Tattoos On The Heart

All of the neon lights flickered about the crowded dance floor of some night club in Houston. My dress kept riding up as Niall, Zayn and I danced around like fools, tossing back drink after drink. I hung out with Harry for about an hour at the beginning of the night until Niall dragged me out to the dance floor, and I haven’t seen Harry since.

The alcohol had hit me a while ago and with every drink I had, my desire to see Harry and hang out with him tonight grew. I chugged the rest of my drink before setting it on a random table and bringing my mouth up to Niall’s ear.

“I’m gonna go look for Harry,” I said and waited for Niall to give me a nod of his head, so I knew he understood me. He nodded his head before grabbing some blonde and began dancing with her. I swear the more that kid drank the more confident he got with the ladies. I weaved through the dancing bodies, doing my best not to get knocked around, and made my way over to the VIP area where we first started out. When I walked past the velvet rope I saw only Louis and Liam sitting in the room. With a confused expression on my face I went and sat myself next to Louis and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, love?” Louis asked as he leaned his head on mine, in a brotherly manner.

“I can’t find Harry,” I whined as I took a sip of whatever Louis was drinking.

“He just left a few minutes ago to look for you. Said he wanted to buy you a drink.”

“Why would he want to do that?” I asked Louis as I kicked my shoes off, they were beginning to make my feet hurt. I’ve always hated wearing heels. Devil’s invention is what they were.

“You daft little girl. The bloody wanker likes you,” Louis said as he tapped my forehead, in a childish manner.

“Yeah, likes me as a friend,” I reassured Louis, who in return pushed my head off his shoulder and stared me hard in the eyes.

“You’re blind. He likes you as more than a friend, and tonight he’s supposed to make a move and here you are sitting around like a lost puppy. You like him too, so go find him and leave me to get drunk and call my girlfriend!” Louis said as he shooed me away. I gave him a nasty look before putting my heels back on and making my way to the dance floor again. I quickly spotted Zayn and walked up to him, in which he greeted me with a smile.

“Have you seen Harry?” I asked him, yelling loud enough so he could hear me. In reply Zayn just pointed to the bar where I saw a mop of curls sitting on a bar stool, and searching through the crowd. I smiled before walking in Harry’s direction. I was about five feet from Harry when his eyes landed on mine and a huge smile appeared on his face, causing me to smile as well. He hopped off the bar stool and walked towards me. Once he reached me he handed me a drink and brought his mouth to my ear.

“I’ve been looking for you all night! I bought you a drink,” Harry said before pulling away, a smile still on his face.

“Well here I am! I was just looking for you too,” I yelled over the terrible pop song that was playing throughout the club.

“I was hoping you would want to dance with me,” Harry said, and I could tell he was nervous because he stuck his hand in his pocket. Which I picked up as a nervous habit after being his friend for about a month. I smiled at him before taking his hand out of his pocket, with my free hand, and led him to the center of the dance floor. On our walk over I quickly drank the drink Harry gave me, which was Jack Daniels and Coke, and set the glass down on a table. Just as we reached the center of the floor, the song changed to a more upbeat song, and I faced Harry and began swinging my hips side to side while staring him in the eyes.

There was a small distance between my dancing body and Harry, who was just standing there staring at me. About half way through the song I felt Harry place his hands on my hips and pull me towards him.

“When I said I wanted to dance with you, I meant like this,” Harry said before he started grinding my hips with his. I looked up at him with a stunned look on my face. [i]Louis was right.[/i] “Are you okay?” Harry asked and I quickly shook all the thoughts from my mind.

“Of course,” I said as I smiled at him. I laced my arms around Harry’s neck, successfully bringing our bodies as close as possible. “But this is how I dance,” I whispered, seductively, into Harry’s ear before turning around and pressing my butt to Harry’s crotch, and swinging my hips back and forth. I felt Harry tighten his hands on my hips, trying to pull me closer, before placing his face into the crook of my neck.

“I like you,” Harry said into my ear, sending goose bumps down my body. “I like you a lot.” I smiled at his words before placing my hands over Harry’s and sliding his hands forward so they were resting on my lower abdomen. I used one of hands and placed it on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his curls, and pulled his face closer to mine.

“Feeling’s mutual,” I told him, a smile on my face as we never stopped dancing.

“Good to know,” Harry breathed into my ear, before placing his lips on my neck. I threw my head back as he sucked on the spot just below my ear, pleasure running through my veins by the simple touch of his lips. I pushed his head up while simultaneously turning to face him and connecting our lips. I felt Harry rest his hands on my lower back as I placed my arms around his neck, once again. Our hips moved with each other’s, in sync with the music, while our lips simultaneously danced together to the sound of the music as well.

