When I wake up the next morning I actually have a smile on my face. I didn't think that was actually possible but...okay. I roll onto my back and stretch my arms above my head, blinking my eyes a few times to adjust to the light coming in from the window that is no longer covered by the curtain. Only one person who could have done that.

I look around a bit to try and find Harry, but he's nowhere. The bathroom door opens and the man himself walks out, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He shakes his hands through his wet hair and walks over to me.

"Morning," I chirp. He leans down with one hand on either side of my head.

"Hello there," he says lowly.

"Your hair looks cute," I tease. One corner of his mouth tugs up higher than the other, his left dimple prominent in his cheek. Harry has this charming boyish look to him, but he's also very manly and alarmingly handsome.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine, softly and quickly. As he starts standing up again I reach for his neck, pulling him back down to me. He chuckles against my mouth and lowers his body onto mine, lips working aggressively while his tongue explores my mouth. My hands rake up and down his back and he starts kissing lightly up and down my neck, teasing me.

"I can't believe you showered without me," I breathe. He chuckles against my skin and sits back on his legs. He has a sexy half smile on his face.

"How rude of me." He stands and pulls the blanket away from my, taking my hand and pulling me up from the bed. My face flushes when I realize that I'm still completely naked from last night. He eyes me appreciatively and pulls me into the bathroom. His towel drops to the floor but before I can get a good look his lips are working against mine, his hands tight around me. I loop mine around his neck and he stumbles back a bit and I hear the water turn on. I tangle my fingers into his hair and his dig into my hips as a low groan leaves his mouth. When we step in the shower I walk through the water before he presses me aggressively against the wall. The water splashing off of Harry's back is warm enough, but not too hot that when things get heated we'll pass out or something.

He leaves a sloppy trail down my neck and collarbone, down the middle of my stomach. He gets down on his knees and looks up at me before his mouth is against me. He puts his hands against my hips and pushes me back against the wall to keep my steady. Leaning on his shoulders for support I do my best to stay on my feet while his tongue plunges in and out of me. My eyes close and I lean my head back against the wall, a long low moan leaving my lips. He suddenly leaves and I'm left panting leaning against the wall of the shower. What the hell?

He comes back and rips a foil packet with his teeth. For some reason the action is incredibly arousing. He slides it on quickly and I pull him back to me, wanting to kiss him for the rest of my life.

"Jump," he commands against my lips. He steps back slightly and I comply, immediately locking my legs behind him. He pushes me back up against the wall, one hand presses against the tile while the other explores my skin.

"Harry, come on," I beg. He chuckles and puts his hands on my hips, holding me against the wall while he aligns himself. I peel my eyes open and He stares right back at my while he suddenly fills me. I whimper slightly and he holds himself still inside me. If the situation were different I would be in pain right now from the wall. It's awfully hard. I try to kiss him again but when I feel his lips he pulls back slightly. I wrap my arms around him and claw at his back.

"Fuck," I groan. I'm going to go insane right now. He smiles deviously and presses his lips to the corner of my mouth, teasing me again.

"Tell me you want me," he says gruffly. He pulls slightly out of me, barely anything, and moves back into me again. I whimper and he just stares at me.

"Harry come on." I'm extremely turned on and he's just not even helping. His lips press to the crook of my neck and across my shoulder. My fingers dig into his back.

"Just tell me what you want baby," he continues. He slowly trails back to my mouth but doesn't kiss me.

"Fuck me," I breathe. He smiles and grips my hip harder again.

"Gladly."

He abruptly pulls out and slams into me, continually hitting the same spot and making me cry out each time. He groans and presses his lips hard to mine. My lips feel swollen from the heat of these kisses, but I don't care. After another fifteen seconds we come undone together. Both of us are breathing like we just ran a marathon and we just stay where we are while we calm down.

"Well good morning," he says hoarsely. I laugh breathlessly and unwrap my legs, sliding down the wall to stand on my own again. My legs are shaky but I manage to stay standing.

When I don't feel like I'm going to fall over Harry lets me stand under the water, volunteering himself to wash my hair. He takes his time performing all my washing and he quickly rinses himself, since he already showered once. When we're finally stepping out of the shower we'd been in there for over a half hour.

"Do you want to get room service for breakfast?" he asks, wrapping a towel around his waist. I wrap one around my body and dry my hair a bit with a towel. He stands beside me and I use the same towel to ruffle his hair. He laughs and bats my arms away.

"Yeah, that sounds fine. Oh! Waffles!" I say excitedly. He laughs and nods his head.

"Okay," he agrees, kissing my forehead. I watch him walk out, his back muscles flexing as he walks. Damn.

I remove the makeup from around my eyes and rake a comb through my hair before walking out into the bedroom. Harry hands up the phone and turns to face me, his fingers running through his wet hair, starting to reform its curls.

"Breakfast will be up in about ten minutes," he announces, wrapping his arms around me. I trace his butterfly tattoos with the tip of my fingers. He squirms a bit and laughs like a little kid. "Don't, that tickles."

"That was the cutest thing you've ever done," I say, giggling a bit. He laughs and I look back down at his tattoo. "How long have you had this one?"

"Umm..I'm not sure. A few years maybe? I think I was eighteen or nineteen when I got this one."

"How do you not remember?"

He shrugs. "I have a lot of tattoos. I don't remember when I got all of them."

"This one is huge!" He laughs and shrugs again. "Alright fine. So what do you want to do today?"

