Isabelle's P.O.V

With that, he pressed his lips to mine again, his hands finding a tight grip in my hair. I sighed into his mouth as we both mounted to our knees at the same time, hastening to undress each other. He fiddled with the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head, breaking our kiss for a moment, and leaving me now in my bra. Our movements were slow, sensual and planned, not wanting to rush this.

I did the same to his top, and ran my hands all along his torso, relishing the warmth of his skin and knowing that soon, it would be pressed up against my own. I kissed down his neck, sucking harshly on his collarbone, making him moan. We fell back against the couch, me squealing and falling on top.

I straddled his hips and ducked my head to kiss his chest, biting lightly at tiny parts of his skin. When I got to his nipples, I sucked on each, making him moan. I continued to kiss down his body, pressing a kiss to the moth tattoo on his abdomen, before being pulled back up harshly.

“Tease,” he groaned, and I smiled at him, before he pushed me backwards. I didn’t have a hold or leverage, so I fell back on the couch on my bum. Faster than possible, he was up on his knees, panting heavily, and lumbered on top of me, trapping me under him.

My hands reached for his belt, fumbling with it, still so nervous that I wasn’t able to undo it.

He chuckled and guided them away softly, before working on the strip of leather on his own. Finally, with a loud swooshing sound, he slid it from the loops on his skinny jeans. I reached again to undo his jeans, but he got to my bottoms first, pulling them down to my ankles. I kicked them off.

“Bed,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling rapidly from only this, and he nodded. He picked me up from the couch, not bothering with our discarded clothes, and ran upstairs, me laughing loudly at his eagerness.

When we got to his room, he dropped me on the bed messily before climbing back on top of me, encouraging a giggle to fall from my lips. I gripped the nape of his neck and pulled him back down to me, crashing our lips together. It was bliss.

Finally, I let my hands trail down to undo his jeans, and when I did, he helped me to pull them down his body, laughing at how tight they were. We were now both in only our underwear, and without hesitation, I looped my fingers into the elastic of his boxers, trying vainly to tug them off. He laughed at me and I pouted up at him.

“I love you,” he whispered, pulling my body up so that we were sitting. His hand gripped the small of my back, the other cupping my chin as he uttered the words. My breathing accelerated, loving this rough yet gentle side of him. I loved every side of him, period.

“I love you too,” I breathed out, falling back down and pulling him with me. He grinned, finally helping me to slide his boxers down his legs, and kicked them off, thrashing his legs to do so, at which I laughed.

My hand trailed down his body, grasping a firm hold on his shaft, and he let out a squeaking noise, making me burst into laughs even louder than before. I pumped him a few times, watching how he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

I was just starting to get into it when he pushed my hand away. I frowned up at him questioningly, but he just leaned down, his forehead pressing against mine, “I want to cum inside you.” The words were only whispered, but I shivered, as though he’d screamed them. His hands snaked under my back, and I arched my body, giving him more leeway, and he undid my bra within two seconds. I held out my arms, allowing him to slide the material down them and discard it, dropping it to the floor.

He kissed down my neck, making me moan, and went even lower, licking a wet stripe up the valley between my breasts. He sprinkled kisses all over my chest before taking my right nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I squealed at the sudden warmth and he chuckled, making the pleasure escalate. He released my nipple with a pop and kissed all around it before taking it between his teeth and tugging on it lightly, combining pain and pleasure in the most perfect of mixes.

“God, I love you,” I whimpered out as he moved to my left. I let my hands roam his back, squeezing parts of it every time he bared his teeth against my breast. I was planning on taking this slowly, but now, there was a throbbing need in my area, and I just wanted him immediately.

“Please,” I cried out as his teeth scraped against the erect pink nub. He smiled and kissed his way back up my neck, my jawline, following the trail to my ear.

He whispered, “What happened to going slowly?”

“You said ‘all night long’,” I retorted breathlessly, “We have all night.” My chest was heaving with pleasure and desire, hoping that he would respect my wishes and just make love to me already.

He seemed to be debating with himself, and I almost screamed at him to hurry up. Eventually he just shrugged his shoulders, “Fine.”

I sighed with relief as he pulled back from my ear and grinned at me, his hands finding the rim of my panties and playing with them. I whimpered, pleading with him, and he just chuckled. Before I knew it, there was a ripping sound, and my eyes widened. Harry held up the tattered remains of my underwear, smiling cheekily.

