A pink oval diamond glares at me like a mystical Cyclops with an extravagant glass eye. Wow! Eleanor flaunts that baby around knowing full well it’s one of the most expensive things she’ll ever own. I can tell she’s still in disbelief as she stares at her left hand. It’s to be expected. Now two of the boys are engaged and I know eyes will be watching Liam closely to see if he’s next.

The group is given shots and we make a toast to the couple. My mind entertains the thought of elegant bridal gowns and unique floral arrangements. Eleanor has lovely taste, there’s no doubt in my mind this wedding will be exquisite as well as very private. I’d opt for going to an unknown island if I were them.

The celebration distracts me from my acting. Harry and I have been standing close together with his hand glued to my waist but no kisses yet. I slip my phone out for a brief second to check the time and realize it’s a quarter past one in the morning. I’m holding on to the little buzz I have left, hoping it will help my performance later. Then Harry turns to me, eyes narrowing on my lips while he bites on his own, and slowly his gaze meets mine.

“Ready to have some fun?” he asks.

“I am.”

Harry and I escape outside after we say goodbye to everyone. I can see it now, us barging through his living room, stripping clothes off one by one, forming a trail to his bedroom. Unless we take a detour in his kitchen or even the balcony, I’m feeling adventurous and willing for new surfaces and angles.

“I’m gonna get us a room,” he announces as we cross the street to the Mayfair Hotel.

“Why? We’re not THAT far from your place are we?”

“I told you I want to play out this dream of yours. . .”

“Hmmm. . . You know what I’d really like?”

“Tell me please.”

“Could we go to a motel instead?”

“It’s our last night in London, we can go to any hotel in the city and you’d prefer a motel?”

“Yes.”

“Care to explain why?” He continues as we walk in the lobby.

“I just want a simple small room.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Harry stops and delicately brushes my bangs to the side. “Since we’re already here, I’ll get the simplest smallest room they have . . . deal?”

I nod and smile, obediently following him as he speaks with the concierge. I find that I’m no longer light on my feet as the tipsiness has fled. This hotel is nothing but five star quality. The motel idea was a spur of the moment, a challenge. Although this place does hold true to my dream, the only thing occupying my mind is who will win tonight.

It’s fairly uncommon to walk into a fancy hotel room with only a hand bag and the clothes on my back. The room is close to what I wanted; a bed with a loveseat at the end. Even though it’s lacking in space it is anything but simple. The color theme is rare; chartreuse, white and gold. From the bedding to the curtains and furniture, everything looks brand new. There’s an invigorating scent of rich vanilla and lime matching the tones of the room accordingly, I could almost taste the sweet fragrance with every profound breath.

Harry empties out his pockets on to the glass table and unfastens his watch. I observe him neatly pile his wallet and rings in no hurry whatsoever as I stand timidly beside the bed. Unsure of what’s come over me, I feel like a guest in a stranger’s home.

“Don’t you like the room?” Harry snaps me out of my hypnotism.

“I think it’s great! I’m just looking around.”

“You’re actin’ has fooled me. You seem shy like that first night I invited you to my room.”

“Really? That seems so long ago,” I add and finally slip out of my heels.

“How shall we do this?”

“Do what?”

“Determine the winner.”

“First to kiss right?” I clarify.

“First to kiss the other on the lips loses. Other body parts don’t count,” Harry grins. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Harry steps out of the room and I think nothing of it until I hear an immediate knock on the door. I look over at the table and notice the room key and assume he must have forgotten it. Grabbing the card, I practically skip towards the door.

“Hey Jude, thanks for callin’ me over!” Harry smiles and acts super cheerful causing a sharp scowl to run across my forehead.

“What are you talk-ohhhhh,” I pause and study him further.

He walks in so casually and sits on the loveseat. Stretching his arms across the backrest, he makes himself quite at home. Amused, I slowly make my way to the empty seat beside him.

“So how was your evenin’?” His smile grows wider and I laugh quietly.

