Isabelle's P.O.V

I awoke later on; the first thing coming to mind was the feeling of the cool covers of the bed up against my naked, exposed skin. I brushed some hair out of my face and blinked a few times, omitting a wide yawn and trying to get my bearings. Finally, I frowned, turning over, trying to find a more comfortable position.

I gasped when I came face to face with a sleeping Harry.

We were close; so close that if I puckered my lips, I’d be kissing him. For the first time, I finally acknowledged his arm around my waist and his legs tangled with mine, feeling his area brush against my thigh, making me shiver. I didn’t want to peek under the blankets but I did, and cringed when I found that we were naked.

But then my cringe turned into a grin as the thought finally processed. We were naked. Lying in bed together. There was also a massive throbbing at my core, which only confirmed the suspicion.

Finally, I remembered. He sang me the song. We had sex. I couldn’t stop my smile from spreading.

I finally stared at his face. God, he was so perfect. His hair stuck up in a messy quiff. His forehead held no signs of worry, no crease in between his eyebrows. His eyelids were closed lightly, his eyelashes being so long that they tickled his upper cheek bone. He took deep breaths, his nostrils flexing, and breathed out through his mouth, fanning my face with his cinnamon-smelling breath. I swooned, knowing that if I hadn’t already been lying down…my knees would’ve given out from under me.

I used to think there was no such thing as a beautiful man, but Harry sorely proved me wrong.

I stared at him longingly for a few more moments before—almost as though my watchful gaze had triggered it—his eyelids slowly began to flutter open.

Soon, he gazed around groggily, frowning as he tried to wake up fully. I couldn’t help but to smile tenderly at him.

I laughed when he finally processed my being in the bed and his eyes widened. He did exactly what I’d done: peeked under the covers and looked shocked to find that we were nude, wound together, and that his arm was still slung carelessly around my waist.

He stared back up at me, his look questioning, as if he were asking me if this was really happening or if he was just hallucinating. I smirked lightly, and he seemed to take it the right way, because he broke into a wide grin and clobbered on top of me, kissing my face and my neck.

I batted him away, giggling, “Harry!”

“I love you,” he mumbled, against the skin on my throat, and I closed my eyes, freeing my heart and letting it beat a mile per minute. He continued to kiss my neck while I lay there limply, not having the strength to push him off nor really wanting to. Slowly, he made his way back up to my face, pecking my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my chin, and finally, my lips. I smiled widely.

“I love you so much,” he told me, as though he still had to make the point clear. I laughed, throwing my head back into the pillow, and wound my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. He obliged contently and continued to kiss my neck, lightly sucking on a few patches of skin here and there.

“I love you,” I sighed, while he continued to work on my throat, sending content shivers down my spine. I felt him smile against my flesh and that just made my smile grow. I was doing a lot of smiling right now.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised while he still kissed my neck, “I was stupid, I should’ve never suggested that we slow down. It’s my entire fault.”

“I’m sorry,” he retorted against my skin, “I was difficult, and I had to go ahead and make this whole bet thing.”

“Which I won, by the way,” I said breathlessly, his kisses turning so forceful that our bodies rocked up and down along the mattress.

He chuckled quietly, the noise sending vibrations down my body and to my aching center. I wanted him again all of a sudden, all of him, every minute of every day, just making love over and over.

“What’s your biggest dream in life?” Harry asked me, still kissing my skin. The question took me a bit off-guard.

“Um,” I replied breathlessly, and then after a bit of thinking, I said, “I have two. One is to be discovered, I guess, like, get an agent. The other is to stay with you. Forever.”

“What’s your greatest fear?” he asked. I closed my eyes, “Losing you.”

There was a beat of silence before he said, “I’m scared of that too.”

I looked at him—he’d stopped kissing my neck and was gazing up at me. His eyes were slightly glassy, and I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead in reassurance. “I love you,” I whispered to him.

God, I really wanted to take him right here and right now.

Instead, I shifted, “I should shower,” I mumbled, and he groaned but got off of me. I reached for my clothes on the floor, still not feeling completely comfortable to be naked and exposed around him, and I clipped on my bra and slid on my panties.

When I stood, I emitted a strangled sound and fell back down on the bed, gasping. The pain was immense.

Harry looked at me worriedly and crawled over to me, where I sat on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing my neck, “Sore?”

He sounded genuine enough, but I could hear the smile in his voice, even though I couldn’t see him. I rolled my eyes, scoffing, “Obviously. And what’s with you and kissing my neck all of a sudden?”

“I like to kiss the girl’s neck,” he said, smirking, “It tells me that I’m in control.”

I closed my eyes shut tightly and blushed, wondering how the hell I could love someone as childish and immature as this man, yet I did, and I was completely okay with it. I pushed him away, “Well, right now, I have to shower, so…” I let the word draw on as I stood again, prepared this time, and winced slightly.

