Our bare bodies were magnetized under the duvet, just as our lips were. Lying face-to-face, I studied every detail of him from his messy hair, sparkling emerald eyes and his perfect smile to his inked skin. My fingertips lightly traced along the tattoos that decorated his torso. This seemed to please Harry, as a smile slowly spread in response.




This one is my favorite,” The palm of my hand crept under the duvet, met at the large butterfly permanently marked on his toned stomach. My hand was grasped, our fingers intertwined as he brought them from beneath the bedspread to his mouth to leave gentle kisses on the back of it. Then, he kissed my lips before quickly sitting up.




“Charlie.”




My face screwed up in concentration as my eyes followed his every move.




“As much as I would love to just lie here, we've got somewhere to be.”




I sat up and stretched, holding the duvet tightly against my naked chest. I reached over to the bed table and checked my phone for the time.




“Harry, it's nearly midnight.




He looked at me, smiled and said, “I know.”




“Let's go have a shower.”




He stood in front of me, bare and all. Stretching out his hand, he helped me from the bed. I bit my lip, head hung low as he now treaded behind me to the bathroom. The cold wooden floors forced me to walk on the very tip of my toes. His hands found my waist upon entering the bathroom. I stood shyly in the corner as he ran the water. I leaned against his marble sink, watching him closely in admiration.




“Come here.”

(Harry's POV)

She felt the temperature of the water before stepping in. I followed in after her. I was stood behind her, face hidden in the crook of her neck. My soapy hands slid all over her mesmerizing body. I twisted her hips around so she was facing me; I needed to feel her lips against mine. She reached up and stroked my wet hair collecting it between her fingers, very lightly tugging it as my lips tended to her neck.




Her one hand had braced the shower wall, as I lifted her right leg to massage her throbbing clit. My mouth gradually worked its way down to her chest. A combination of teeth and tongue massaged the peaks of her breast. Broken sighs escaped her lungs, eyes shut and she had rolled her head to the side. Her hands were now at the back of my neck, urging me to kiss her. Soon, our kisses became more intense, almost desperate and my hand never left her most intimate part. She allowed more labored moans to liberate from her sweet lips directly into the heated kiss.




I was taken back when I felt her soft hands wrap around my penis. My hands immediately swept her hair back so I could see her better and follow her movements. Slowly, she began to stroke but as she sped up, she then, leveled herself. Her icy blue eyes gazed up at me. She pursed her pink lips into a smile before kissing the tip. Her tongue left a hot, wet line going down the shaft. She shut her eyes before taking almost my entire length into the shallow depths of her mouth.




My forceful nature kicked in and I nudged her head roughly, urging her to take me deeper. She stopped and withdrew.




“Harry,” she whined. Blue orbs looking up at me innocently. I knew inwardly, she was contemplating on if she should continue or stop now. Of course I wanted her to continue so I had to subtly let her know that I'd be on my best behavior.




“I'm sorry, Charlie.”




She gave me a warm, forgiving smile and that right there, was enough to get her to not quit on me.




Her blue eyes focused on me again, before engulfing my entirety. My head dropped, a series of swears fell from my mouth in murmurs. Her free hand raked against my stomach, a throaty, yet pained groan was let out. There were sure to be bright red stripes to make an appearance in just moments. I gently tugged at her hair in yet another attempt to get her to take me deeper. An attempt that was less rough and hurtful to her. She caught on to the gesture, and did exactly what I wanted.




“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.”




My tone was strained. I knew Charlie heard me, but I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t draw back.




“Charlie,” I warned. I tried to stop her. She only swatted me away with one of her hands. I got the impression of what she was trying to do, so I let her. She consumed all of me again.




“Shit,” I swore.




My eyes squeezed closed and my body tensed as I allowed myself to release all over the girl I love. Okay, that doesn't sound as romantic as I thought it would. Anyway, I wiped some of the remnants of my release from her face. Charlie took my fingers, and sucked them clean. She never ceases to amaze me. I helped her up and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me.




“Let's get you cleaned up.”



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(Charlie's POV)

After our shower, things were really quiet as we prepared for our little night on the town. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence. Harry left me to my thoughts which is what I wanted. It was so exhilarating watching him go to pieces under my control.




“We've had an exciting night.” I wiggled my eyebrows as we walked down the dark London street.




“That indeed,” He winked, locking our hands and swinging them, continuing our walk.




Then, a large group of girls confronted us, with cameras and large smiles. They were quiet, and seemed shy. I assumed they were fans but they were nothing like the fans I've seen on One Direction documentaries who were proven to be loud, stalker-ish and creepy. These girls seemed normal. When I considered this hurd of girls were here for Harry, I disappeared out of their sight so hopefully they wouldn't think I was associated with him.




