Isabelle's P.O.V

Once I was sure it had locked, I turned around to meet Harry’s gaze. He smiled slightly at me. “Okay,” he said simply, “What movie do you want to—?”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss. Our mouths remained locked in a steady embrace for a few moments before he pulled back. “What was that all about?” he panted slightly, his lips curving up in a smirk. God, that fucking smirk. I wanted to kiss it right off of his face. Everything about him was amazing. His eyes, his hair, his smile and his dimples. His tanned and toned muscular body, and the way he held me in his arms.

“I just love you,” I whispered, “So fucking much.” He chuckled as I cussed, and I smiled widely at him, just wanting to kiss him and lay with him, his arms surrounding me and making me feel safe. “I love you too baby,” he murmured, kissing me again. I played with the hairs on the nape of his neck as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine.

“So,” he asked, “I was going to call a couple’s therapist later on today. Maybe book an appointment tomorrow? I just want to know if you’re sure about these sessions.” I nodded firmly. Of course I was sure.

“Definitely,” I said sternly, and he smiled when I added, “I want to be able to have sex with you, Harry.”

He chuckled again and kissed me for the third time, “So do I, baby girl.” I couldn’t help it; my heart sped up when he said those words. I knew that he’d wanted to make love to me. But every time he expressed it, I couldn’t help but to get a tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just really wanted to hurry the fuck up with the therapist sessions, so that I could finally experience…Harry.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked me in a low voice, sounding oh-so-sexy. Every time he spoke, I was still caught off-guard by his gorgeous accent and slow speech. God, I wanted—him. Just him—everything he had to give, I wanted.

“Thanks,” I whispered, and he kissed my cheek lightly. We settled into a comfy position on his bed. I was lying beside him, snuggled up into his chest, turning my face and burying it in the thin cottony fabric of my shirt every so often, smelling his cinnamon scent and wishing desperately that I could show him how much he meant to me. But I couldn’t—at least, not now.

His arm was slung carelessly around me, his big hand resting on my hip. Every so often, he would squeeze my waist appreciatively, and I would lean up and kiss his jawline. We’d chosen exactly what Louis had suggested—a chick flick. While ‘The Wedding Planner’ played, Harry nuzzled his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. I giggled and kissed his lips.

Eventually, the movie lost our attention. We were now focussed on only each other. Talking, sharing kisses, cuddling. God, I loved him so much. He was the best thing that I could ask for. I blushed when he chuckled, and realised that I must’ve said this out loud.

“Sorry,” I stuttered, covering my mouth slightly. He grinned, “Don’t be,” he whispered, and leaned down to kiss me again, “Because I feel the exact same way.” I smiled and reached for the DVD player remote, snatching it up and I paused the TV. The movie was nearing the end anyways. A few more minutes and the credits would be rolling.

“Hey,” Harry protested, smirking down at me, “I wanted to see the ending.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s nothing special. They kiss, make up and eventually get married. Not so sure about the last one, but they definitely kiss and make up.”

Harry grinned down at me and without warning, reached for my hand, plucking the remote neatly from my grasp.

“Hey!” I said, and I clobbered on top of him, straddling his waist, trying to get the remote back. Harry just grinned, falling backwards on the bed, his back resting against the mattress.

He held the remote away from me, and I had to reach over his face to get it. I extended my arm but his arms were just too damn long.

“You’re going to wish you’d never done that,” I muttered, trying to reach farther.

He chuckled, “No I’m not. I have a sexy girl straddling my waist, with her breasts hanging in my face.” I gasped, blushed, and bounced off of him, pressing myself against the far wall.

“Aw,” he whined, “I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“Yes,” I breathed, still slightly taken aback at his very dirty and blunt remark, “You really should have.” He sat up, seeming to notice my nervousness, and set the remote down.

“Isabelle?” he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

I nodded quickly, not really wanting to tell him, but then I mentally face-palmed. There it was again. That same voice in my head telling me to lie to him. I couldn’t keep on doing that; it wasn’t healthy, and frankly, I was sick of keeping my emotions bottled up. Making a quick decision, my nod went to a shake. “Actually, no,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I just feel so…”

I shook my head again, squeezing my eyes shut. My confession to Harry about Cameron seemed like a million years ago, even though it had just happened this morning. I was just so sick of Cameron. For two years, he invaded my life, giving me nightmares and scarring me. I just wanted to move on from that, I wanted to be with Harry, and let Harry make me forget all about Cameron.

