TIA chapter 11:

"Wait here babe," Harry said to me before disappearing. I laid still on my stomach and let the tears come. I know I should try to clean myself up but I just couldn't. A few seconds later I could feel the bed dip, indicating Harry was back.

He stroke my side and a shiver ran down my spine. He rolled me on my back and hovered over me. His curls hang for his eyes so I stroke them away because I want to see his eyes. He dipped his head and kissed away the last tear rolling down my cheek.

"It wasn't your fault, I'm sure Jane agrees," he spoke softly to me before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He sat on his knees and pulled me up. Both of his knees on either side of me as he pulled of my beanie. He ran a hand through my messy curls.

He hesitantly fumbled with hem of my shirt. His eyes were set on my face and searching my eyes for approval or denial. I smiled softly at him which he took as a sign to lift my shirt up. His fingers touched my bare sides as he lifted my shirt. I lost vision for a second when the shirt blocked my view.

"So beautiful," Harry mumbled while looking at me. I was only wearing my jeans and a black lace bra. I traced the pattern on his shirt with my fingers before hooking them under his shirt. After taken his shirt off I laid back down again and Harry lips met mine in a slow kiss.

He travelled down and placed kisses on my jawline, neck and collarbone. My skin was hot and sensitive under his touch. He skipped past my breast and stomach and started to unbutton my jeans. I didn't protest when he slid them off but left my panties on.

He stood up and kicked his shoes out before sliding his sweatpants off but also, leaving his briefs on. He came back to me and kissed me once more. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hands explored the rest of my body. I leaned on my shoulders to give him space to unclip my bra. He slid the straps off my shoulder and threw it somewhere in the corner.

"Wait," I stopped him. "Where are my father and Noah? What if they catch us?" I asked suddenly worried they could walk in at that exact moment.

"Hotel," Harry mumbled between kisses. When I didn't reaping to his kisses he hovered himself above me and explained things to me. "I found a note, you're dad apparently heard us this morning and decided to give us some privacy. We are all alone," he smirked at me.

Harry moved back to sit on his knees again. He examined my almost naked body and I felt the urge to hide my scars from him. My hand automatically covered the scar above my hip but Harry had other plans. He took my hand before I could place it where I wanted to and shushed me.

"Don't cover yourself babe, you're beautiful," he said to and stroke my skin with his other hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me cautious and I smiled and nodded my head in response.

"I love you."

"I'm going to prove to you how much I love you," Harry's raspy voice spoke and shot shivers down my spine.

His hand traced over my skin as he lowered himself again. He brought his face to mine and kissed above my right eyebrow and than my left eyebrow. The only scars on my face. He kissed his way down to my neck and traced every outline of emu scars with his tongue.

Moving down, he traced the scar traveling from my left collarbone down to my right breast. He took a moment to focus on my right breast while his hand cupped the other. He picked up where he had left off and followed the new scar from my right breast to my left hipbone.

Last, he pressed one single kiss to the bullet wound above my right hipbone. He sucked lightly and it felt weird, but in a good way. I never thought I would feel something like this again. I never thought my body could be pleasured in stead of pained.
The feeling he left where he kissed my scars was indescribable. The sensation was so much more now that I knew he would be here to prevent it form ever happening again.

"I want to make love to you,"

I encouraged him closer and took his briefs of with shaking hands. His erections sprang free and Harry let out a moan. He slowly tugged my panties down my legs and discarded of them. He pushed my legs apart further and lowered himself down. His weight was supporting on his underarms which were placed beside my head.

He looked at me one more time with doubt in his eyes but I smiled and kissed his lips. He looked more sure as he guide himself towards my entrance. His tip pressed in slightly but he didn't press in fully until our eyes connected in a loving gaze.
His head was buried in my neck as he laid still on top of me.

"You can move baby," I told him gently and he raised his head to look at me. He stroke my hair out my face and smiled at me before pressing a kiss against my lips. He started moving and I gasped for air.

For a while, sex had been nothing but laying on my back and blocking every kind of emotion out. I never thought I could be more than that, I never thought I could enjoy it as much as I was now. I never associated love with sex. I had never had that before.

But now, when Harry was buried deep inside me, I finally felt what everyone had been telling me about. No pain, no pressure, just simply love. This isn't just sex, this is love making. Harry slowly thrusting into me while kissing and stroking every imperfection on my skin.

The feeling I get when Harry touches my scars is weird. It feels like a hundred persons kissing and tickling my skin at the same time. It added so much to the whole sensation.

"Oh god, you're so beautiful," Harry breathily told me and took some time to stare at my body beneath him. "Scars included," he whispered and stroke the scar above my right hipbone.

"I love you Allison," he mumbled over and over again against my skin. My legs were wrapped around his body and made Harry reach another spot from the new angle. "I'm close,"

"Me too," I said, using words for the first time. Harry's hand travelled down too above where we connected and he rubbed circles. His other hand desperately tried to find my hand and he entwined our fingers. He kissed me passionately as we both reached out highs.