“Can we each have a picture?”




It took about five minutes for Harry to take photos with each girl. A blonde girl even went as far as to take my picture. The flash of her camera nearly blinded me. I don't know why and I don't know how she spotted me, I was off to the side not really wanting to be seen by anyone.




For an additional seven minutes, Harry continued having some light conversation with his fans before realizing that I was off to the side freezing my ass off.




“Thank you, Harry. We love you!”





“Have a nice night. Be safe.”




I thought that was really nice of him to stop and to just talk to his fans for a bit. Not many people would do that. Well, not many people have fans. You know what I mean.




He waved goodbye to the girls and returned to my side, hands reuniting as we continued our journey to some fancy sounding restaurant. I considered it fancy since I had to wear a dress and heels, and actually do my hair and makeup. Harry wore a nice pair of dark denim trousers, a dress shirt with a pattern of navy blue hearts decorated on it, with a nice blazer on. His hair was even done up in his legendary quiff-like style.




I assumed we'd made it, once he held the door open for me.




“You are quite the gentleman,” I noted; once we were inside the warm hall of the restaurant.




I giggled as we linked arms and held our heads up, poking fun at some of the stereotypical snobbish, rich men and women of past generations. My laughs subsided as he left me alone for a bit to speak with the man in the fancy attire. I was taken back by the elegance of this place. Harry and I were only stood in the hall and I could see priceless chandelier hung in the dining hall. Beautiful designs were engrained on the walls and the hostesses looked like they had just stepped out of a Louis Vuitton advertisement. Here I was, dressed in something I bought of the clearance rack.




Then, I was greeted by the man dressed in the tux and he led both Harry and I to the dining hall.



“Bloody hell.”




The man was surprised by my profound language. I swiftly apologized and cleared my throat.




“I meant to say, ‘wow’ this place is beautiful.”




Harry chuckled at my foolishness, he grabbed my hand and together, we followed behind the man in the tuxedo who led us to our table. I tried to take in as much as I could before we sat down. I made note of the burgundy carpeted floor, the golden statues that blocked out loiterers from private parties. A little part of me was excited when we were led behind one of the intricate golden statues. It made me feel important.




Everything was so perfect until...




“It's awfully rude to show up to your ‘welcome home’ party late.” A familiar sounding voice filled my ears.




“We were a little busy.” Harry excused. I wasn't fully aware of who was speaking or what was going on. I was too busy marvelling at the beauty of this place and wondering just how I would describe this to my mum.




“Oh? And who’s this?” Finally, the voice was beginning to register in my brain and it sounded a lot like Louis Tomlinson. Harry’s bandmate.




I turned my attention to the voice that Harry was speaking with and I couldn't help but notice the four handsome faces that were sat at our table. My mouth hung open at the sight of the other four members of One Direction.




Harry had to have felt me tense up, because his eyes darted over to me almost as instantly.




“What’s your name, love?” an Irish-accented, Niall asked.




My blood ran cold and I couldn't feel any part of my body.




“Charlie, are you ok?” Harry asked.




My mouth went dry; a giant lump felt like it had been dropped to the back of my throat, hindering me from speaking. I was star-struck. It was really bad and really embarrassing. The fact that I had to remind myself to breathe occasionally, was just borderline pathetic. It wasn't until now, that I understood what “fangirling” really was.




Open your mouth and say something, you fucking idiot!




“I have to pee,” was all that I said. I mentally face-palmed myself and when I did scurry off to the bathroom, I face-palmed myself for real. My stupidity always gets the better of me.




On the bright side, I just ran away from Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne of One Direction. Yes, I. Me. Charlotte Louise Benson met One Direction.

(Harry's POV)

“Since when do we bring girls to these things?” Lou asked, sounding a bit slurred and judging by the last few drops of beer, he'd been drinking. A lot.




“I know, I know but I wanted you guys to meet her. You're going to like—”




“This isn't the first time you brought a girl here,” Zayn said.




“She's diff—”




“Does Nikki know about this girl?” Liam chimed in.




I was beginning to get really annoyed with these fellas. If I could get a full sentence out without them cutting me off, I'd explain everything to them but they just kept on attacking me with questions and rejecting everything I was trying to say.




“No, I didn't tell Nikki about her. Why would I?”




“I don't know, because she's your girlfriend.” Niall pointed out.




Just then, Charlie came strolling back over to the table with a big bright smile on her face. Judging by the beautiful smile that played on her lips, I could tell she hadn't heard a word and if she had, she was an amazing actress because I couldn’t tell.




“Don't mention any of this to her.” I spoke quietly.




“Okay, but it's going to be extremely awkward when Nikki shows up.” Louis said.

Notes

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