“I get it,” my beautiful boyfriend nodded earnestly. I shot him a small smile, my eyes flashing open. He slung his legs over the bed and stood; the remote lying forgotten on the bed. He held out his hands, and I reached forward, gripping his fingertips tightly. He sighed and pulled me to him, and my head hit the soft fabric covering his toned chest. He squeezed me tightly against him, and I sighed, “I love you Harry.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of my head, “And I swear,” he added, “If I ever see that bastard...ever—”

“You won’t,” I cut him off, staring up into his green eyes, which were now smoldering, “You won’t Harry. Because I want to stay here with you. I love you.” He pursed his lips, looking like he wanted to say more, but then nodded once, his whole body relaxing.

“I’m sorry for saying that,” he sighed, brushing some hair out of my eyes, “I shouldn’t have made it sound like that.” I shook my head, smirking slightly, “It’s okay. I managed Gemma. I will now surely be able to manage you.”

He chuckled and without warning picked me up in his arms, throwing me onto the bed. I shrieked happily, scrambling away from him, but he caught my ankle and yanked me closer to where he was. He planted his knees on the bed beside my waist, and his hands went to the space beside my head, trapping me. He leaned down slightly, pressing our foreheads together, “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to my nose. I giggled.

“So are you,” I said in a baby voice, arching my neck back while he kissed my throat. He pulled down the collar of my turtleneck lightly and pressed feathery kisses to the purple bruises lining my collarbone. I sighed contentedly and then blushed lightly.

He pulled back, smirking, “What do you say, I give you a few more of these, yeah?” he asked coyly, gesturing to the love bites. I bit my lip, smiling slightly, before nodding. He kissed my lips lightly before moving down to my neck, beginning his work.

Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door, “I don’t hear a film playing in there!” Louis yelled. Harry groaned, climbing off of me, and I giggled lightly. He went to answer the door while I reached for the remote, flicking the television off. As soon as Harry opened the door, everyone swarmed into the room. Louis and Niall immediately ran for the bed, climbing onto it and jumping like children.

“Whee!” Niall squealed shrilly, and I couldn’t help but to laugh, my body moving with the movements of the bed. Harry groaned as Eleanor, Liam, Zayn and Perrie lounged around the room.

“Guys,” he grumbled, “How many times have I said not to come into my room?”

“Too many!” Liam laughed, but that didn’t stop him from taking a seat on the floor. I smiled at Harry’s annoyed expression, but then he caught my eye and winked. I couldn’t help but to blush and look away. God, if only this boy knew the effect he had on me…

“Harry!” Niall screamed, nearing the edge of the bed, still hopping about, “Catch me!” Harry looked like he wanted to protest, but before he could, Niall jumped off. I guess Harry cared somewhat about the Irish leprechaun, because he rushed to catch him. My eyes widened as Niall went crashing into my tanned, curly-headed boyfriend, and they both toppled to the floor.

Everyone laughed. Niall pouted mockingly, “You’re not strong enough.” He climbed off of Harry and Harry propped himself up on his elbows, scowling slightly. “What are you talking about?” he said in his British accent, his voice slightly raspy, “I’ve been going to the gym frequently.”

“Why have I never heard of this?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

Zayn oohed, “She just ratted you out, mate,” he chuckled and Perrie shrieked in laughter. Harry rolled his eyes and I held out a hand, helping him up. He sat up and crawled over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Laying his head back on my knees, he closed his eyes, and I immediately began playing with his curls absentmindedly. Louis jumped off of the bed and took a seat next to Eleanor.

“Harry,” Louis stated, “I’ll be crashing at El’s place tonight.” Harry nodded, shrugging his shoulders, “Whatever,” he remarked, his eyes still closed. I couldn’t help but to smirk down at him. He continued, “Isabelle will stay over. Right baby?”

“Right,” I said earnestly, pulling on his hair harshly. “Hey,” he protested, and sat up. I giggled as he laid his head back down on my knees, glancing at me warily before doing so. Just then a thought came to me, “I’d better call Kate, though, just to tell her.”

Harry nodded and I stood up, weaving my way through the mess of people on the floor. Finally I reached the door and stepped out of the room, taking a few steps down the hall before fishing my phone out of my pocket. I unlocked it and dialled Kate’s number. It rang twice before she picked it up.

“Hey Belle!” she chirped. I couldn’t help but to smile at her bright voice. “Hey,” I said, a little quieter, “Is it alright if I sleep at Harry’s tonight?”

