-Emily-

“Harry?” I said softly, trying to wake the poor guy up. “Harry, you can’t sleep out here... Wake up, Harry…” He began to stir while I moved a few hair locks away from his face. He was so beautiful it was almost painful to watch. The way he was pouting his bottom lip and leaning his head on his right shoulder made him look so innocent. I really felt bad for waking him up, but he couldn’t stay out here on my porch all night. Sarah on the other hand had just left me here alone with him, clearly not bothered to help him. She really didn’t like him, did she?

“Em…” Thank God, he’s waking up! “… Emily?” he said with his eyelids fluttering.

“Yes, Harry. It’s Emily. Listen, I don’t know how you got here and I certainly don’t know why, but you can’t stay out here. Please, you need to wake up.” I carried on, now trying to be a bit more forceful.

His eyes were now open and searching for me. He looked like he was in shock or something, like he just realized where he was. When he finally looked at me he smiled and lifted his hands towards me. “Emily! I need … to speak to you!” he slurred while shouting.

“Shhh... God, how much have you had to drink?” I said, now trying to get him to stand up.

He started smiling his cheeky grin as he got to his feet. “Surprise! You’re here. I found you…” What is he on about?

“Yes, of course I’m here. I live here. The question is, how did you know?” I questioned him.

He began walking towards me, decreasing the two-foot distance that was between us. He was standing way to close now, looking me straight in the eyes. I felt the butterflies returning again, but quickly thought to myself that this was neither the right place nor the right time. ‘Get your head in the game, Emily!’ I thought to myself. “I needed to speak to you. I’m… I was… Look,.. Hey! Have you noticed how hot it is today?” he said smiling from ear to ear. Alright, he’d clearly had one too many.

“Maybe we should talk some other time, Harry…”

“No! I need to speak to you…” he said now looking a bit hurt. Angry? I don’t know. He was having mood swings.

“Yeah, well we can speak tomorrow when you’re a bit more sober. You’re not making any sense right now” I said. He began to caress my cheek while looking at me, not paying attention to what I was saying. “Harry, stop. Let’s get you inside.” He began to pout his lips again.

After struggling for about two more minutes I finally got him to listen to me. I took his arm around my shoulders while taking the lead inside my apartment, trying not to make us both fall. As soon as I got him into the living room he turned to face me once again. “Are you mad at me?” he said looking like a sad and innocent four-year old.

“No? Why would I be mad at you?” No answer… “Okay, maybe you should get some sleep and then we can talk in the morning?”

“Okayy…” he said looking as cute as ever. ‘God, I really need to stop!’

I moved him to the couch and went to fetch some blankets in case it got cold during the night. When I came back, Harry had taken off his shirt and was about to unbuckle his trousers. “Harry?! What are you doing??” I said not able to take my eyes off his abs. He saw my eyes running up and down his body and started smiling his cheeky grin. I felt my cheeks turn red.

“Nothing? I’m taking my clothes off?” he said as a matter-of-factly. He really looked like he had no clue as to what he was doing wrong.

“Yeah? Well, I can see that. Please, put some clothes on!” I said now looking away now laughing.

“Why? I never sleep with my clothes on…” He said struggling with his words. He was still smiling his cheeky grin at me. ‘What is this guy doing to me??’

“At least keep your pants on… Here! Here’s a blanket in case you get cold during the night.” I said throwing the blanket at him. He just stood there smiling, not bothering to catch it or pick it up. “Is there anything else I can get you? A glass of water maybe?”

“You could stay with me?” he said looking smug. To be honest, there was nothing I wanted more at the moment. But he was drunk and clearly not in his right mind.

“Good night, Harry. Get some sleep.” I said turning around before I did something I would regret later.

“Good night, babe! Sleep tight, …and don’t let the bedbugs bite!” he half-shouted after me. I couldn’t stop myself from slightly laughing and could only imagine the famous smile on his face as I closed the door to my room. How drunk is he? And what on earth is he doing here at my house? On my couch? Harry Styles??

-Maria-

‘Tonight was so much fun. I love it here in London. I never want to leave. I still don’t know what we are as of this moment, Liam and I. Holding hands, kissing each other and me sitting on his lap in front of his friends. Some might say we looked like a couple. But were we? I’d only known him for a week, yet I still felt like I’d known him for ages. We’d spent a lot of time together and I felt so comfortable around him. Like I could just be myself, you know? It was everything I ever wanted.’

