Isabelle's P.O.V

Harry and I were cuddled up, naked, in bed, lying in a comfortable silence. Neither of us spoke, but I just knew that we were cherishing the love we’d just made, and I couldn’t help but to smile lightly at the thought. We were both breathing heavily, and I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sighing.

Just then, his cell phone rang, and he cursed, sitting up, letting the duvet fall to curl around his waist as he reached across my body to grab his cell on the nightstand. He quickly answered it, “Hello?”

I could hear Niall on the other end, his accent not being hard to miss, “Hey Haz,” he said cheekily, and I heard voices of the other boys in the background.

Harry smirked, “Nialler, what’s up?”

The line went silent for a few moments, and Harry and I shot each other confused looks before Niall finally said, “You and Isabelle just had sex, didn’t you?”

How did he know these things?

Harry’s blunt silence was enough, and Niall cackled. “I know it Haz. Your voice is all husky and low.” Harry laughed a beautiful raspy sound that made my heart melt.

“Is Isabelle there?” Niall inquired, trying to keep a laugh out of his tone. “No!” I hissed at Harry, but he smirked and said, “Yeah,” into the tiny mechanical device.

Niall laughed loudly and screamed out, no doubt to the boys on the other end, “ISABELLE GOT THE D!”

I heard loud whoops and hollers and buried my face in my hands, blushing madly. Harry chuckled and I scowled lightly, turning away from him and burying my face in the fluffy pillows of my bed.

“Aw,” he pouted, “She’s mad at me now. I’ll have to call you back Niall.”

“Have fun!” he shouted cheekily, over the roar of the other boys, who were probably chatting all about my sex life now. Harry laughed and hung up, tossing his phone on the bed and wasting no time cuddling up to me, spooning me from behind.

“Aw,” he whined, “Love, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, still frowning, my voice muffled by the pillow. I rolled my eyes as he tried to turn me around but failed, as I kept on staying rooted to the position I was in.

“Baby,” he said sternly, and I made an exasperated noise, sitting up and reaching for my underwear and bra, pulling both pieces of clothing on in a flash. I stood from the bed, and folded my arms over my chest, very cross with him. He couldn’t just go and spill out our intimate moments with other people! It had taken me so fucking long to become comfortable with the idea of sex, more than two fucking years, and finally, I’d allowed him to be a part of that. Now, he had just ruined it.

I didn’t realise I had said this out loud until a deep frown etched itself into Harry perfectly plump lips, “I’m sorry, love. I’m an idiot.”

I scoffed, still not relaxing from my tense position, “Yeah, you are.”

I sighed and raked my fingers through my hair, not as mad at him anymore, since he’d at least acknowledged his stupidity, but still pretty angry.

“Just—,” I began, holding up my hands, “Don’t do it again,” I finally said, pursing my lips.

He nodded and then gently leaned forward to grip my wrists, tenderly prodding me to come back down onto the bed. I did so, warily, I might add, and sat down tensely on the edge of the mattress, my shoulders hunched in a defensive position.

Harry sighed and slowly trailed the pad of his thumb along the curve of my pink lips. It took everything I had to not lean into his touch.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated quietly, and it was my turn to sigh. I closed my eyes, my anger slowly seeping out of me, but I didn’t want him to know that.

I sluggishly pulled away from him, and almost immediately, hurt washed over his face.

“I’m going to go make us some breakfast,” I announced quietly, and I quickly reached for a pair of shorts, sliding them on, so that now I was in a bra and shorts. Harry watched me do this, his face a hard mask, his lips pursed so tightly that the skin around his mouth had turned white.

I turned away, padding out of the room, my fingers prowling through my hair like a tractor during the harvesting season. Harry didn’t stop me, probably figuring that I needed some time alone, and I loved him for that.

Downstairs, I pulled out a pan, batter, a whisk, milk, eggs, plates and cutlery, and anything else I’d possible need to make pancakes. They were probably the breakfast that I knew how to make that took the longest to prepare, and I wanted to avoid the upcoming conversation with Harry as much as possible, push it away until it eventually wouldn’t allow to be pushed any further.