After dancing for about an hour and a half I grew tired and dragged Harry to the VIP area. Once we got there, we noticed all of the boys were there but as soon as we walked in hands intertwined together, they all got up and left. I looked at Harry before we both shrugged our shoulders and sat down.

“My feet hurt,” I whined as I sat my heel covered feet on a table. I closed my eyes, feeling the room spinning, and leaned my head back. I felt Harry grab my ankles and turn my body, before placing my legs in his lap. I opened my eyes to catch him removing my heels and setting them, gently, on the ground. He used his giant hands to rub the aching feeling away from my feet. “Oh my god, I think I might love you.”

“I always gave my mum foot rubs after she got home from work or when she had to wear heels for a long time,” Harry said as he continued to rub circles into the bottom of my feet.

“What a sweet son,” I teased him, and in return he glared at me. I pulled my feet from his lap and scooted over so our bodies were touching. “My feet feel better.”

“They do, do they?” Harry whispered as he stared at my lips.

“They do, but do you know what else could use a massage?” I seductively whispered into his ear, while placing my hand on his upper leg.

“What might that be?” Harry strained out. The touch of my hand, so close to his groin, having an obvious effect on him.

“My lips,” I said, before pressing a soft kiss to neck and then to his jaw.

“Then we’ll need to fix that, yeah?” Harry said before using two of his fingers to angle my face upwards and placed his lips on mine. I felt shocks of pleasure go through my body and I arched my chest towards his side and felt him place his hand on my upper thigh, this time causing my body tense from pure enjoyment.

“Can we leave?” I asked Harry, batting my eyes at him. He rolled his eyes before pulling his phone out. I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched him send a group text to the boys, saying him and I were heading back to the hotel, while claiming I was ‘too drunk to function,’ and then hit send.

“Ready?” Harry asked while beaming a smile at me. I rolled my eyes before we both stood up and he led me over to the exit of the club and we stopped before going outside. “Just keep your head down and squeeze my hand.” Was all Harry said before lacing our fingers together and leading us out the door. Immediately I was greeted with flashing lights and millions of paparazzi yelling Harry’s name and wondering who I was and if we were dating. I squeezed Harry’s hand, to let him know I was scared and to hurry up and in response he squeezed mine back while pushing us through the crowd. Eventually, after a good five minutes, we were able to get through the crowd of flashing cameras and into the back of a tinted black SUV and were on our way to the hotel. I untangled Harry and I’s hands and wiped the sweat that formed from being so nervous, on the sides of my dress. Harry placed his hand on my bare thigh, just below the hem of my dress and rubbed circles onto my inner thigh. I let out a sigh of content before resting my head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, while resting my hand on top of Harry’s hand, that was resting on my thigh.

“No problem love,” Harry said while turning his head and placing a kiss on my forehead. “Anything for you.”

When we got to the hotel the driver pulled around to the back entrance and let us out. We mumbled a few thank you’s before scurrying inside and getting on the elevator. Harry pressed the number twelve for our floor and when he turned around, he pushed up against the wall of the elevator and connected our lips. Completely catching me off guard, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. The guy can kiss. Our make out session in the elevator quickly ended when we arrived on our floor. Harry picked me up and threw me over his shoulders and walked down the hallway to our room. I waited patiently, on his shoulder, while he pulled the room key out of his tight, as fuck, pants and opened the door. Instead of gently placing me down on his bed, he threw me down and I landed with a loud ‘oof.’

“Way to ruin a perfectly good moment by throwing me on the bed,” I said as I fumbled to take my heels off again.

“I was trying to make it sexy,” he said with his face in the mini fridge. I rolled my eyes before taking my jewelry off and placing it on the night stand, along with my clutch.

“Well you failed,” I told him while I sat up and struggled to unhook my dress. “Harry help me,” I whined as I stood up and turned my back to him, pointing to the hook and zipper on my dress. I felt him step behind me, and I just [i]knew[/i] there was a devilish smile on his face. He placed his hands on my hips and slid them up and down my torso, while connecting his lips to my neck, and sucking. I threw my head back and placed my hands on his.

“I’d much rather have sex with you in it,” Harry said as he slid his hands down my hips and put them underneath the hem of dress. He slowly inched his hands closer to the hem of my underwear. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down to my knees, where I kicked them off, somewhere in the room. “Wait a minute, where those lace knickers?” Harry asked as he walked over to where I kicked off my underwear and picked them up and held them out in front of him. “Now that’s hot.” He placed them on the dresser and walked back over to me, grabbing my face in between his hands and kissing me full on the lips. “Tell me you’ve got a see through bra on as well,” Harry mumbled against my lips.

