*Peyton’s POV*
There is a beauty in isolation. When a person gets to a point when they feel alone and abandoned, they strive for the contact that they once knew; for the touch and warmth that only comes from someone who can make them feel as if they are a part of something again, as if they’re needed. Isolation is an art, that takes patience to perfect and right now, I have nothing but time. When my taxi pulled off, the smile on my face deepened. I know Reagan better than she thinks I do. She’s curious, always eager for information and if she looks hard enough and if I’ve done everything right, she’ll find what’s been brought to her attention and secretly looms in the back of her mind. She’s a lot like me, whether she chooses to acknowledge it or not and that’s why we’re so right for each other. No one has told me no before, and it’s not going to start now.

I reach the hotel and as I take out my wallet to pay the cabbie the taxi fare when my phone rings. I give the man a twenty pound note and tell him to keep the change, overpaying him for a drive that only takes eight minutes right before I answer.

“Hello?...You’ll come?” I smile again. Things just keep going in my favor, “well, right now it looks like it will be just you and me tonight, if that’s alright with you?...I do agree that we need to talk, it’s been a while since we’ve been able to have a real conversation and the air needs to be cleared. I’ll see you tonight at eight then?...”

I end the call and almost call back to make sure that what I just heard was real and not what my mind had played over in my head ever since I stepped foot back on London soil. Sometimes shit is just too easy.

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*Reagan’s POV*
I hang up the phone and shake my head before I start to over think things. Once Harry got out of the bathroom I smiled at him as he made his way slowly towards me, as if he were a hunter stalking his prey. He returned my smile as he got closer and closer until he leapt at me and pulled me from sitting comfortably in the corner of the couch. I was off of the ground within seconds as Harry picked me up, holding me by my thighs cheekily caressing them while pressing his lips to mine. My legs wrapped around his slight torso and my arms wrapped around his shoulders as my hands found the soft baby curls at the nape of his neck. I lightly tugged them causing him to groan against my lips and send a vibration through me, throbbing at my most delicate area.

It doesn’t take much for Harry to turn me on completely. One look in his eyes, one touch from his rough yet soft fingers, one guttural animalistic groan and my skin is set alight begging to be put out by him and only him. Harry dropped his arms slightly causing my crotch to rub against his groin. So this is how he wants to play? I pushed my hips forward into the bulge that was starting to strain beneath his skinny jeans and I was rewarded again with that sound that causes goose bumps to rise and electric lust, want, and need to course through my veins. I try to break the kiss to talk but Harry furrows his eyebrows and nibbles at my bottom lip to deepen the kiss again.

When we come up for air I can only mumble out one word before my mouth is drawn back to his.

“Bedroom.”

Harry lifts an eyebrow as if he is trying to see if that suggestion works for him before he begins to carry me down the short hallway of my suite, setting us down on the king size mattress.

Harry pops the first button of my shirt before he continues his ministrations and the sweet words that he’s been whispering in my ear liquefy me from the inside out just as much as the filthy, disgusting, perverted things he says to me does.

“You’re so damn beautiful...I need you so much....I love you and I’m so lucky that you’re mine. Every man on earth should be envious of me because I get to have you.” His words are just above a whisper and I gasp for oxygen as he leaves kisses along my jawline, down my neck, and to my sternum lowering his kisses as each button of my silk blouse is popped open.

He gets to my dress pants and pulls them off of my legs. Sweet sensual, H. has departed, and dirty, devilish, sinful Harry is in his place. H. looks at me with forest green eyes before he gives me an open mouthed kiss between my legs and though my underwear is still in place, it gives close to the same effect as if they were off.

“Mmm” I moaned and involuntarily bucked my hips upwards. Harry began to grin haughtily before he continued to tease.

“You liked that?” He rubbed me over the underwear that I want desperately for him to remove.