“You ripped them!” I accused him, laughing. This wasn’t like the two previous times we’d had sex. Then, I was scared, things were serious. Now, I felt a bit more comfortable with the whole thing, and I didn’t mind infusing a bit of playfulness into the foreplay.

“I did,” Harry nodded solemnly, but he was still grinning. He tossed them over his shoulder and leaned back down to kiss me, both of us completely naked now. Suddenly, I wanted to ravish him.

I pulled back from our kiss, gripping his shoulders, “Please,” I whispered, and he nodded, knowing what I wanted. He leaned over, opening the drawer on his nightstand and pulling out a foil packet, sliding it across his teeth and ripping it open. He held it out to me, smirking slightly, “Want to put it on?”

I blushed deeply, suddenly finding the ceiling above us very intriguing, “I don’t know how.”

He chuckled, “It’s alright. Here,” he grabbed my hand, guiding it down to where the condom had to be, “Like this,” he said, and then—his hand still covering mine—he helped me sheath his member with the latex barrier.

He leaned down and kissed me, aligning his member at my core, “Are you ready?” he whispered, and I nodded firmly.

With a grunt, he pushed in, and I sighed with relief, feeling as though I wasn’t alive until he was inside me. I barely acknowledged the sting anymore. I loved this: just being close to him like this, linked in a way so complex that neither of us could explain it, our state of mind being indescribable whenever we did this. I never could explain how close I felt to Harry while we were making love, and this time was no different.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked me, and I shook my head. “No,” I breathed, looking up at him and smiling, “It feels great, actually.”

He grinned at me and pressed his lips to mine again. I braided my fingers in his hair, moaning, as he slowly began to move. He pumped in and out, letting me feel every inch of him, and I moaned into his mouth, unable to control the sounds anymore.

I pulled away after a moment, needing air, and looked at him, cocking an eyebrow, “I still can’t believe you thought I cheated on you,” I told him, trying my hardest not to let my voice break off into small moans and groans.

“I know,” Harry grunted, closing his eyes as he kept on slipping in and out of me extremely slowly, “I’m sorry.”

“You should be—oh!” I gasped as he gave a particularly hard and pleasurable thrust. He opened his eyes, grinning, kissing my forehead and now picking up the pace, moving a bit quicker. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, allowing him to reach a spot a bit deeper inside of me. Subconsciously, I clenched around him, and he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Look at us,” he teased breathlessly, moving back down to look at me, “Having a casual conversation in this situation.”

I made a sound that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a gasp. He kept on slamming into me, now hitting a spot that made my body convulse in pleasure with each thrust. I closed my eyes, letting out a long string of profanities.

He squeezed his own eyes shut, “You’re so tight. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I breathed out, pulling him down to kiss me. We melted into the kiss, and a few moments later, I felt my climax begin to arise in my stomach.

“Not yet,” he panted, evidently realising I was close, now ramming into me a little bit harder, “Wait for me, baby.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my high with all of my willpower. I wanted to wait for him, wanted to share the most amazing feeling on Earth with him. I just had to hold off for a few more seconds.

He began to shake, his arms quaking as he plunged into me, making me feel so ecstatic, I couldn’t explain it. I knew that he was close, but I couldn’t wait any longer, the sensation being too powerful—too absolutely amazing—to control.

“H-Harry!” I said loudly, my legs tensing. With one more thrust, my high came over me, and I screamed, curling my toes and digging them into the mattress, sinking my nails into the skin of his shoulders, making him curse lightly.

Through my high, he kept on going, ramming into me forcefully. The final straw was when I clenched around him, and he let go, spilling into the condom and yelling out my name. Once we both came down from our highs, I kissed him, shivering lightly. He collapsed atop my body, blanketing me, and we were both still.

After a few minutes, he finally regained some of his energy, because he lifted his head, his curls tickling my chin. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I whispered, not even having enough energy to smile at him. He smirked lightly at me and kissed my neck, encouraging a sigh to fall from my parted lips. I stroked his hair lightly, and he nestled his head in my chest.

“Give me ten minutes,” he panted, “And we’ll go again.” I chuckled weakly and brought his face up to meet mine, pressing my lips to his lightly.

“I’m so in love with you,” I whispered, and he smiled.

