You're Still The One

(Harry’s POV)

I can hear music playing within the absolutely large building. The music is so loud I think I will go deaf if I go inside but I go in anyway. Fuck it. As I draw closer to the entrance, the chants of the rowdy men that populate this place are quite hard to ignore.



Entering the building, I pay the usual fee, walk inside and find an empty seat in the back. The music has stopped and the stage went dark. The loud, boisterous men sat at their seats waiting anxiously at their tables.



Suddenly, a cocktail waitress approaches me and asks me if I want anything to drink. I tell her I just want water and I swear this waitress looks an awful lot like Nikki. She flashes me a sultry smile, her long brown hair flowing down her front, partly disguising her ample breasts that she was so eager about flaunting.



She doesn’t interest me though.



I think she was a bit upset when she realized that she didn’t have my attention. Instead, it was focused on the single spotlight that suddenly shone on the woman on stage. Her head is bent forward, her golden hair falling over her face, concealing her identity.




She started to dance around the shiny pole that was the only thing besides her that occupied the large platform. The music starts to pick up, the rhythm is slow and sensual, and she grips the pole tossing her head back before engulfing the pole between her sexy legs and sliding down it. Men start to get excited when she strides down the little runway. A flirty smile assembled onto her ruby red lips. The further she comes down the runway, the more recognition rises within me. I know who she is. Charlie. Those men extend their arms to touch her and jealousy erupts. The men don’t get the chance to touch her because of how fast she glides down the walkway.



I noticed her blue eyes go ice cold when she noticed Nikki standing nearby. She stopped swaying her hips, sensually and the music stopped suddenly. She stared, horror visibly present in her eyes. I glanced at Nikki who wore a smile, somewhat satisfied that she had greatly affected Charlie but also disappointed that she hadn’t really won me over.



I watched as Charlie disappeared from the stage.



My feet start making their way to the door that leads to backstage, leaving Nikki behind. One of those really stocky guards stops me. The chap is huge and really broad so there was no getting by him. All I wanted was to find Charlie and this guy was really beginning to piss me off. His arms were seemingly bigger than my fucking head so there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would pick a fight with this guy. Though he stops me, I don’t give up. I wander around. I continue to search. I ask questions to anyone in my sight until I find Charlie.



When I find her, she’s sitting at the table in the seat I was once sitting. I join her at the table and all she does is stare at me. I notice the room that was once filled with rambunctious men was suddenly emptied. It was just me and her.



She doesn’t say a word. She just looks at me with sad eyes and then she stands, walks over to where I am seated, she positions herself on my lap, straddling me expertly and then she kisses me. Her lips are warm and soft, the kiss is simple. My emotions are building up and all I want to do is tell her how much I love her, but I also can’t break away from the kiss. My lips start to trail down the soft pathway of her neck and I stop to look at her.



“I love you,” I finally say.



She smiles but doesn’t say anything back. Instead, her ruby red lips come crashing back down on mine more intensely and I just want her as close to me as possible. My face is coincidentally nestled close to her warm, fragrant chest. My hand is resting on her stomach and I stroke upward, slowly sweeping over the valley in the middle of her breasts and then I press my mouth to the surface and I like that I’ve left her at a loss for words. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I know I’m doing something right. My lips track back up her neck and my teeth gently draw at her skin. A soft little whimper escapes her and I’m completely, one hundred percent ready to consume all of her. I’m desperate to sink deep inside her warm, welcoming body and to feel my orgasm rock through my body while inside her, but I don’t want to rush. We’re moving at her pace.




The subtle pressure her fingertips exert to my shoulder tells me that she’s enjoying everything that I’m doing.



“I want you inside me,” she whispers slowly against my ear. Her fingers start fiddling with the top of my jeans and soon she’s got them down to my ankles, boxers also, all by herself. Her small hand is gripping at my erection before her wet tongues dances over the tip.



Whoa.



I stared down at the beautiful girl kneeling in front with her soft lips wrapped around me. She stared back. Her smoldering glare made me feel like she was happy to have me here under her control.



Finally, I pull her back onto my lap, smoothing my hands down her back and I caress the soft flesh of her perfect, round butt. My fingers latch onto the thin little G-string that she danced in, it didn’t conceal her most intimate parts from those men. Parts that were only for me to see, but hundreds of others have seen too. Jealousy and possessiveness grip at my chest when I think about what I saw so I try my best to ignore it but I’m furious at her for exploiting herself like that. Her lips sweep across my jaw as if she’s sensed my hostility but it doesn’t really work.



I’m still angry with her.



I slowly thrust myself inside her and then from then on, rough, hard thrusts inside her. The way she clenches around me while I rock into her, the way her more eager cries fills my ears, the way she feels around me, my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. It feels so damn good. Not too long from there on, she was screaming moaning and groaning my name.



“Harry…Harry…Harry!”



“HARRY! Wake up, you wanker.” Louis’ voice cracked through my subconscious and I’m not too sure how I feel about that at the moment. I woke up in a heated sweat and a short gasp. With a dream like that it’s no wonder. “Get up. Shower. We have several interviews to do this morning.” It’s true. I remember discussing our busy schedule last night when we first landed in LA. We talked about interviews, photo-shoots for magazines, and our show tonight.



Work, work, work!



I waited until Louis left the room before getting out of bed so that maybe I could plop back down for a few more minutes of sleep but after taking a few shallow breaths, I managed to pull some strength to get out of bed but still struggling to recover after such a dirty dream. As an attempt to push the duvet away, my fingers brushed against my hard-on.



“Oh, fuck.”



