Isabelle's P.O.V

“Belle?” Kate asked, peeking her head through the kitchen doorway. Louis and El had left only moments before, and Harry was lounging around in the living room. I was grateful that he could sense that I needed some space. Kate, on the other hand, was not as wise. But, then again, we were sisters, and we had experienced mom’s death together, so I should’ve let her in.

“Hey,” I said quietly, my palms resting on the counter, not doing anything just…pondering. Kate sighed and came over to me, sliding into one of the stools opposite of me, and I lifted my head from its hanging position.

“I miss her too,” Kate said simply, and I sighed. Kate swiped her index finger daintily under her eye, careful not to ruin her mascara, and I almost cracked a smile.

“We’ll get through it,” I assure her, and she laughed lightly.

“This is the exact opposite of what happened last year,” she said, smiling while her eyes watered. I smiled as well, remembering last year, when I’d called her, completely lost in hysterics, and she’d been the calm one, trying to soothe me but failing miserably. Because at that time, I couldn’t be soothed.

“I’m better Kate,” I told her earnestly, because I was, “I’m so much better than I was last year. I have you, I have Harry, and I’m just ready to move on.”

She swallowed heavily, still managing to smile sweetly at me, “Oh baby,” she whispered, reaching for my hand, “That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

Our hands clasped tightly and she leaned over, kissing my forehead lightly. Just then, Harry walked in, and when he saw that we were both fighting tears, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide. Quickly, he threw his thumb over his shoulder.

“I should leave,” he said sheepishly, “It’s getting late anyways.”

But Kate shook her head, wiping at her eyes as they widened, “No, Harry, by all means, you’re welcome to stay here. I actually had plans with Alex anyways.”

“Oh,” he said blankly as she turned back to me. Behind her back, he mouthed, “Who’s Alex?”

I laughed quietly and mouthed back, “Boyfriend.”

He then nodded knowingly as Kate hugged me, “I know that I shouldn’t be going out on a night like this. But it helps me to cope.”

“Kate,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around her, “It’s okay, really. Harry and I will stay here. Go have fun.”

“Okay,” she sniffled, pulling back, “I love you,” she told me sincerely, and then walked out of the room. I heard her fumble with her jacket, shoes and keys, sniffle once more, before wrenching the door open, calling out a goodbye, and shutting it.

Once she was gone, I sighed, putting my face in my hands, “I’m worried about her,” I breathed to myself. Harry chuckled from the doorway, and I jolted slightly, forgetting that he was even here.

“She’s fine,” he assured me, slowly making his way over to where I was. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back to his front, and kissing the spot under my earlobe lightly. I shivered, and he spoke against my skin, “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Yeah?” I asked, closing my eyes, letting the sensation of letting him do whatever he wanted with me drive my mind wild, “And why’s that?” I asked dreamily.

“Because,” he mumbled against my neck, sucking lightly on a spot, causing my breathing to hitch. He didn’t say anything after that, I was beginning to think that he had no real answer; he just wanted to touch me. I smiled before realising that it was still my mother’s passing day. My eyes snapped open.

“Harry,” I whispered, trying to shimmy out of his grip, “We can’t. Not—not tonight.”

I felt him let go of me and I turned towards him. He stepped back, looking mad at himself.

“You’re right,” he spoke, his voice pained. His hand came up to tug at his hair lightly, making it stick up, and he swore, “Fuck. I’m sorry Belle. I’m so fucking stupid.”

“It’s okay, really,” I said, not wanting him to beat himself up over this, because that wasn’t why I said it. I stepped closer to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss him lightly. He responded with his lips almost immediately, and we kissed for a few moments before I pulled back breathlessly.

“It’s fine,” I repeated, our lips brushing, “It’s just…I can’t tonight. I feel as though it would be disrespectful.”

He nodded solemnly and then smiled sheepishly, “You’re right,” he told me, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine again quickly, “You always are,” he said, after he pulled back, and smiled cheekily at me.

“I love you,” I said to him, hugging him tightly. He stiffened for a moment before melting around my body, shielding me, protecting me from everything: my memories, my emotions, just my whole self in general.

“I love you too,” he told me sincerely, and he finally pulled back, extending a hand, “Come on.”

I took his hand, and he graciously led us upstairs. For a moment, I panicked, afraid that he’d try to force himself onto me, but then I remembered that this was Harry, not Cameron, and he would never try to intentionally hurt me.

But I had my doubts as he reached the top of the stairs, tugging me down the hall and into my room. He closed the door, locking it, and I stood before him, my eyes wide and my jaw hanging, my fingers finding their way to the H charm on the bracelet he’d gotten me. It had become my go-to item whenever I became nervous.

When he turned back to me, his own eyes widened, and he suddenly realised what it looked like.

“Oh, no—I—I would never,” he stumbled over his words. I just nodded soundlessly.

“I just wanted to go to bed,” Harry whispered, raking a hand through his hair and stepping towards me. I pursed my lips and nodded again, leaning up and kissing his lips softly, “I’m just paranoid, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he growled, kissing my cheek. I pulled back, “Let’s go to bed.”

I then took the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head. The fabric fell to the floor. I crossed my arms over my own body and did the same to my top, and we both fumbled to remove our socks, pants and underwear, standing completely bare in front of each other in a matter of seconds.

