlar put his mouth on you, making little moans of satisfaction as he ate cheese from your body. “Çağlar,” you moaned, trying to thread your fingers through his hair but he stopped you.

“Stay still,” he ordered, nibbling on your earlobe. “I’m not done yet.”

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You were an achy, dripping mess by the time Çağlar was done with you. He had fed you while he ate off of you, letting you lick and suck his fingers that he dipped in the spreads or kissing you with cubes of cheese in his mouth.

“Breakfast was delicious,” he whispered in your ear before helping you up off the counter, pulling you flush against him so he could kiss you again. “Thanks, love.”

“I’m going to need a shower,” you said, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

Çağlar made a noise in the back of his throat, taking your hand and practically dragging you to the bathroom. He tried to set you up on the counter next to the sink but you shot him a look. Instead, you reached for his sweatpants and tugged them down, biting your lower lip when his cock sprang free and you realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You held his gaze as you slid off your panties and sashayed over to the bathtub, bending over to turn on the water while giving Çağlar the perfect view of your ass and dripping pussy.

You let out a half-whimper-half-gasp when Çağlar smacked your ass and grabbed it, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. “I like the view,” he said, sliding his hand between your legs.

“You’ll like it a lot better in a few minutes,” you promised, smirking at the thought of what you were going to do next.

When the water finally warmed up and the two of you climbed in the shower, you sank to your knees, trailing kisses down his torso as you made your way to his cock. He moaned as you kissed your way up his shaft, ending with a kiss to the tip. When you took his length in your mouth, Çağlar threaded his fingers in your hair to set the pace.

You let him use you how he wanted, tears springing to your eyes as he forced you to take all of him, your nose brushing his stomach while you choked on his cock and you felt him all the way back in your throat. Çağlar muttered a string of Turkish as he sped up the pace, his body tensing as he reached his high and came down the back of your throat with your name on his lips. He dragged you up, his hand on your jaw to keep you from swallowing his cum just yet.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you played with it and some dribbled down your chin. “Swallow for me.” The heat in his gaze made your pussy wet as he soaped up the washcloth and started running it over your body. “Good girl.”

He was hard again by the time the two of you ended the shower and Çağlar still couldn’t get enough. Both of you were barely dry when he ripped off your towel and bent you over the counter.

“Eyes in the mirror,” he ordered, grinning when your gaze met his in the mirror.

“You’ve got training soon,” you reminded him, gasping as he slapped your ass.

“What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets,” he reprimanded, kissing the nape of your neck. “And right now, I want you.” He slammed into you and you cried out as you tried to grab onto the counter. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he hissed, his fingers digging into your hips in such a way that you knew you’d have bruises the next day.

His name was a breathy whimper on your lips as your pussy spasmed around him, your legs shaking as you came. Çağlar watched you cum in the mirror, the look on your face and the moans you made triggering his own orgasm.

You gasped as he pulled out of you, your pussy clenching around his cock making him chuckle. “You know I have training soon,” he said, echoing your words from earlier as he turned you around to kiss you deeply while he slipped a hand between your legs again. “Make sure this pussy is ready for me when I get back.”

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You texted Madders when Çağlar was on his way to Belvoir Drive, your excitement building. Madders had promised to distract your boyfriend after training so you could decorate Çağlar’s place and make sure everyone arrived early for the surprise.

True to his word, James was able to convince Çağlar to go out for a birthday drink with him and Ben, the trio going to one of their favourite pubs in Leicester. James kept looking at his phone the entire time, but Çağlar thought nothing of it.

By the time the three boys made their way over, Çağlar was slightly tipsy and all he wanted to do was bury his cock deep in your pussy, not realizing that you’d had other plans.

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“SURPRISE!”

Çağlar was greeted at the door by the massive cheering, everyone coming out from behind couches and various other hiding spots. The whole Leicester team seemed to be present, Ben and James sharing guilty looks at the Turk’s glare, both of them placing blame on you so as not to be tortured unnecessarily.

You watched from an inconspicuous corner in the room as Çağlar made his way through everyone, shaking hands and offering hugs to everyone who had come to wish him a happy birthday. His eyes were shining when he finally spotted you, ambling over to you with an incredulous look on his face.

“You did all of this for me?” He asked, awestruck.

“Of course I did,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. “I wanted to give you the best birthday possible.”