“Won’t Louis be there though?” I could almost hear the frown in her voice. I shook my head, and then reminded myself that we were on the phone, and she couldn’t see me, so I followed with, “No. He’s going to be at Eleanor’s tonight.”

“Oh,” I could hear her voice relax slightly, “I like Eleanor. She’s so sweet.”

“Tell me about it,” I rolled my eyes, smiling. Kate mumbled in response before saying, “So it’ll be just you and Harry?” she asked. I nodded, my eyebrows furrowing, “Yeah.” There was silence before she said, “Alone?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, thinking nothing of it. I finally caught on when she cackled, and then I covered my mouth, blushing slightly, “No Kate, God no! Not like that! Stop being so dirty!”

She giggled before catching her breath, evidently deciding not to torture me anymore, and for that I was grateful. “I’m just kidding,” she said breathlessly, “I was thinking of calling Alex anyways. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“Right,” I nodded, “He’s your boyfriend, correct?”

“Duh,” she giggled. For a twenty-five-year-old grown woman, she could still act like a bubbly schoolgirl when she wanted to. I rolled my eyes and then a high-pitched screech was heard from inside Harry’s room. Kate must’ve heard it too, because she laughed, “Trouble in paradise?” she asked mockingly.

“Not exactly,” I said, “We’ve got the whole gang here.”

“Ah,” she sounded understanding and then giggled, “Well, I should let you get back. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
I nodded, “Yeah, bye Katie.” She scoffed, “You know I don’t like it when you call me that, Iz.” She retorted, using the nickname that I absolutely hated with an exquisitely deep passion.

I laughed, “Fair enough. Bye Kate, love you.”

“Love you too, Belle,” she said, and I brought the phone away from my ear. I think we hung up at roughly about the same time.

As soon as I ended the call, guilt washed over me. I had come to London to spend time with Kate, but I felt as though I was ditching her. Everything with Harry had just taken up all of the space in my head, leaving absolutely no room for Kate. I felt bad, and I wanted to call her back to tell her that screw it, I was coming home, but then I remembered that she was going to invite Alex over. No, I couldn’t ruin her night. I would let it slide for tonight, have a nice, relaxing evening with Harry, and tell her about how I felt tomorrow. Tonight I was going to calm down and try to forget about anything stressful in my life.

I shoved my cell phone back into my pocket and turned on my heel, walking back into Harry’s room. “What was that shriek?” I asked, puzzled, “Did one of the girls find a bug on the floor?”

At that remark, everyone cracked up again. Everyone that is, except for Harry. He frowned mockingly, crossing his arms over his chest. It took everything I had to not stare at the ink visible through the thin white shirt he wore. His hair was pushed up off his forehead, and he just looked oh-so-sexy.

“What did I say?” I asked, even more confused than I was before. Liam was the first to stop laughing and catch his breath. “It—,” he began, before dissolving into small breathy chuckles. I crossed my arms, pouting. “What Liam?” I asked, rolling my eyes playfully.

“It—it wasn’t Eleanor or Perrie,” Liam managed to choke out, “It was Harold. Niall tried to—to touch his hair, and he just—” Liam spiralled into another fit of laughter, and his statement just made everyone else laugh even harder too.

I looked at Harry, smirking slightly, “Is that true?” I asked, trying to keep my bottom lip from wobbling in giggles. Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the small, sheepish smile that made his plump, kissable lips turn upwards.

“Yeah,” he grumbled good-naturedly, running his fingers through his hair. I laughed, making my way over to him, and fell back on the bed before scrambling into a lying position on my stomach. My lips were right next to Harry’s ear.

“You let me touch your hair,” I murmured, trying to sound sexy. I nipped at his earlobe in hopes that it would make me look seductive. He bit at his lip, “Well yeah. You’re mine.” I giggled and ran my fingers through his hair to make a point before harshly sucking on the spot right below his ear. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from moaning, and I smiled satisfactorily. I was grateful that everyone else was so absorbed in their laughter to notice us.

“You’d better fucking stop it right now, before I take you right here on this bed,” Harry warned me quietly. I laughed but stopped, knowing that he wasn’t bluffing and that he’d seriously order everyone out of his room to do just that. However, I kept my fingers in his curls, and he leaned his head back lightly as I smiled tenderly.

“I love you,” I whispered into his hair, and I felt him smile.

Notes

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