Harry’s P.O.V

“About that thing,” Isabelle began, turning around and propping herself up on her elbow, her head resting comfortably in her palm, “I really think that I should tell you know.”

Honestly, it could’ve been that the world was ending tomorrow. I wouldn’t have cared. Whenever Isabelle and I made love, the aftermath was amazing. I felt happy, like nothing could dampen my spirit, and I fucking loved that feeling.

“Shoot,” I replied cheerily, pulling her into my arms. She nestled her head into my chest as I tried not to get distracted by the fact that our bare bodies were pressed up closely together.

She sighed, “I should just come out and say it, right?”

“Right,” I said firmly, smiling, mocking her.

“Okay,” she drew the word out, no doubt trying to stall, and then just dropped it on me, “Eleanor’s pregnant.”

I let that sink in. “Oh.”

There was a beat of silence until Isabelle pulled back, staring at me like I was crazy, smirking a little, “Oh?”

“Oh,” I repeated solemnly, nodding to emphasize my point. She giggled and lay back on my chest while I finally delved some more into the situation. Eleanor was pregnant? My best mate was going to be a father? I could just imagine Louis making funny faces to their little baby and smiled. He would be a good dad. He knew when it was time to be serious.

“That’s great,” I whispered aloud, not realising I had done so. I only acknowledged the fact that I had when Isabelle sighed with relief, “It is great. Harry, I’m so happy. I thought you wouldn’t take it this well.”

“What?” I asked, my brow creasing, “Kids? Love, I completely adore kids. I’m so happy that El is pregnant. I want to be like them someday—,” I thought carefully about my next words, not wanting them to come out all wrong. She noticed my pause and sat up, resuming her previous position, her head propped up by her elbow.

“What?” she asked softly.

“I—,” I began, swallowing the large lump that had formed in my throat, “I want kids someday. With you.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, and I thought that she’d completely reject the idea, but then she grinned widely, “Really?”

I finally managed to clear my throat, “Erm…yeah.”

She giggled, “I love you Harry. But we’ve got enough on our plate. Let’s think about kids one day off in the future.” I didn’t care that she’d dismissed the matter for now. Her words had comforted me, made me know that she had definitely thought about it, just as I had. Hell, sometimes I’d even picture her with a round, swollen belly, and I coming home from wherever, leaning down to kiss her and then proceeding to kiss her belly. I’d feel my son or daughter kick, and she’d laugh when I’d begin talking to our baby in a monotone, robotic voice.

I snapped out of my little fantasy when I felt her put her head back onto my chest. “So El’s really pregnant,” I marvelled quietly, and then asked, “How far along is she? Who else knows? Am I going to be an uncle?”

“Whoa, slow down,” she laughed, throwing her head back lightly, “She’s about three weeks?” she assumed, her brow furrowing as she concentrated on the date. God, she was so beautiful.

“As for the people who know,” she changed the subject, “It’s only El, you, Perrie and I. Nobody else. We were going to tell the rest of the boys throughout the week, but Louis doesn’t know yet. Nobody can tell him. El wants to do that all by herself, so don’t spill anything.”

“Okay, okay,” I held up my hands in surrender, but then grinned, “She’s really pregnant huh?”

“Yeah,” Isabelle said, smiling lightly.

I laughed and sat up, climbing on top of her, kissing her forehead lightly, “I can’t wait until you’re pregnant,” I murmured, ducking down to swiftly suck on her neck, “With my baby,” I added quietly, as though there were other people in the room. I wanted her to hear it though, and she did.

“I know,” she sighed contently as I kissed my way down her neck. She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and shuddered, “I can’t wait either.”

Notes

So even though I didn't have 210 votes, I wanted to update for you guys, because honestly, the comments you left me touched my heart. They were so sincere, and I want to thank every single one of you. It means so much to me.

A few people have asked me if this story will have a sequel. IT WILL. But I have this weird thing where I like to work on only one story at a time; I can concentrate more. If you hadn't noticed, updates have been coming a little slower, because I am also working on another story at the same time.

So yes, there will be a sequel, but I will post it after I have finished 'Plunge' (my other story). Bear with me! I hope you can understand.

I am also going away for a week, so hopefully I will have the next chapter up by next Wednesday. I'm sorry!

That awkward moment when you try so hard to convince someone your way is right, but it's actually wrong...

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