Çağlar held you tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck so nobody could see the happy tears of emotion he was trying so hard not to let fall. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, kissing you deeply.

“I know,” you replied, a cheeky smirk on your face as you grabbed his hand. “C’mon - let’s go cut the cake!”

After a round of singing and cake-cutting, everyone started to share stories and memories about Çağlar. You were fascinated to learn more about the man at your side, just when you thought you knew everything about him. Çağlar held your hand the rest of the evening, taking you with him wherever he went; barely leaving your side.

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“Thank you for the perfect birthday,” Çağlar murmured after everyone had left and it was just the two of you, pulling you into him and kissing your temple. “I had the best time.”

“Of course,” you replied, staring up at him as you cupped his cheek in your hand. “İyi ki doğdun.” Happy birthday.

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aggresivelyfriendly · 6 years

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Chapter 27- Homecoming

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"Come on, Angel! Open them up. Let me see those baby blue eyes, baby." I could hear the chuckle he was suppressing at his 'joke.'

I was playing a game where I was still sleeping although Harry knew the minute my breathing had changed and pounced.

"Melly, I can tell you are awake. And my mum made me baked French toast. Baked! Baby! They are like pudding for breakfast, and I really want to eat them, but I can't leave without you." He was lying beside me our fronts facing each other. I'd woken up in the night to him sprawled all over me once. I'd woken up to him a second time sleepily searching for my skin. His lips had fitted below my ear and he had gently kissed me. The kisses had deepened to a suck and then he was roving over the back of my neck and the shoulders completely uncovered by my tank top. When he gripped the loose bun I had my hair in and pressed hot lips to my panting mouth, I'd given in.

I hadn't let him touch me before bed in his mum's house, not the way he wanted to.

The meeting had gone well and we had got on immediately. Anne told me her favorite book was 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' and I'd told her I'd actually brought it on tour, because it was my favorite too and we had been off.

"It's odd that both of us identify so intensely with a girl from a totally different time and place than both of us." I'd wondered aloud.

"Maybe it just means that be both are empathetic and see beauty everywhere!" She surmised and squeezed my shoulders.

Gemma had told me all about her new position with Lush and since cosmetics was obstensibly my job, we had lots in common too. We were gushing about shampoo bars and k beauty products and when she mentioned a haircut she wanted. We were both showing each other pictures moments later and then she was pulling my braid out and playing with my hair.

Harry had sat on the couch with his step dad and talked quietly and looked over often, totally pleased with the giggles he was hearing.

Before he left for stage, he had come over to hug me close. I stiffened for just a second until I melted against him like a ice lolly on a beach sidewalk. "Mum likes you!" He sounded happy and relieved and I wondered if he had been hiding his own nerves at this clash of emotional titans in his life, but pretending to be chill to alleviate my nerves. "We can stay there tonight, not the hotel?"

I realized then, that he was gonna go back with me, if things didn't go smoothly. I swallowed the butterflies in my throat so they were back at home in my belly for this boy and nodded.

When we left the arena, I rode with the family, squashed between Harry and Gemma with his hand playing with my fingers on my thigh. It was the most touching I'd tried to allow in his mother's house. It was mostly a losing battle with Mr. octopus but his across my shoulder and his heart on my sleeve seemed to be ok.

His mother had kissed both of his cheeks and one of mine when she sent us up to bed, not a word indicating she expected me to sleep anywhere but with her son. I'd been gathering my things to change in the bathroom when he had smoothed his hands up my back and kissed the skin just below my occipital notch. It was his favorite part of my neck he had told me one night. "I like that my nose presses deeper in your hair. It always smells lovely." He'd said, and I'd swooned. He caught me.

That night he started there with an agenda. "Can we pick up where we left off at the hotel?" His hands were on the hem of my dress and he was shimmying it up. My neck was rolling around to the beat his lips had set, but I still had some wits about me.

"No, H! I've gotta go change!" I'd thrust the t-shirt and shorts in my hands up knocking one is his paws off my hip where he had ridden my dress up.

"Good. Let me help," he murmured putting his thumbs in the hip sides of my panties and releasing them down my legs.

I'd widened my knees to keep them on but had given Harry the wrong idea with that as his hands found my dampening core. "No, baby, we can't here."

"But you're already sodden." He pointed out, like that ended the discussion.

