"I know what will cheer you up," Harry announces after tossing his keys on the kitchen counter, proceeding to open the freezer. "Aha!"

Harry's enchanting dimples hook me in as he serves a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Though it doesn't end there, he's being all fancy, peeling both an orange and a banana. I'm torn between watching him add the fruit and reading the stunning number of twitter followers. I wait for him by the dinner table, unsure or not really caring where to sit.

He sits at the end of the table, patting his thigh to come and join him. So I take my place on his lap and reach out for the dessert bowl.

"Do you want me to feed you, my love?"

"Say that again?"

"Do you want me to feed you?"

"No, the other part."

"My love?"

"Yes. Once more."

"My lovvve," I drag the last consonant and feed him a spoonful of cream with a piece of banana.

"It blows my mind . . ." Harry says, eating with his mouth open.

"Hmm?" I help myself to a bite.

"I can't believe I asked you to PRETEND to be my girlfriend. I'm such a bastard!"
"I'm afraid to ask what that makes me, since I agreed to it."

"No no, baby. I'm just such a coward for asking you to do that instead of just dating you properly."

"That might've been the right way to go about things, but I don't know if we would be here right now had we not done it our way. No regrets."

"No regrets?"

"Nope, I actually liked your conniving way of seducing me. Mr. "I don't want to sleep with you, I just want to hang out"," I laughed mockingly.

"So I lied. But-but if you had objected I wouldn't have taken you to bed," Harry argues poorly, rubbing my back.

"So what DID you think the first time you saw me, at the pre-party?"

Harry picks the fruit out, grinning to himself. I have to pull the bowl away to get an answer as he is clearly evading the question. Licking his fingertips, he finally directs his full attention towards me.

"Do you want the clean or explicit version?"

"Harry?" I glare.

"I noticed your white pants when you first walked in. Then as my eyes ran upwards and I took a look at your pretty face, I thought . . . you'd look beautiful with your raven hair sprawled across my bed. . .and legs," he mumbled towards the end.

"Naughty!" I punched his stomach.

"You asked! I'm just being honest. That's how guys think but we're not so upfront about it. Now had you asked for the cleaner version . . ." Harry clears his throat. "I thought, now there's a gorgeous girl I can't wait to talk to and have a glass of water with."

"Ugh, please. A glass of water?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to assume you drank. What's wrong with water? It's safe."

"Water is boring."

"Well considering how often I've found guys buying and handing you drinks, maybe you ought to drink more water."

"Hah! That was what, twice?"

"One too many, but I'm not judging,"

"Harry Styles, what am I to do with you?!" I get up to take the empty dish to the sink.

"Honestly though, I was very attracted to you. Your confidence, your style and your big brown eyes," Harry adds, wrapping his hands around my waist as I rinse the bowl. "What did you think about me?"

"I may or may not have thought you were attractive."

"So which was it?"

"I thought you were tall. . ."

"That's it? I shower you with dirty compliments and all I get is "I thought you were tall"?"

Harry frowns and walks into the bedroom, playing hard to get. I laugh at his tactics, making himself to be the victim so I can go after him and butter him up. I purposely wait in the kitchen, silent as a mouse, wondering what he'll do next. Yes, I'm choosing to be a brat.

A few minutes pass while I entertain myself on my phone. I know my plan is working as the grunting becomes clearer and louder. Harry walks out in his grey tank and black shorts, arms fronting in the air and brows almost touching.

"Are you done?"

"Done with what?"

"Being a pain in the ass," he smirks.

My jaw drops at his remark, still finding this all so humorous, I shrug to be a bigger pain. Harry smiles with his fangs out and I can tell by the look in his eyes that this might take an interesting turn.

"You have a choice, you can either play nicely or else I'm going to have to get a little aggressive," he crosses his arms and leans against the fridge.

"I choose . . . option C."

"You don't want to choose that one . . . I was saving that for later, its too soon."

My eyebrows shoot up. What is this boy scheming? Now I'm intrigued for this night to go rogue, as Harry's never pulled out this wild card before. Who wants to play nice? Hah, alright then.

I move closer till I'm an inch away from his face and say, "Option C, my love."

Harry is impressed and lets me escape into the bedroom untouched. The air is colder and suspiciously silent. I'm afraid I might have signed my death wish and have no idea what to expect next. My heart pounds a little faster when the only source of light, coming from the kitchen, turns off.

Now I know its only Harry and I but the eerie feeling from being in complete darkness is starting to freak me out. My eyes scan the room for signs of light, hoping to adjust quickly before Harry jumps at me and scares the hell out of me. Is it too late to pick option A?

"Harry?" I whisper, don't know why I feel the need to.