Muffled Moans could be heard from our lips. Harry's head was now buried in my neck were he placed sloppy kisses. "I love you Harry Edward styles," I whispered and played with the slightly damp curls at his nape. He slipped away from me and stroked my cheek. He flipped us around so I was laying on top on him. He pulled the covers over our naked frames and smiled cheekily at me.

"Well that's a good thing cause I love you too," he grinned at me. My hair fell around our faces like a curtain. His green eyes were shining up to me with sparkles of joy and I'm sure they matched my blue ones. His plump lips were a little bit swollen. I rested my head on his chest and felt it raise and fall beneath me.

"I have never experienced something like that before," I whispered. "It was so different and sweet and and..." I trailed off not knowing the exact word to describe how I was feeling.

"Pure?" Harry offered and I lifted my head to nod and smile at him. I let out a deep sigh and felt Harry do the same. "We should go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow," he said, reminding me of the opening for the tour which was tomorrow.

"Mmm, I wish I could just disappear," I mumbled against his skin.

"Lighten up, you're going to be amazing!" Harry cheered me up but the pit in my stomach didn't go away with his words.

"Harry," I started. "Do you think you could put on some briefs? I'm a bit uncomfortable here," I said with a blush on my cheeks. Harry grinned at me. He nodded his head ad reached out to graph his briefs from the ground.

"You want yours as well?" He asked me with a cheeky smile on his. I nodded my head and let my head fall I'm the pillow with shame. He handed my panties to me and I slipped them on.

"Now come back here, cause I'm getting cold and I can't sleep without you anymore," Harry order and I smiled at him. I nestled in his arms and was pressed against his warm chest.


~*~


I woke up feeling lost and cold. I felt around my but found nothing but the covers. I sat up slightly and examined where I was and realized I was in Harry's room, without Harry. Where is that stupid boy?

Just as I was about to get up and search for and scold at him for waking me up so early- he hadn't exactly woken me up but his abscess had worried me so much, I had woken up- the door opened.

"Good morning sunshine, I brought you breakfast," Harry said with a big smile on his face. He was holding a tray with some toast on it. "I wanted to make you a real breakfast but we didn't have any," he stammered and I laughed at his cuteness.

"Come here," I told him and wrapped my hands around his necks to pull him in for a kiss. "That makes up for the bad breakfast," I grinned at him and his eyes twinkled with mischief. Suddenly I was lifted up in the air and giggling like crazy. He carried me to the bathroom and placed me on my feet again.

"You should shower, and I also have to shower. We should shower together and save water," Harry said with a cheeky grin on his face and I rolled my eyes but agreed.


~*~


"Remind me again, why are we taking the tour bus? The first concert is in London, we could practically walk," I said and raised my eyebrows. Harry and I were waking down the stairs toward the parking lot where the rest of the team would be waiting by the tour bus. We were taking the tour bus to London O2 arena where the first concert was held.

Harry and I had shared a romantic shower where I had not so elegantly fallen and I was once again reminded of my nickname; charming. Later we had shared a simple breakfast made by Harry. We got dressed comfortable clothes and made out way down stairs. We had also decided we would tell the boys about our secret relationship but I'm sure the already figured it out.

"Because it's tradition so shut up and go with if or we're leaving without you. You simply do not mess with the routines of one direction," Harry said in a playful manner. I rolled my eyes but decided to go with it. I was excited to see the tour bus anyways.

When we reached the parking lot I spotted the big bus and felt my jaw drop. The bus looked amazing and really big. Which I suppose should be because there will be six people sleeping in it.

"Oh my gosh it's amazing!" I squealed and now it was Harry's time to roll his eyes. I slapped his arms lightly before running away from him and to the bus with the people standing in front of it.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Louis said and narrowed his eyes at me. I noticed everyone was already there and we were the only ones missing.

"Hey! You know how long he takes in the morning," I pointed out and rolled my eyes at Harry who fake pouted at me. "I swear, he's like a girl," I added and an evil looked crossed Harry's features. Before I knew it I was swapped off my feet for the second time that day.

"No no no! Harry put me down!" I yelled but the evil grin on his face told me otherwise. He carried me inside and dropped me on the nearest bunk. Well this is quite comfy, I thought to myself but a few seconds later a huge body pressed down on me.

"Gaawh get off me you fool! You're heavy!" I complained but he didn't budge.

"Everyone get down here!" Harry yelled and I was soon laying underneath the five most famous people in the world. This mag be heaven to some, but certainly not to me. These boys were heavy as shit and making me feel very flat.

"Seriously what do you guys eat?" I scoffed and tried to push them off me but they didn't move. They were all laughing loudly at my pathetic attempts to free myself until Paul walked in.

"Leave the girl alone!" He said but not before taking a picture. After he got what he wanted he decided to be a nice potato and help me out. He lifted all the boys up separately and freed me, giving me some space to breath.

"Thank Pauly," I smiled at him and he narrowed his eyes at my newfound nickname but ding protest.

"Paul send me that photo! I wanna post it on twitter!"

Notes

Don't know what happened but I can't seem to log in on my tumblr account so now I'm logging in on my twitter account. I hope I'll be able to update on the other account but for now this is the best I can do...