"Yeah, obviously," I moaned while he rutted his cock between my now bare ass cheeks. He'd bent me forward over his childhood bed and was going down to his knees when I remembered myself. I stepped forward and let my dress fall from where is was bunched at my waist and turned to him. "We can't do it at your mum's"

"We did it at yours." He was breathing heavy, his chest going up and down like I wished I could be. My favorite ride in the merry go round.

"That's different! I just met—"

"I'd just met them, Angel! And your dad gave me the evil eye the next morning. You were loud."

I fish mouthed at him, and he mocked the face. "I didn't mean to be!" I gawped.

"I know, you're not used to being quiet. You never had to be. Didn't sneak around when you were young and lived with them. Used to us having our own hotel suite to scream down. So, you just let it out."

"Well that convinced me!" I tried to push passed him to the toilet to change.

"No, I love it!" He caught me. Hugging me to him and I could still feel his hard length against me. "I like making you noisy and that you never learned to control it. I don't want you to."

"You are not convincing me to let you touch me!" I stomped to the bathroom.

I came back to the bedroom to his cheeky smile and him posted up in his bed. He took my hand and pulled me over him to straddle his lap.

"This is not happening," I promised him, I pecked his lips and he tried to keep me in place while I slithered off him to lay down away from the dangers of his lap.

He pouted and that bottom lip had magical powers, but the idea that his mom might hear me, because apparently I had volume issues, was terrifying enough that my arousal was waning. I figured it would keep until we were back in a hotel home.

It didn't, when he sleepily began loving on me, I was no longer aware enough of our surroundings to stop him. So, I didn't.

We had been with one another in what I thought at that time was lots of ways, most of my forays into the sexual void had been carried out in a bed or shower. Also, there was that one time on the couch. it was usually before or sometimes after a show. We had never made sleepy love where we were too tired, or in this case, not alone enough, to make the conscious decision to. Our bodies made the decision for us in the bed Harry spent half his adolescence.

Maybe the smell of me in his nostrils and the warmth of my body pressed to him woke a deeper part of him. The romantic in me liked to think so. That one part of him he wasn't always in the know about still knew about me. And I recognized him in this way too. I liked to think that he made his way into me that night as an acting out of or inner selves need to connect after an important day for our relationship. Cementing our places in each other's lives, hearts, and families.

Harry's mouth found the sweet spots on my neck. Those pieces of me directly connected to the sweeter spots lower down and hidden by my shorts. His arms were already around me, one in the depression between my neck and shoulder, the other slung over my side lying waist. When his mouth migrated across my upper back and over my neck, his hands were headed home too. They found their respite underneath my sleep shorts in the hearth of my body and beneath my tank top near the heart. My shirt was pushed over my breast as he clutched them with clumsy warm fingers searching for a peak. We hiked to find the peak together and my shorts were pushed to my feet where I shuffled them off. He guided my thigh over his own and pressed home to a warm welcome. It was slow, and felt like it could last all night, just a slow dance nobody wanted to end.

All slurred kisses and dreamlike stroke, lyrical, syncopated and slow. Until we reached the top together without even a conscious decision or will to find it. We followed our bodies entwining trail to the pinnacle of each other and fallen softly off it to be buoyed back by the mattress beneath us and nod back off while our bodies disconnected themselves without severing the links in the chain that wrapped us together.

Did I wake up? Really? During the the sleepy fuck he gave me, I'm sure it wasn't a dream, as I lied there pretending I was asleep while my whole body colors in a blush. It was no dream. At least not in the literal sense; I can feel a tenderness between my thighs. Though my body gratefully accepted him every time, I was never able to disregard his presence thereafter. His size and vigor left a mark. I relished the reminder. I felt like the most willing hostage, though I was a little embarrassed that I could so surely say no and be vetoed by my own bodies' need for him.

"Angel, wake up. I don't want to go without you. I can't leave while you are holding me like this."

My eyes pop open then.

"Ah! There they are!" He smoothed a hand over the bags under my sleep heavy eyes.

"Who's holding you?" I look between us and he leaned over me. If anything it was like he was holding me down to the bed.

"Well, I don't wanna go anywhere else, least not without you." He dimpled. "You may as well have tied me down." He put his wrists together like they were manacled and some hidden knowledge surfaced in my brain of such a thing, and I bite my lip and blush at the image accompanying it. His tongue licked the side of his grin, the smirky side and I pushed his knowing face away.