I walk towards what I know, the couch on the left side of the room. Reaching out to not hit the coffee table, I realize someone is reaching out for me. Finally, a warm hand grips my forearm and before I can say anything, my other arm is seized as well. Harry presses up behind me and I close my eyes, little by little every hair on my body rises.

His hands ease their grip and glide up and down my arms, one crawling all the way up to push my hair aside. Next, I feel his warm mouth form a trail from the tip of my shoulder to the very rim of my ear. Fingertips hooking around my shirt straps, stripping them down and soon drifting to the front of my chest.

Harry's fingertips continue to crawl and tickle their way down, clasping onto the hem of my blouse and pulling up. The silence invites me back to that black sphere, but I'm already in it. Where I once sought comfort in the image of my room, I can no longer visualize it, dreaming of Harry's bed instead.

Undressing in the dark is more fun when there's four hands involved, aiding me as I peel out of my black leggings so that I'm left in my black undergarments. I give myself a mental high five for picking the push up bra and thong today, wondering if Harry will notice.

I see him pacing around me, hand brushing over my skin, leaving a tingly trace.

"Sit."

Harry's tone is cold it almost sounds American, producing an icy chill down my spine. Is he role-playing now? Nonetheless, I sit on the edge of the coffee table and tremble when his hand secures around my neck. His warm body crashes between my legs, kneeling before me, feeling his curls begin to tickle my collarbone.

Here we are at the same height, partaking in a subtle exchange of affection, but there is something about the lack of light that is eliciting a darker side of me. Perhaps its easier to be more daring when you're not being watched. Perhaps option C was ME doing something.

I stand up, breaking Harry away, and encourage him to do the same. My hands immediately dive on either side of his hips and pull down his shorts, happy to find him completely free underneath. After I strip him of his shirt, I guide his naked frame to the couch and instruct him to sit. Kneeling before him this time, I smile at the first moan when I grip around his hardness.

"So how did you say, slow and gentle at first . . . till you beg me to go faster?" I giggle maliciously.

"Oh baby, you can do whatever you want."

I really want to delve into this task. I want to give him the best blow job he's ever experienced. So I lick my lips and begin kissing his tip. My eyes adjust to see his head throw back and his mouth slightly part. I imagine a huge popsicle and the fun I would have with a Harry flavored one. With that mindset, I let my imagination take over and embrace my inner harlot.

All I hear, all I drive off of, is Harry's heavy breathing along with the grunts and ah's. After I accomplish five minutes, I feel pretty confident in my technique and what things I think he likes, according to his vocal response. Like when I drag my tongue from one extreme to the very tip and around his shaft. Or when I try, I mean really try, to put him as far as I can in my mouth. The gaging is something I can't control just yet but he tries to pull out once he senses I'm trying too hard.

Suddenly, Harry hisses and gently pushes my shoulders away, "I'm too close, I need a minute, love."

"But I want you to cum," I pout.

"No, not yet. Trust me, its better for the both of us. . . but Jude, that mouth is pure sin."

I grin knowing I made him squirm with pleasure.

"I believe its your turn . . . I'm going to turn on the light."

"No, leave it off. I like it."

"How am I supposed to see you?"

"You can turn it on after."

Harry sighs, "As you wish."

I'm already feeling the itch down there and he hasn't even touched me yet. Off goes my thong and I feel the weight of his body lay on mine at first. Why is it so arousing to feel his erection against me, like an instant shot of sex liqueur that intoxicates me blind. With no sign of warning, Harry's hand cuts through my center, leaving a lasting impression.

"Fuck, baby," he hisses again.

Harry slithers down in a hurry and latches on me like a snake on attack. My toes and fingers are curling, heck even my hair is spiraling as my body tries to fight off the pleasure. My immediate reaction is to slide up, further away from his mouth, but that darker side . . . she's a demon. Eyes are rolling to the back of my head, trying to picture what we look like from the side, stimulating my senses even more.

His tongue is so aggressive, like tiny whips against my most sensitive parts. My hands are pulling at my own hair as I squirm under his mercy and moan aloud. He dares and presses his teeth against her, making me whimper a halt. Just then he frees me and the pain is replaced with another.

I'm being filled, hard muscle intruding my canal, bruising my soft linings. Its almost a relief, the pressure hitting different areas and settling for a few seconds before he exits. I'm turning my head from side to side, enduring his promise of being excruciatingly slow. I want to stubbornly wait till he changes his mind, but I honestly think he could go on like this for hours.

He digs deep inside me, reaching that golden center that makes me quake. Even the sensation of how he rides me is making me want to crawl out of my skin. This is ludicrous.

"Harry, please."

"Hmm?" Even his hum is enticing me.