I guess I should have expected this. For the entire three weeks that Charlie and I’ve been apart she’s occupied my dreams, never failing once to make an appearance of some kind. This time, a dark, seductive Charlie was making an appearance. It was damn sexy. I took a few more shallow breaths, also wiping the sweat that must have been beading on my brow while I slept.



I sighed, staring down at my lonely guy, grabbing a towel and some soap. Once I enter the bathroom, there’s no need to strip because I slept naked. So, all I did was hook the towel on the doorknob before locking it. I turned on the shower and instantly step under the cool spray, clenching my teeth at the icy water. The temperature of the water not only cools my body but clears me from the shitty mood I’m currently in. I miss Charlie way too much. It’s sickening. I stand under it for a bit, soaking my head and my brain from thoughts of her but it doesn’t work when my reminder of her is protruding and tingling.



After about five minutes of just relaxing, I turn up the heat. My body adjusts the shower head, I shampoo my hair, soap my body a number of times, and rinse. I roll my shoulders in circular motion to help relax myself. I grab hold of my hard-on, fingers steadily wrapped around the shaft and I start jerking off to thoughts of her. My eyes closed slowly and I imagined her in the shower with me. Her body would be soapy and slick and gleaming from the moisture.



My own grip tightened and I feel myself getting closer and closer. Breathing becomes a tad difficult as my momentum builds. Charlie’s touch lingers against my skin, she’d be touching me absolutely everywhere her hands would explore me as she knelt before me. Her lips would move slowly over the head just before engulfing me deep.



I slumped against the wall, feeling like I was about to explode at any given moment. I was panting; my muscles were trembling from the effects of my orgasm. The friction from my thumb rubbing over the swollen tip forced me to keep my eyes closed and to press my face against the steamy tile.



Oh, how I wished she was there with me, naked and ready for me to fuck her into oblivion just like I craved for.



My eyes didn’t open until I released so I could see what damage I may have caused. I frowned at the wasted load that covered all the showers walls. A hand adjusted the shower head again and I watched as the spray rinsed away the mess against the tiles. I did that until it was all washed down the drain and then soaped up again and scrubbed one last time.



After my shower, I got dressed. I ate and Lou, our stylist fixed my hair up and we got ready for an exciting work load today. No matter how bad I could be feeling one day, just having a laugh with the guys helps the stress just melt away. Soon, we were at the radio station and it didn’t take long to get settled in.



Usually, these particular interviews are fun. The interviewers ask us some silly questions that we have fun answering and turn them into inside jokes that we can laugh about later and they’re over fast so I was looking forward to it.



We walked in and we greeted everyone in the room and the interview went live almost instantly.



We were in a tight room with seven seats circled around a table that had large microphones sat on them. Glass windows completely surrounded the room. It was nice.



“Welcome, One Direction!” The radio host, Mikey J announced into his microphone. There was a woman sat next to him with fiery red hair and a few distinguishing piercings. She didn’t look familiar so I was assuming that she was new there. Each of the lads and I also had similar microphones in front of us. The last time we were here, Liam was grilled with questions about his ‘love’ life with Sophie. I’m just a bit nervous about the questions that will be directed to mine.



“Thanks—glad to be here,” Niall replied, wearing the cheeky grin that the ladies just can’t get enough of.



“So let’s just get to it,” the woman said, “word is that you guys had to extend your tour for your fans. Were you looking forward to the break or are you happy to continue the tour?”



Liam and Louis both fought to speak answer this question. That was the cause of their playful banter to which the interviewers thought was hilariously funny.



“If the fans want to see us, we can’t deny them that especially after all they’ve done for us,” Louis answered when he and Liam were through fighting over the question.



“It’s always amazing to go out and do what you love. It sometimes is strange. We never really expected all of this but when we go out every night and look out at our fans it’s a reminder why we do what we do. We do it for them.”



They smiled, pleased with Liam’s answer and moved on to the next question.



“Speaking of your fans, we have a few questions from them. Can we ask them?” Mikey J offered, staring directly at me.



Inside, I was beginning to get nervous but I wouldn’t show it. Instead I shrugged and said, “Sure.”



“Who in the band have girlfriends and who’s single?”



“I have a girlfriend,” Zayn spoke boldly into the microphone. He was never shy about speaking up about Nina.



“I do too,” I spoke up. Mikey J and the fiery red-head exchanged a look and then asked the other boys about their lives. Liam, Louis and Niall admitted to being single at the moment and my jaw dropped. I don’t think any of us expected to hear Liam say that he was single. We’ve been trying to tell him about Sophie for so long, it’s a miracle that they’ve finally broken up. It’s no secret that I was happy to hear about the break up. Not only because Liam could do better, but because the follow up questions were all directed to Liam and NOT me.



They tried to get details out of him but Liam’s smart. He knows how to give some information out without putting all of his business out there.



After pestering Liam with questions, it was my turn. I could feel it.



“Harry, let’s talk about all the girl drama. Are you aware of all the negative attention you’ve been getting?” The woman asked me.



“Negative attention? No, I wasn’t aware I was attracting negative attention.”



Seriously, what negative attention?



I watched in awe as the woman pulled out several new articles. Headlines calling me a cheater, pictures of Charlie and I were on the front page of them all.



“Well, there are rumors spiraling that you cheated on your model girlfriend, Nikki Hayes, with some mystery girl. Is this true?”



There was a long, awkward pause. I didn’t know how the fuck I was going to get out of this question. I wasn’t sure if I should deny it or tell the truth. I couldn’t deny it. The proof was in the pictures. I gritted my teeth at all of the articles. They all made Nikki look like the victim when all of this is really her own fault. I tried to remain calm but I was shaken up a bit.

Notes

Sorry for the late update!