“Well obviously you must...these are soaked through.” Harry hooks a finger in the top of my panties in reference to them and I threw my head back in frustration, needing more contact than that.

“Harry, please?” I whimper and I know that’s all I have to do.

He removes my panties and then his shirt and tosses them both to the side. His necklace of the cross hits his chest, drawing my attention to his pectorals which are slightly more defined from his workouts, over his tattoos, and down his abs to his happy trail. I unbutton his jeans and unzip them and free all of Harry completely, before I start to softly stroke him up and down his length. He pushes into my hand and moans before I remove it to spit on it and continue to pump him gently, but firmly.

“Shit...Condom.” Harry groans out half-way demanding as his eyelids get heavy from the sensation that I was building. When I turn to my nightstand to get one out of the bedside drawer, I drop my head in frustration and then rub my hand over my face and through my hair before I glance back at H.

“What?”

“I’m out. You don’t have any?”

Harry furrows his eyebrows allows himself to fall backwards on the bed over dramatically as he rubs both of his hands over his face allowing them to rest there.

“No! I have one in the car I think but, what good does that do us right now? Room service some or something.”

I sit against the headboard and get under the duvet covering myself from the bird’s eye view that I was giving Harry causing him to frown even more.

“You can’t room service condom’s Harry. And how embarrassing is that even if you could? You should have just had it with you. Why’d you leave it in the car in the first place? Go downstairs and get it.” I chuckled at the situation and his suggestion even though the ache between my legs is growing annoyingly worse by the minute. There’s nothing worse than getting all wound up, and then receiving no outlet. Harry peeked at me through his fingers while trying to hide his amusement when he turned his head to look at me. There was a smile evident in his voice when he spoke and I could see it in his eyes, but when I went to pull his hands away from his face he dodged my reach.

“It’s cold outside, my dick is hard, and I’m naked! I’m not going back out there until it’s time for me to go to work. And don’t act like we didn’t have sex in the car! That’s why said condom is in the car! If you weren’t being such a minx on the way back from the café, I wouldn’t of had to pull over. If you would just go on the damn pill like I asked you to, we wouldn’t be having this problem right now!”

I rolled my eyes and then pulled at Harry’s arm to get him to move towards the head of the bed with me. He got the hint and came up halfway, but laid his head on my lap instead, smiling up at me closed lipped. This has to be the most I’ve seen him smile in one sitting and I love the fact that I get to be the possible reason for it and the person who gets to share moments like these with him. I do wish his mom and Robin would see this side of him more often, but I feel like everything will happen in due time, or at least I hope it will.

Harry got under the duvet with me, but kept his head on my lap as he drew nonsense patterns on my legs that were shielded by the covers, but still felt as if fire ran across my skin every time he touched there. He looked at me and then opened his mouth as if he had something to tell me or just to say in general, but he closed it looking at me for a while longer before I spoke up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want to...”

“...Yes?” Harry’s eyes flashed a certain emotion before he shook his head putting it at bay and then propping himself up on an elbow before grinning at me again.

“I’ll show you.” Harry slid the covers down my legs revealing me to him once again. My breath hitched in my throat when he brought his hand up my leg slowly as he parted my thighs. His hands traveled painfully slow upwards and my breathing began to speed up.

“We can be close without actually making love Reagan.” His eyes are back to the moss green that they were a few moments ago and I’m sure mine are just as dilated as his, if not more.

“I know exactly where to touch you, and tease you and Have you scream my name and we don’t even have to fuck.” Harry flicked his tongue over his top lip then chewed on his bottom one and stopped moving his hand upwards on my leg, resting it on the inside of my thigh right before the apex. I was already panting and I could feel my skin get hot. Heat was radiating off of my body coming from one place in particular. I tried to cross my legs to bring myself some type of relief, but Harry wouldn’t have it. He wedged himself between my legs and began to kiss the side of my knees. He bent them slightly and when I felt his tongue swipe the back of my right knee, a shudder went through me along with an involuntary whimpering sound. That felt so good.