"Harry . . ." I hug my legs around him trying to encourage vigorous movement but he refuses.

"Come on, you can say it."

"But I don't like to cuss," I gasp as he purposely goes slower and harder.

"I've heard you before . . . do it for me."

"Oh gawwd, Harry!"

"Say it," his voice turns American, but the husky tone doesn't help one damn bit.

"Pffft, Harry," I gasp quietly, biting the corner of my mouth.

"At a girl, almost there. Now try again," he whispers looking down at me, biting on his bottom lip.

"No. I don't like it," my voice a bit stern.

I don't know why this dirty talk is making me feel queasy. Harry slips out immediately, I must have scared him away. The lamp turns on and I see Harry's toned figure return, squatting beside me. He looks worried and I feel horrible. I need to reassure him that I'm ok, so that the crease between his brows disappears.

"I'm sorry, Jude. I should've sensed something, but I can't read you in the dark. It was harmless fun, I swear it."

"Come," I reach for him to lay on me again. "Harry, I . . ."

Harry's eyes change from different levels of intensity: from hunger to concern and now a softness that soothes every insecurity of mine. Gosh I just want to come out and say it. Its been sitting at the tip of my tongue for these past few days. Then Harry carefully releases his body upon mine and I feel safe again.

"I . . .I'm just not okay with saying those things, which is silly, because I like hearing them when you do . . ."

"Sweetheart, I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable with me. If we've gotten here, its because we both have wanted to. Like you said "our way."

"The light is on, can you read me now?" I flash him a flirty grin and feel my cheeks start to blush.

Harry leans back, carefully introducing himself, lips soaring to land on mine. This pace is perfect, my happy medium, steady enough to keep our kiss unbroken. I don't think I'll be choosing option C for a long time, preferring sweet Harry better.

It's my time, I release into the abyss of Harry's eyes as his forehead leans on mine. Gasping for oxygen, I feel little pecks on my nose and I wrap my arms around his neck. Our bodies are sweaty, humid and tired. But I'm loving this floaty feeling I'm left with after my climax, light headed and heavy chested.

"What about you?" I whisper.

"I kind of lost it after that scare."

"Nooo. I'm sorry, Harry."

"Don't be. Your smile right now is totally worth it. You're so beautiful."

"You're turning mushy on me now," I giggle, still sailing in the after effects.

Harry looks down at our connecting groins while he continues to sustain himself on his forearms.

"Nope, not yet. But I can feel you pulsating . . . and I quite like it," he grins, revealing those delicious dimples.

"I want to remember this moment. . . . like when I'm on the plane, I want to think back on this very instant."

Harry climbs off and I'm wondering if I've scared him off again. I close my legs and turn to face the back rest, I could easily fall asleep. Just then I hear a click, followed by a few more. I gasp and try to cover my intimates.

"Harry, what are you doing?!"

"I'm capturing the moment," he responds adjusting the lens to his professional camera. "Relax, for our eyes only."

I'm blushing hard, covering my face with my hands as I begin to giggle out of nervousness, like I usually tend to do. I peek through my fingers and find Harry staring stark naked through his camera, snapping more pictures. There's something very intimidating about that black eye following me around.

"Stop it."

Even with my plea, I can't wipe this annoying grin off my face. I get up to seek refuge in his bed but he follows me there too. The bed jerks around with Harry now standing on the mattress looking down at me. This is a funny picture in itself. I pull the covers all the way to my chin and stick my tongue out. There's a huge smile behind that camera and I finally see the boy peek through.

"I can have these ready for you, before you leave. But I want to be sure you'll never forget this moment. . ."

Harry sounds very suspicious. The first thing that comes to mind is that he's not done with me yet and wants to play another game. But his eyes look too sweet and almost shy. He kneels down, straddling me as I remain still, securing the blanket under my folded arms. Studying my quizical expression he takes a few more photographs, now hiding from me.

"My freckles aren't going to look like the size of planets are they?"

Harry remains quiet, chuckling softly. He's holding the camera but not shooting anymore.

"Harry? Are you recording this? Oh God, you're terrible."

He moves in closer, I swear I'm about to snatch that thing and throw it against the wall.

"Jude."

"Turn it off," I say looking away to the side.

"You should see how cute you look when you're stubborn."

"Goodnight, Harry," I close my eyes. If he wants to keep recording then I won't cooperate.

"Jude?"

Eyes still shut, I attempt to cover the camera with my fingers but he holds my hands down with his free one.

"Jude . . . I love you."

Notes

Gaaaaahhhh! I just gobble this sappy crap up! Anyways, as always I appreciate your comments and likes or dislikes. And please please, don't forget to vote for moi. I'll blow you a kiss and beam with joy . . . that's a promise :) Muah!