All these thoughts kept running though my head while Liam was waiting for an answer. He’d asked me if I wanted to stay the night at his place. What was I supposed to say? …Do I want to? Of, course I want to! …Is it too soon? Some would think so… Do I care? No, why should I? …

“Yeah, sure.” I finally managed to say and his face lit up smiling at me.

“Great! I’ll just go let Niall know we’re leaving and say goodbye to the other guys. Meet you back here in ten?” he said while stroking my cheekbone and looking me in the eyes. We were the only ones still sitting outside.

“Yeah, sounds great. I’ll let the girls know.” I said before making my way over to Emily and Sarah who were playing FIFA with Ashton and Louis. “Girls, can I speak to you?”

“Now? We’re in the middle of a game and we’re crushing Em and Louis,” Sarah said giving a small high-five to Ashton.

“The hell you are!!” Louis shouted back while focusing on the game. Great, no one was paying attention…

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving…” I said.

“What? Why? Is something wrong?” Emily said looking worriedly at me. “Do you want us to come with you?”

“No, I’m staying at Liam’s…” I said looking away, waiting for a reaction I knew was about to come.

“Wait, what?” Sarah said, finally taking a break from the game. She smiled at me before saying, “You’re staying at Liam’s?” Everyone was now looking at me and I could feel my cheeks turn red.

“Good night, guys!” I said waving at them and turning around, avoiding any further questions.

“Be safe!” Louis shouted after me, and then I heard everyone laughing before they turned back to the game.

I found Liam waiting outside for me while holding his phone in his hand. “Hey, Maria? I know this may sound a bit strange and I hope you don’t mind, but Harry asked me to give him Emily’s address.”

“Really? Why? She’s not even there…” I said confused as to what Harry was up to.

“Well, yeah… I think he just wants to speak to her and apologize for last week. And to be honest, I don’t think he’s going to give up looking for her house even if we don’t give him the address…” Liam said pleading with me.

“Okay, sure. I don’t see why not.” I said while taking the phone from Liam and texting the address into his phone.

“Thanks, babe. Now let’s go home” he said kissing me on the head.

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After we got to back Liam’s place, I’d asked for a glass of water. He sat in the barstool in the kitchen while watching me finish it. “You know, I didn’t bring any spear clothes with me…” I began to say after putting the finished glass on the counter.

“Don’t worry about it. You can borrow some of mine…or Harry’s, if you prefer. Although I’m not sure if I want you wearing his clothes.” He said closing the distance between us. I felt the familiar butterflies return.

“I think I prefer borrowing your clothes if you don’t mind,” I said watching him closely.

He was now standing right in front of me pushing me against the counter. Suddenly, he picked my up and lifted me so that I sat on it. Our eyes never breaking contact, he was now standing in-between my legs, looking at me closely. I could hear his heartbeat and felt my insides tightening. It wasn’t like I felt before when he kissed me in the park. It was much stronger. Much more passionate. I wanted him, and we still hadn’t touched each other yet.

When our lips finally made contact, I felt the electric currency go through my whole body all the way down to my toes. The kiss quickly went from being soft and sweet, to being faster and more forceful. His hands started traveling up my thighs, and I ran my hands though his hair, his neck and then to his chest. God, he was so hot and fit. After going at it for what seemed like too short of time, he broke our kiss, but kept his forehead leaning on mine. I could hear both of our heavy breaths as he started saying, “As much as I want you right now, I think my bed is much more comfortable.” I was lost for words, not able to speak, and just simply nodded at his suggestion.

He carried me through the apartment over to his room in bridal style and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Liam! What are you doing?” I squealed while he was tickling me. When we made it to his bed he put me down on my back before kissing me again lying on top of me, and as quick as that, my hunger for him was back. He helped me get out of my clothes in-between our kisses never breaking eye contact.

When we were both topless we got under the sheets. He looked at me and said, “God, you’re beautiful,” while eying me up and down. He took me in for another breathtaking kiss and it felt like my whole body was on fire. I felt his hands trace my sides while I was running my hands up and down his naked chest. We moved so that he was now once more lying on top of me. I could feel his erection press against my stomach. I was so turned on right now it was unbelievable. I moved my hands along his back all the way down to his boxers pressing him against me. He began gently kissing my neck, so I moved my head to the side to allow him some more space. I let out a small moan as he kept on kissing my neck while his hand was cupping my breast. I crossed my legs around his back so that his limb was now pressing against me. He removed his hand from my breast and started tracing the outside of my underwear with the tip of his fingers. My thoughts were completely lost as we kept on going. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. Not did Liam make love to me, I think I might be falling in love with him.

Notes

And there you have it!

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