But before I knew it, I was completely lost in thought, and I had made enough pancakes to feed myself and the rest of One Direction, Perrie and El included. I groaned, putting my face in my hands, finally deciding to just grow a pair and face Harry.

Quickly, I mounted three pancakes onto a plate, slathered them with syrup, and then reached into the fridge for some blueberries, sprinkling them atop the creation. I sighed and slowly began walking upstairs.

Inside my room, Harry wasn’t there. “Harry?” I asked, looking around, and then I groaned, “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

I set the plate down on my bedside table and then ripped the duvet off of my bed, crumpling it into a large ball in my arms. I then strutted over to the balcony doors and wrenched them open.

“What the hell?” I asked him, angry. It was the middle of fucking January and he was outside in nothing but his boxers. I made an exasperated noise as I threw the duvet around him, desperate to warm his shivering body.

He was sitting down, cross-legged, staring out at nothingness. I sighed and sat down beside him, shuddering lightly, and for the first time he acknowledged me, his brow furrowing once his gaze landed on me.

“You’re cold,” he stated quietly, and I rolled my eyes. I was in a bra and shorts, and had been out here for about five seconds, whereas he was in only his boxers and had been sitting out here for God knows how long.

“Don’t do this now,” I warned him, frustrated at how he could hurt my feelings but I would run back to him in a heartbeat. I sighed and brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and staring out at the view.

To the side, I heard the noise of busy streets, cars honking mixed in with howling winds. Harry’s gaze burned into the side of my head.

Eventually he growled lightly and reached out to me, pulling me into his lap in one swift move. He wrapped the duvet around our bodies and set his head on my shivering shoulder lightly. I closed my eyes, realising that his body wasn’t even cold. Wherever my bare skin made contact with his, it felt as though I’d touched an open flame, my bare back—only concealed by a strip of my bra—pressing against his bare chest

We stayed in that position for a few minutes until I sighed and spoke up, playing with the silver chain on my wrist and closing my eyes, “You’re a fucker, know that?”

For the first time, he chuckled, pressing his lips to the nape of my neck. I restrained myself from melting into his body and giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d had me caught. I’d been caught since the day he had dragged me into his house.

“Why’s that?” his raspy and slow speech made butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I pouted lightly, “Because you just are. You get me so fucking mad, but then you go and pull a fucking stunt like this, and since I love you so fucking much, I come out here, and you make me fall in love with you all fucking over again.”

He laughed each time I cursed. I blushed and fiddled with the ‘H’ charm on the silver, sparkling bracelet he’d gotten me.

“You’re right,” he mumbled into my shoulder, “I really am a fucker.”

“Yes,” I scoffed, “Yes you are.”

I sighed for what felt like the billionth time that morning and turned my whole body, so that I could fling my arms around his neck and plant a big, fat kiss upon his plump, utterly kissable lips.

He reacted immediately, his lips kissing me back with just as much passion. I let my head fall back as he moved his mouth down to where my neck was, sucking and licking patches of my skin.

“Fuck, Harry,” I whimpered.

His hands snaked around my body to my back, fumbling with the clasp of my bra and eventually undoing it. In a flash, he helped me to slide the material down my arms, and he dropped it onto the ground. I didn’t care if the wind blew it away—our chests were now completely naked and pressed up against each other, leaving no room in my mind to think about anything else.

His hands cupped my breasts, making me moan and throw my head back. He circled my nipples with his thumbs before taking the small, erect buds in between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing them gently. I cursed breathlessly.

He ducked his head and peppered kisses along the valley of my breasts, eventually making his way to my right nipped, his tongue drawing small circles around it, teasing me. I gripped his shoulders, arching my back, and after a few more seconds of sweet torture, he took it into his mouth, enveloping the cold bud in warmth and making me gasp.

He swirled his tongue around it, before baring his teeth, scraping them along the areola, and I cried out breathlessly. He switched to my other breast, pampering it the exact same way, before pulling back and smashing our lips together again.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he whispered against my mouth, squeezing my breasts one last time before moving his fingers away.