“It was a good time. I hung out with Linda and we went to the club.”

“Oh nice! Did you dance a lot?”

I give him a playful stink-eye. “There was little dancing.”

“Did you meet anyone? Get any numbers?”

“No but Linda sure did!”

“I’m guessin’ she isn’t sleepin’ alone tonight,” he nods in assurance.

“What about you, seeing anyone?” I join in.

“I’m afraid not,” he frowns.

“Why’s that? Don’t you have them lined up by the dozens?”

“What good is that when I can’t have the one girl that I want?”

“Then you should tell her. Let her know.”

“I’m afraid.”

“You? Afraid? She must really be something!” I smile and feel my cheeks rosy up.

“So. . . I should just tell her?” Harry leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. “Okay, do you have Linda’s number?”

My jaw drops at his unveiling of the mystery girl. His smile is sharp and dangerous like a shark devouring me with a single bite. Shaking my head in shock Harry breaks out in laughter, enjoying this far too much.

“Do you fancy her? Because I think she’s a stunning woman and I wouldn't blame you if you were attracted to her,” I justify.

“No, Jude. I saw her before I laid eyes on you. And no one till this day has had such an effect on me like you do.”

“Honestly?”

“I swear it.”

My sweet Harry is back or at least I assume so. He takes off his shoes and aligns them beside the couch. He reaches down the floor to grab my feet and I move with him so that they are on his lap and I’m sitting sideways.

“I’m exhausted.”

“I can tell but I’m afraid there will be many days and nights like these, non-stop,” Harry warns me softly.

I can feel myself drifting as he takes his time massaging my feet and calves. My head is starting to get heavy when I hear a phone ring. Harry carefully removes himself from the couch to the glass table. Disoriented, I listen for any clues that might give away the caller but he’s just mumbling into the phone and laughing as he rolls his eyes at me. I’m sensing the person is drunk on the other line.

Leaning against the table facing me, he begins to unbutton and remove his dark shirt. There is no eye contact but Harry looks confident knowing he’s being watched. His hands fall to his belt buckle and he stops half way as he begins to tug. Meanwhile my eyes and mouth are watering with the glimpse of his creamy and ink stained torso. The second he pierces me with his stare, I’m convinced some of that sweetness has been replaced with carnal desire.

“Tell her off,” Harry utters into the receiver while walking over to me.

He raises and plants his foot on the couch, taunting his groin at a reasonable distance. Pushing back on the belt strap, he pauses while his green eyes insist that I continue. I nibble on my bottom lip as I proceed to pull the strap out from its hindering loops. Harry’s face is glittering with delight as he shows no signs of hanging up. I hear spurts of silly rants on the phone and understand why Harry is so enthralled with the situation. He has no idea what’s coming. Between my boosting conversation with Linda and my perverted ideas, I think it’s time that I show him what roles I’m capable of playing.

“That’s so annoyin’! What a pussy!”

My eyes dagger at Harry with the unexpected comment and he shrugs helplessly, flashing an innocent smile. I vengefully cup his crotch and squeeze, pleased with the shocked look on his face. Still nothing shocks him for long, seconds later he too is biting on his lip and pressing his groin into my hand. Swiftly, I unzip and pull down his pants, leaving him with the task of wiggling out of them. I guide his hips to stand right in front of me as my palms tease his inner thighs and growing member.

“Nick. . .mate. . . I gotta-“ short sharp breaths escape Harry as he tries to remain calm over the phone.

This sexy model of a man stands before me wearing black boxer briefs and socks. Soon my hands are climbing their way up his pale trunk, tickling and clawing different areas. Sitting upright, I press my face against his groin to exhale warm breaths and take joy in his subtle pants. He’s begging to be free as I stroke his length in joyful admiration. All this work is paying off for I’m feeling equally aroused. With one shrug, I finally drop his underwear and embrace the hard muscle.