He did the same with the other leg and then grinned against my skin as he elicited another noise from my lips. He continued to kiss up my inner thigh stopping before he got to my slick center. I moaned his name again, and again and he continued to find the spots that turned me into putty in his hands with the smallest brush of his lips and tongue: behind my knee, both of my hip bones, damn near anywhere on my neck, the skin at the bend of my elbow, up and down both of my sides, not to mention that when I could feel his erection against me when he would get so close to do certain things. Harry found every spot and at the end, I could barely breathe. There was so much pressure at the pit of my stomach that pleaded to be released and I allowed him to tease and touch until I couldn’t take anymore.

“H. please? H. Oh my God!” Harry grinned and then slid his middle finger through my folds and curled it continuously putting direct pressure on my g-spot making me come undone writhing under him due to the simplest touch. He watched me intently as I released onto the bed sheets and then grinned, happy with his proven point as he sucked on his middle finger and then licked his lips. I tried to slide down and return the favor before he stopped me grinning and shaking his head making his untamed hair flip onto his face slightly before he moved it off of his forehead into a quiff.

“It’s gonna take more than to get me off right now glasses. It’s fine that was just for you. I’ll be alright, come here and lay with me.”

“I want to make you feel good too H.” I whined at went to try to touch him again, before he grabbed my hand and raised an eyebrow.

“That will just make it worse it’s like teasing me and giving me an appetizer when I need a full entre. Just let it go down, you can make me feel good later I promise just take a nap with me like this for now. I’m kind of tired. No clothes just let me feel you.” I crawled closer to Harry on the bed as he pulled back the covers and he pulled me to his chest with my back to his front. His hands roamed greedily up and down my sides before he wrapped his arm around my midsection holding me tight and secure to him before breathing out exasperatedly.

“I wish I had the condom, but this is just as good.” Harry turned on the television and then kissed me tenderly on my neck and went all the way up to my cheeks. I snorted at his expense before I allowed myself to get comfortable and drift off to sleep.

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*Harry’s POV*
Clive had hit me in the back and then turned me over landing blow after blow to my jaw. I managed to reach up and grab his throat and change our positions in the fight. It’s my turn now. As I lift my fist to land a blow, Clive is replaced by someone else but I continue to beat the life out of him.
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“Fuck!”

I jolt up from my dream and put my hand over my chest as I feel my heartbeat pound rapidly in my ribcage. I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep and when I look around the room, it takes me a minute to I realize where I am and who I’m with. That part of my memory had always been hazy, and it never came through in my demented dreams either until a few days ago, the same dream that flashed through my mind when Robin brought me to Clive's grave. I run a shakey hand over my face and through my hair, pushing it off of my head and into a quiff when I feel Reagan stir in bed next to me looking up at me with concern etched in her features. I look away from her and I can feel my mood begin to shift changing the atmosphere of the room.

“You okay Harry?” I look around the room for a clock or anything really so I don’t have to look in her eyes. If I tell her what I just saw she’ll surely think I’ve relapsed and call Dr. Baker for me, booking me a one way ticket back to the last place I want to go back to.

“I’m fine, I’m gonna be late though it’s four fourty.” The longest I’ve slept in a while, but the most tortured, fitful, restless sleep ever. I might as well have been awake.

I force a believable smile to my love before I kiss her and tear myself away from the warmth of her body against mine and quickly start to dress myself.

“Don’t you have to get ready to go too?” Reagan look at me confused and I return her expression before I press my lips into a hard line.

“Your date with Laurie, are you not going?” Reagan yawns and then falls back on the bed wrapping the covers tight around her, when she notices me looking at her boobs.

“Yeah, but um...that’s a little later though.” I raise my eyebrows and nod my head as I slip on my shoes and then bend over her bed kissing her forehead then her lips before I turn to leave the hotel.

Notes

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