He tightened the hold of the duvet around us, his hands now attaching themselves onto my thighs, where he trailed his fingertips up and down my bare, cold skin. His mouth was warm and we quickly stood, tripping over the large blanket. I backed him up and he reached behind him to fumble with the balcony doorknob before finally succeeding in opening it.

Before I knew it, we were falling onto my soft bed, kissing mercilessly.

This man was so infuriating. I couldn’t stay angry at him, and that pissed me off to the extreme. But I couldn’t stay pissed off, because of him, and that pissed me off even more. It was a vicious, never-ending cycle, but I wasn’t so sure if I wanted it to stop.

He pulled back, using his index finger to trace the contours of my face, along the side of my temples, down my cheeks, trailing along my lips. His eyes were narrowed slightly with concentration, and I closed my eyes, shivering. But it wasn’t from the cold.

The covers of the bed were still wrapped around our bodies, making it hard for us to move, cocooned in our own universe. Population: two.

I inhaled a deep, shaky breath, my eyes still closed as I allowed his fingers to explore every inch of my face. He leaned down, his erratic, cinnamon-smelling breath close to my face, so close that I could almost taste it. Kiss me dammit!

Instead, he moistened his lips and pressed a soft, wet kiss to my forehead. My eyes shot open and I watched his actions intently. He pulled back, checking to see if I liked it, and I nodded fervently. He returned a curt nod before his wonderfully tasty pink tongue darted out again to run along the pink plains of his lips. I started to become restless under him, itching to have him press his mouth to mine again.

“Shh,” he consoled me, planting another wet kiss onto my right temple. He spoiled the other temple and retreated down to my cheeks, every millimeter of the bridge of my nose, my jawline, my chin, and finally, stopped, his lips an inch away from mine.

“I love you,” he told me sincerely. I somehow managed to pry my legs out from under his body and wrap them around his hips, my ankles locking, my heels rubbing relentlessly against the small of his back. He closed his eyes briefly before they flashed open once more, and he pressed his lips to mine softly. I made a strangled sound at the back of my throat, just wanting him…all of him.

“And I’m sorry,” he added once we pulled back from the kiss. I sighed and closed my eyes, turning my head to the side, not wanting to meet his gaze. We’d been perfectly fine until he brought that up again.

“I know,” I said, my eyes still closed, “I forgive you,” I looked up at him, a smile tugging up against the corners of my mouth as I added in a serious voice, “But do it again, and I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep.”

He smiled widely, and I finally understood how people would call it his Cheshire cat smile. His dimples were prominent, and I giggled. I really meant it when I said that each day he made me fall in love with him all over again. He made each kiss—even the mindless pecks—feel as though it was our first kiss. Each day was something new with him, something new to expect, and I wouldn’t regret anything I did with him for a second. I knew that. I hoped he felt the same way.

“You’re irritating,” I said bluntly, and he threw his head back, laughing.

“And you’re frustrating,” he retorted, smiling sincerely at me. I giggled lightly again, placing my palm on the nape of his neck and guiding him down to kiss me again. My heart was light, free, floating like a dozen balloons pumped so full with helium it was to the point of popping. I smiled widely at him when we pulled back, something he returned with just as much enthusiasm.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked me, his brow creasing slightly.

My fingers came up to smooth out the little frown lines, and I smirked, “Anything. Name it.”

“Well—,” he ruffled the back of his head sheepishly, messing up his hair. It looked so hot. It was his after-sex hair, something I was proud to say that I recognized with ease. “—I was thinking that we could go over to the laser tag arena? Maybe invite the boys, and El and Perrie?”

I smiled tenderly and leaned up and kissed him lightly, “That would be amazing,” I said, and then I smirked deviously, “But watch your back. I’m pretty great at laser tag.”

He chuckled, “So am I, Foster, so am I.”

“So we’re going by last names now, Styles?” I teased, “Alright then. It’s on.”

Notes

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