Starting with gentle kisses and feathered strokes, I cover every terrain of his burning frail skin, from the root to the tip. Predicting his reaction, I cup him in my mouth ever so affectionately and look up. Harry gapes and throws his phone on the couch. There’s low ramblings still coming from it, making me smile, but I prefer the moans coming from Harry instead. Closing my eyes I enjoy this alien figure, doing everything with my hands, tongue and mouth to produce more groans of pleasure.

When my jaw has had all that it can take, I push Harry’s hips away and rise to my feet. Pushing him down to take a seat, I then stand before him and begin to reach up my dress to pull my thong down. His eyes are flaming with passion and it just furthers my boldness. My chin is up as I gaze down at him while scrunching up my dress. I’m unbelievably ready for him. I mount him while guiding his erection in but only a quarter of the way. His hands are on my hips and mine remain on his shoulders as I strain my thighs to keep my body afloat.

We both enjoy this tease. Harry has done this to me plenty of times when he’s on top and I witness how his face just beams with ecstasy. His head falls back and he’s still pressing his teeth hard into his bottom lip, every fiber in my body wants to kiss him but I refrain. It isn't long before his hands are pulling down the straps of my dress, forming a snug golden wrap around my stomach.

My bra is immediately unlatched as Harry plunges his hands and teeth over my tingling breasts. The sudden action causes me to break concentration and I’m filled the moment I sit, trying to gain some kind of relief. The dive has my body tense but as Harry’s mouth continues to dominate my chest, his hands instruct my hips with the dancing motions to loosen my muscles.

My fingers are running through his hair and pulling at the ends. I have to angle my hips upwards in order to hit my favorite spot but my body teases me and refuses to comply with any release. I’m forced to enjoy lapses of pleasure as they stretch and peek but never drop. Harry’s kissing over my neck and shoulders. Occasionally, he’ll dig his fingers in my tied hair and tug so that he may nibble on my ear. Except my body becomes more liquid when he swirls his tongue inside, making me squirm from the wet warmth.

He’s resuming control and at this point I’m willing to give it, all I have to remember is not to kiss him but that line is so blurred I can barely see it. Arching his back, Harry grabs hold of the armrest with his other around my waist and he stands to his feet slowly. Hands secure over my thighs he guides us over to the bed. Seconds later pillows are on the floor and Harry is hovering over me as we lay on the bed. He’s still inside me as I hug every inch of him but this staring contest has to stop before I cave in.

All I focus in on are the dilated green irises pleading for me to give up. Our noses are barely touching and his breath slowly pries my will each time he exhales. I glance down to find our bare chests intact, the sight of him smothering me is more arousing than I can stand. Harry pulls out and simply rests his warmth over mine until his hips begin to sway, pulling his face away to see my full reaction. His hands are brushing over my hair and my head involuntarily jerks up so desperately wanting those crimson lips.

I see that heart shaped mouth and everything else is a blur. His brown hair fades into the ceiling and so does the rest of his face. Like tunnel vision. I gaze at how his tongue rolls over their surface and his lips curve maliciously. Suddenly a peck is spared on the tip of my nose and my heart begins to race harder. Another one lands on my cheek but this time Harry drags his lips down and across my jawline. I take advantage of the moment he returns and carefully lick a hair’s distance from his mouth, making him groan and bite the air.

Then he rolls his hips and finds my sensitive spot and I do nothing to hide the signs. He triggers it again . . .and again and I can already feel my body betray me with its instant urgency to release. On the next one my lips float towards his. I’m barely half an inch away but my mind is controlling what little will I have left. Harry is smiling and continuously licking his lips. I can almost feel the dampness on mine and I swear that he’s moved another centimeter closer. . .

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Falling" -Haim

"Magic" -Coldplay


So very close... I know I would cave. Still, in this scene, who do you think it's going to be?

I miss you guys terribly and know that no matter how long it takes, I'll never give up on this story. Thank you for your patience and I can assure you this update time was so ridiculous I am greatly ashamed and therefore won't let it happen again! Love you all so much! And hope you are having a great Spring so far!