Harry reached out to grasp my forearm lightly, pulling me to him and crushing me in a hug. It was skin on skin, no barriers, our bodies simply heating each other up, and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to my bed, slowly easing down onto it and covering our tangled bodies with the duvet.

I didn’t relax my position when we were covered. I clung onto his naked torso, my hands gripping at his back, my ankles locked near the small of it. He sighed and drew little circles along my bare back with his fingertips, and I shivered. Ducking his head, he kissed my shoulder lightly and mumbled, “You’re so beautiful. You’re mine. I won’t let anything ever hurt you.”

I sniffled into his shoulder and squeezed my eyes closed, willing myself to fall asleep and wake up in the morning, free of the sadness, the pain, and the loss, willing myself to wake up in the morning and begin a new day.

***

“Harrryyy,” I giggled and batted him away as he reached for me.

“Aw, come on babe,” he pouted, and in response, I giggled again, pecking his lips before shimming out of his grip, a teasing smiled adorning my face, “It’s not nice to grope your girlfriend,” I scolded playfully.

His eyes darkened with lust, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with my girlfriend,” he said savagely, and with a sudden spurt of energy, he pounced on me.

I shrieked and tried to push him off, but he sat on my legs and pinned my wrists above my head, so that they rested comfortably on the soft down of my pillow.

We were in my bed the next morning. We’d both shrugged on underwear, knowing that if we were naked around each other for too long, one of us would eventually crack. I felt…new, rejuvenated. Of course, I still missed my mother, but I wasn’t as heartbroken anymore, and I was determined to keep it that way and put my past behind me. Today was a new day, and I was ready to smile, laugh and cuddle up to my man.

My boyfriend leaned down and kissed me lightly; I’d expected something rougher, but the touch was simply, fluttery and tender, and I melted into him like butter, sighing and trying to free my arms from his grasp, eager to wrap them around his neck. He sensed that I wasn’t going to fight anymore and released me, and I wound my forearms around him.

He hummed appreciatively against my lips, and I smiled maliciously before acting. Quickly, I detached my lips from his, taking in a deep gulp of air, and put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him off of me. He didn’t have any leverage against me, so he easily fell back, and I scrambled out from under him.

“Don’t grope me,” I giggled, watching as his lips curved down into a childish pout. Those full, succulent lips…

Stop it, Isabelle.

Right.

“C’mere,” he growled, and he pounced on me like a wild animal while I squealed and tried to evade his long, reaching arms.

“Fuck you!” I shrieked like a little schoolgirl, and Harry laughed loudly.

He finally managed to grapple a hold onto me and pushed me up against the wall, our chests heaving. His eyes slid down my body to stare at my breasts, which were rising and falling heavily, and he licked his lips, looking back up at me.

“Want to?” he asked, his voice suddenly raspy, and I knew from experience that that was his sex voice. I gulped lightly, trying not to make it obvious, but he saw it anyways, and grinned mischievously at me, his eyes gleaming. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss me again, and I sighed lightly.

“Horny bastard,” I mumbled against his mouth. He simply hummed in response, sending a buzzing feeling through my brain and along my nerves, like little electrical cords. Harry made my body react in way I didn’t know were possible.

I let my hands rest on his chest, slowly trailing my fingers down his torso and marvelling at how they glided along each well-defined ab, like a car hitting a speed bump. I felt his muscles tense and pulled back, letting my warm breath fan his face, trying to turn him on.

“Shh,” I mumbled, moving to his neck and lightly kissing and biting at the skin.

He groaned, “You’re killing me here, Belle.”

I grinned, “That was my intention.” I spoke against his throat, sending little vibrations all along his body, and he stiffened.

Without warning, he grabbed my bum, snarling in my ear, “Jump.”

I complied only too eagerly, letting my hands snake over the curve of his shoulders and roam his backside as he hoisted me up and our lips fought in yet another passionate, heated brawl. He pushed me up against the wall lightly and I groaned into his mouth, wanting to let him know how good he made me feel.

“Oh, Harry,” I breathed in his ear, and he growled against my neck, where he’d started lightly sucking on different patches of my olive skin.

“You’re turning me on,” he warned, and I threw my head back against the door, laughing breathlessly. He took the opportunity to continue nipping and licking at my neck, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair as he kept my body pressed against the wall with his torso. Without warning, he thrust his pelvis bone to meet mine, and I gasped, my head snapping back down to look at him with wide eyes.

He simply grinned slyly at me and did it again, and a loud moan slipped out of my mouth. Soon, we were quite evidently humping each other, our underwear being the only slips of clothing separating us. Harry trailed the tip of his tongue along my collarbone and pulled back, blowing on the wet path he’d left, and I let out a strangled sound.

“I want you,” I managed to choke out, gripping his shoulders and finally bringing my eyes to meet his sparkling green ones, “Now.”

He chuckled, “Morning sex, huh?”

“Mm-hm,” I nodded feverishly, that small mumble of a response being all I was able to get out while he continued to thrust our privates together. I sighed and then blushed, and he leaned down to kiss me, “Your wish is my command,” he smirked.

And then he pried our bodies away from the wall and threw me onto the bed. I squealed and scrambled up the covers as he quickly joined me, crawling over to where I was. He gripped my waist in his large hands tightly, and I almost giggled with excitement.

This was going to be good.

Notes

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