"Nobodies holding you by anything but your hormones!"

"Well, you excite those! So look what you've done!" He splayed his hands wide in a ta-da.

I pushed away his smug face. He knew he was cute and that I wanted to tie him down, figuratively of course. I started to get up and had to dig beneath the blankets to find my shorts. I blew out my breath at how unsinkable our attraction could be.

"You're a randy fucker, ya know that?"

"Well, those two things go together yeah?"

"Shut it, mate!" I pulled on a jumper to go down to feed his other insatiable appetite. "Well, let's go find your French toast. Pudding for breakfast, honestly, Niall is right. You have the mentality of a five year old!"

I put my hands on my hip when I see him silently shaking with laughter. "Well? I thought you were hungry?"

"Um, you may want to..." He trailed off and flicked his finger at the side of my neck. The one he was ardently attending to in the long watches of the night.

"Harry!" I admonished before I was even sure if I knew what he meant. I ran to the bathroom across the hall hearing his laughter ring out behind me. Sure enough, there on my neck was a large purple mark in the shape of his stupid puffy ass lips.

"How am I supposed to face your mother?" I said flying back to the room to find him giggling on the bed. Here I was happy that the love we had made was of the quiet variety, but his parents would know what we'd were up to, no-soundtrack needed, because he had provided a strong visual for them. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Harry had made a miniature of his lust on my neck.

"You could." He took a huge gulp of air while he tried to compose himself. "Cover it up," He finished dissolving because he knew that wouldn't work. I picked up a pillow and begin to beat his face in with it.

"How? It's huge!"

"I wasn't trying to!" He scrambled up and grabbed his own pillow coming over the other side of the bed to give me a couple waps back. "I was asleep!" He giggled.

"You were awfully handsy for a sleeping person Harry!"

I screamed as he tackled me down, throwing the pillow to the side after a rather solid whack to my shoulder.I grabbed for his discarded bag of feathers and used both hands to hit him with pillows as he tries to tickle me through the fray.

"You can wear a sweatshirt!" He guffaws, and I'm thinking that just may work when I realize it's too late.

Gemma bursts into the room. "What the hell are you two up to?" She asks, though there is no explanation, or way to cover my neck without making the situation even more awkward.

"Harry Edward Styles! Get off that poor girl!" His mother's voice sounded more northern than I've ever heard it. And Harry obeyed like the instinct to listen to his mother has been so well-bred into his bone he couldn't deny her decree.

Immediately, he stood up and gave her a simultaneously cheeky and contrite. "Morning Mum!"

And left me on my back, on his bed, with my jumper rucked up from his squirming fingers and my shorts smushed, hair a bedraggled mess and worst of all, uncovered hickey on my neck. With the image it conveyed, she may as well have walked in on him giving it to me.

I Swallowed my substantial embarrassment to stand up and see Harry's pink face, Gemma's suppressed laughter, Robin's smirk from the hallway and, in a lovely turn of events, a soft look on Anne's face. I must have been beet red, a lingering side effect from the tickles I could never get him to stop going for, but mostly from the fact that I was humiliated.

"Harry." There was an edge to Anne's voice when she spoke. "Go downstairs and make your girlfriend her tea and a plate while she cleans up the mess you made!"

It felt like a hug and I saw a glimpse again of where the deep well from whence Harry's considerate nature sprung. She didn't actually touch me, but that was maybe because she could tell that would make me want to retract even further into my shell. They all left quietly and I sat on the bed and put my face in my palms trying to find the guts to head down to breakfast. I was humiliated. Why yes, I just had sex with your son under your roof, now serve me food Mrs. Twist.

A soft knock sounded at the door and Gemma came in when I bid her to. She handed me a sweatshirt.

"Here." And it dawned on me that it would cover my vampire bruise.

"Thanks!" I smiled up at her like she'd given me a warm mug after a cold day.

"Course." She was near to the door when she said "Don't be embarrassed. Mum's likely to blame it all on Harry. He's a cheeky ass!"

"I'm sure I didn't say no." I chuckled under my breath at myself.

"Yeah, well, nobody can tell him those words. He's an insufferable brat, but charming and lovely, and he is so loyal and fierce about the ones he loves!" She smiled to me and I could tell she included me in the number and headed down the stairs.

Insufferable brat he most certainly was, but all mine.

And now everybody in our world knew I was his too.

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