“Nope. Not wearing a bra,” I said before bringing my lips down and connecting to his neck. I smiled when I heard him moan and bring his hands down on to my rear.

“This is like Christmas in July,” Harry said before picking me up and placing me, softly, onto the bed.

“Before we go any further, I have to ask a question,” I, hesitantly, said while pushing Harry’s face away so I could look at him.

“Yes I have condoms,” Harry groaned before trying to kiss me again, but I kept my hands out.

“It’s not that,” I told him.

“Then what is it, love?” Harry asked, while leaning back on his knees so he could get a better look at me. “I haven’t had sex in months if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No, it’s not that. Just, how long have you liked me? This isn’t a sudden thing because I came to visit right? Or because you were hoping that’d get you into my pants?” I asked him, while looking anywhere but at him.

“Love, look at me,” Harry said but I didn’t listen. “Babe, look at me,” Harry repeated before using his hand to gently turn my face to look at him. Sincerity. That’s the look that was on his face. “I’ve liked you since you first called me mophead.”

“Good,” I told him with a smile on my face, before grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him down to me, connecting our lips. But, after a few seconds, this time Harry was the one pushing me away.

“What about you? How long have you liked me?” He asked, seriousness in his voice.

“Probably since you visited me last June, but I didn’t realize it until we kissed at the cook out,” I told him, pushing his curls off his forehead.

“So, it’s safe to say we definitely feel things for one another?” Harry asked as he stroked my cheek. I nodded my head and he smiled at me before kissing me. “Good, now we can have sex.”

“Well, now I don’t want to,” I mumbled against Harry’s lips.

“Wait you’re serious?” He said once he pulled away.

“I mean yeah. I want to have sex with you, but I think the moment’s been ruined,” I told Harry while I pushed him off of me. I stood up and walked over to his bag before pulling out a pair of his briefs and one of his t-shirts. I walked back over to where he was still lying on the bed and turned around so my back was facing him. “Zipper.” I heard him moving on the bed and then felt him unhook my dress and drag the zipper down. Before he let go of the zipper I felt him press a kiss to the middle of my back.

“You’ll get in the mood before the nights over,” Harry said before going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

“What are you doing?” I yelled, loud enough so he could hear me.

“Relieving myself!” I shook my head at him, because I knew what relieving himself really meant. I stepped out of my dress and pulled on Harry’s briefs, which were like a pair of pajama shorts, big and comfy, and pulled the navy blue t-shirt over my naked torso. The end of the shirt went about mid-thigh and looked like I didn’t even have any pants on. I undid my braid and let the curls, induced from being in a braid all night, flow down my shoulders and hit mid-back. A few more minutes passed and Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, in only his briefs. I couldn’t help but blush at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous. All of his dumb tattoos tie his muscular body together and the way his briefs were snug against him, man. Harry is a God in disguise.

“What do you want to do?” Harry said while placing his phone on the nightstand and plopping down beside me on the bed.

“Admire how unbelievably hot you are,” I told him while I curled into his side. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Harry snap his head in my direction.

“You think I’m unbelievably hot?” He asked, playing with my hair.

“Yep,” I said, smiling.

“Hmm, as much as I want to get a bigger head, I think you look rather lovely in my clothing and it’s a sight that I could get used to,” he said while pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I smiled at the cute action before emitting a rather long yawn. “Tired?”

“Very,” I told him, while trying to snuggle further into him.

“Want to go to bed?” He asked, while stroking his finger up and down my upper-arm, causing me to release another yawn.

“Please,” I whined and he nodded his head before shooing me off the bed. I watched him pull the fluffy white blankets down before signaling I could climb in. Once I got underneath the covers I watched Harry walk over by the door and turn the lights off. He stumbled through the dark and climbed into bed next to me, and pulled me against his chest.

“Harry?” I, quietly, said into the darkness of our room.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to remember tonight when we wake up?” I asked him, scared to hear his answer.

“Of course, I’m not even drunk. The main question is, will you?” He asked, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

“Definitely,” I told him, a smile on my face. I turned around in Harry’s arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before nestling myself against his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” Harry said before kissing my cheek.

“G’night,” I said, half asleep.

I didn’t know what Harry and I were, but I just hoped neither of us were too drunk to not remember this night.

Notes

3,000+ words of Harry and Kat.

CONTEST: I need a couple name for Harry and Kat. WINNER will be a new character, temporary or long term (that I will decide)
So, I will hold this open until December 27th, and I will pick the winner.
If some of you repeat names that other's suggested I will pick who posted it first.
May the odds be ever in your favor, my loves.

Also, this story only has about 5-10 more chapters.
BUT HAVE NO FEAR! There will be a sequel, FO SHO.

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