"Hmm." He leads my hands up to the back of his neck and sets his on my hips again. "I'd be okay with just staying up here all day."

"We are in New York of all places and you want to spend all day in the hotel? Why!" He smiles and hugs me tighter to his body, leaning down and kissing along the side of my neck. "Oh," I laugh. "Harry, we haven't even gone to the Empire State Building!"

"We have another two days here, we have time," he mumbles. My head rolls to the side and his hair tickles my neck. He suddenly picks me up and throws me onto the bed.

"May I remind you how many days we've spent just hanging out in your apartment?" I ask shakily while he crawls over me.

"I can't help it, you're just so sexy," he says lowly. I bite my lip and he leans down to kiss under my jaw, nudging my head up and to the side with his nose. "I can think of lots of things we can do here."

"Harry-"

A knock on the door interrupts us both. He groans and gets up, walking towards the door still only wearing his towel. Someone walks in unexpectedly and I gasp and sit up, making sure my towel covers everything it's supposed to. Harry laughs a little and the guy rolls a cart into the room with a few different dishes in it. I smile shyly at him and he nods at me before turning and heading for the door. Harry hands him some money and shuts the door, locking both locks.

"That was embarrassing," I mutter. Harry smiles and lifts the lids off the plates, revealing some waffles, french toast, and a mountain of fruit. I lean back against the pillows and watch while he samples little things.

"What are you doing?" he asks. "Come on, come eat."

"I'm sleepy," I say softly. He laughs and walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.

"I probably know why."

"It's not hard to figure it out, Harry. Good job, though."

"Thanks, you were pretty good too."

"That is not what I meant," I say, laughing and hitting his arm. He laughs as well and kisses me quickly a few times before rolling the cart over to the side of the bed. I sit up more and he pours syrup over the waffles, then hands them to me. "Thanks baby."

"So is that what you want to do today? The Empire State building?"

"Yeah. And we have to find somewhere good to go tonight for New Year's Eve."

He laughs a little. "Well, it's New York. I was kind of thinking we'd go to Times Square."

My face flushes and I stuff some waffles into my mouth while he laughs more. How could I forget that? Apparently I'm not so bright.

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"I didn't think it'd be this crowded," I shout to Harry. He nods and pulls me out of the way of yet another drunken visitor. I always thought being in New York for New Years Eve would be the best but...I think it might be a little over rated.

We walk around for a bit, try to anyway, to see if we can get closer tot he stage. After a while I'm just freezing and Harry is visibly frustrated.

"Harry!" I tug on his arm and he turns to look at me. "The hotel is just down there and we can see everything from our balcony. Let's just go back and watch the ball drop from there."

"You sure?" he shouts. Someone knocks me over from behind and I stumble forwards into his body. He shouts something rude to the guy and helps me stand. "Okay, let's go."

After an endless amount of 'excuse me's' and pushing through the crowd we finally get out of there and walk back to our hotel. It's a little weird not being with Kylie and Mason tonight, but it's a good weird since Harry is with me.

"Well that was ridiculous," Harry says when we get into the room. I nod my head in agreement and flop onto the bed, completely exhausted from our day of walking around the city. "Babe, you can go to sleep soon. It's only twelve minutes to midnight."

"Really?" He nods and lays on his side next to me. We stay silent for a few minutes and I feel myself falling asleep. "Okay, take me outside before I pass out."

He laughs softly and pulls me to my feet, leading me to the balcony. I lean against the railing and he wraps his arms tight around me, his lips lightly pressed to my temple. We have a fantastic view of everything from here, including the giant famous ball.

"Hey, remember what I said at that party? About maybe getting a different job?" I nod. "I don't think I can do that."

"Why?" I ask, trying not to sound disappointed. It seemed extreme at first, but the more I thought about it the more excited I got.

"I have a contract, I need to be there for at least a year before I can leave. I read it again to see, but there's not way I can get out of it."

"That makes sense. It's fine, though. We'll be fine, we'll figure it out."

"I know," he agrees quietly. "You know, I never thanked you."

"For what?" I ask, half turning so I'm facing him and the celebration. He smiles warmly at me.

"For last night. I told you everything and you're not treating me like I'm damaged goods or a kicked puppy or something."

I smile and put my hand against his rosy cheek. "You're my damaged goods." He laughs and shakes his head. "I'm kidding. I'm glad you told me all of that."

"Me too," he agrees, I wrap my arm around his waist and lean my boy into his, hugging him close for warmth. I watch the ball get closer to the bottom of the line, thinking about the last year. It wasn't all that eventful until September when a certain curly-headed man appeared. So much has changed, but I couldn't be more excited.

Harry lifts his one wrist and checks his watch. "Getting close. Do you think we'll be able to hear them countdown?"

"Probably," I laugh. The people down there are so drunk its ridiculous. After another minute or so they start counting from thirty. "Thirty seconds, Styles. Anything else you want to do this year?"

"I have everything I want," he says quietly. He kisses my forehead and I smile like a freak. I was thinking the same thing.

The countdown drops and I see the ball hit the bottom while the hundreds of people on the ground start celebrating. I laugh and watch it happen, lights going off everywhere and confetti seemingly falling from the sky. It's beautiful.

"I love you," Harry whispers in my ear. I get chills down my spine, but not from the cold. I quickly turn my head towards his and catch his lips with mine. I know I said it last night but...I'm just not ready.

So, I stand there for who knows how long. Kissing and holding the man of my dreams for the first minutes of the new year.

Notes

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