“Can I come?” Harry asked hopefully as I wobbled over to the washroom door.

I paused, turning around and leaning on the doorway, before smiling and signalling with my head for him to get the hell in here. He cheered and I laughed, watching him as he stood. When he reached the bathroom door, quicker than ever, my bra and panties were torn off, and he had slung me over his shoulder, carrying me into the shower, me demanding to be put down the entire time that he opened the water and set it to a comfortable temperature.

Eventually though, I was shut up by his lips pressing against mine, the warm water raining down all around us.

***

“It’s been great,” Eleanor sighed, throwing her head back dramatically, “We’re so happy. This baby really brought us together.”

We were sitting in a large booth fit for eight at Nandos. Niall and Zayn were currently sitting with us; Liam, Louis and Harry were standing at the main counter, waiting for the food they’d already ordered.

“Aw,” Niall put his chin on his hand and batted his eyelashes innocently, “That is the sappiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

With that, he nuzzled up against Zayn, who chuckled. He looked a bit lonely without Perrie. She wasn’t able to make it; she was at the studio recording. I kind of missed her sarcastic and blunt personality though…just a bit.

“Shut it Nialler,” I defended El, smirking while she blushed. She patted her stomach lightly, but her baby bump still wasn’t that prominent. What she had said was true. Shortly after we’d last seen them, I’d heard that she and Louis had gone over to Liam’s place, where all the boys had been residing. Louis had taken one step through the door before screaming out, “We’re pregnant!”

Classic.

“I’m glad he took it so well,” Eleanor said, and I nodded solemnly.

“See?” I said, smiling, “I told you. You were all worried he’d freak out and drop everything and leave you. Stupid,” I scoffed quietly, dramatically, while shaking my head.

El giggled, a lot more relaxed now that she’d finally come clean about her pregnancy. She seemed a lot less tense, like she’d just had a weight lifted off of her shoulders, and honestly, I didn’t mind her happiness one bit.

Finally, the three boys came back with four trays heaped with food, set them down, and slid in. Harry was next to me, and we all reached for our food greedily, unwrapping burgers and fries. Niall was the first to bite into his food, and he closed his eyes, humming appreciatively, which made me laugh.

I noticed Louis peck El’s cheek when he slid in, and I smiled lightly.

I brushed some of my hair behind my ear as I took a fat bite of my burger, and I felt Harry’s hand on my thigh, squeezing it appreciatively. I smiled to myself and let my right hand trail down, and our fingers intertwined.

Across from us, there was a disgusted snort, and I looked up, only to find Niall making a face, “Please try to keep your hands off of each other until you get back home.”

“Niall!” I was blushing beet red and playing with the H charm on my bracelet, whereas Harry only chuckled lowly at my discomfort. Everyone snorted lightly, and I pretended to look around, worried that someone would see us. We’d been good so far, but it was only a matter of time before people were bound to notice us.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Harry nudged my shoulder, gesturing to my burger, which I’d only taken one bite out of, whereas he and just about everyone else were almost done. I wasn’t surprised to see that Niall was already done, but so was El.

For a moment, I was shocked, but then I remembered she was pregnant and smiled to myself.
“
Not really,” I made a face, and then offered him the burger, “Want it?”

He debated, but then shook his head, smiling. El piped up, “I’ll have it!” and quicker than I would’ve imagined, she had my burger in her hands and took a big bite, wolfing it down.

Everyone laughed, and Louis cheered her on. None of us made a loud comment about her pregnancy though, not wanting anything to get out to the public, but I’m sure we were all thinking it.

I reached for Harry’s fries and dipped them in ketchup, munching on them and listening to the conversation.

“Harold started freaking out!” Liam laughed, banging his hand on the table. Everyone else joined in, even Harry, who was chuckling lightly; of course, leaving me to wonder what was going on.

“What?” I asked.

Zayn stopped laughing for a moment to explain to me, “We were pranked by Nickelodeon. We were being interviewed by this pregnant woman, and then she ‘supposedly’ started going into labour in the middle of the interview. It wasn’t real, but Harry was just…” he broke off into short, breathy chuckles.

I smiled lightly while Harry grumbled good-naturedly; “It was a very well-organized and totally believable prank!” he defended. It just made everyone else laugh even harder, and caused me to emit a small giggle. He shot me a fake death-glare, and I pouted.

“Aw,” I said in a baby voice, before laughing and returning to my normal voice, “Is little Harry upset?”

He stuck out his bottom lip childishly, which made me smile. Everyone was suddenly watching us, and my eyes widened at the realisation. Quickly, I cleared my throat and turned away, looking at everyone else.

“So,” I said awkwardly, changing the subject, “Do you guys come to Nandos often?”

Niall opened his mouth enthusiastically to respond, but just then, we were bombarded by a horde of teenaged girls.

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