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The Love Countdown

eleven;

Two Weeks Later

Things had been going by really swiftly. Liberty had become more open with the boys and I which I was ecstatic about.


I had grown more and more accustomed to the fact that she was the person I was going to fall in love with. Every time I was around her, it felt comfortable, there was no awkward tension in the air and I could have a decent conversation with her. Throughout these past two weeks, those little scars imprinted into her skin where still swimming at the back of my head. She didn't have scars anywhere else, like her wrists, stomach or shoulders, which I was happy about.

Liberty started to talk a lot more now, she would giggle and laugh and crack jokes which would make all of us laugh. We hadn't discussed the topic about the Tour yet; I wanted to make sure she was okay with everything going on. I knew she didn't like leaving her apartment for overly long amounts of time. But I couldn't leave her all on her own without anyone. Yeah, I know I could Skype her, call and text her all the time, but it wouldn't be the same.


As of now, we were sitting on the couch at my apartment watching A Bugs Life. Her head resting softly on my lap and sweet Jesus you don’t know how hard it is to have a girl lying on your lap.


I decided that now was the time to ask her, she was calm and relaxed and didn't have anything in a near radius to stab me with when I asked her,


“So... about the Tour,” She tensed up, sucking in a gush of air and creasing her eyebrows together.


“What about it?” She huffed, I could tell she didn't want to talk about the subject, but we had to do it sometime as the tour was starting in just a little over two weeks.


“Are you coming with us?” I hesitantly looked down at her face. Her face contorting into a look that said; ‘Are you seriously going to ask me that? Of course I’m going on the fucking tour’.
“Yes, Harry I am going on the tour with you so can you drop the fucking subject?” She spat, anger lacing her every word and oh god, shit was about to hit the fan and she was going to go AWOL. She sighed again and got up from our embrace, my body feeling cold and empty as she trailed softly down to my bedroom. I hesitantly got up and followed her, eager to sort this out so we could go back to spooning on the couch, but Liberty had other plans.


“Why are you getting so defensive?”


She whipped her head around and her eyes closed into slits.


“Because of course I’m going on tour with you, Harry I need you and I won’t be able to spend a year or more without you, okay?” She shouted in my face, I closed the door behind me, not wanting to let the boys hear that we were having an argument, knowing Liam, he’d barge in through the door and comfort Liberty, but I wanted to be the one to do that this time.
“I don’t understand, you’re getting angry at me because I asked you a simple question?!” my voice rose at the end of my sentence, getting fed up with her bullshit.


She scoffed, “Harry you have to understand that I’m not like other fourteen year olds, I’ve been through so much more shit than you could ever imagine”


“Are you fucking serious?” I yelled, walking towards her as she took a step back, colliding with a wall.


“Liberty I have been through so much shit too, you’re not the only one dealing with day to day problems”


She didn’t say anything after that, as I had only realised just how close we were to each other, I could see that look in her eyes again. Her mouth was parted and her chest was heaving up and down and he eyes trailed down to my lips, then back up to my eyes again. I had only just realised that I have no idea what to do? Yeah sure I’ve kissed girls before but Liberty was different, she had told me time and time again that she was a virgin and had never had her first kiss; I wanted to be good and not put her off kissing forever.


I inched closer, feeling her breath against my face as my arms slid around her hips. We were so close to each other that if I said something my lips would touch hers. I grazed my lips against hers as I moved forward, sealing us in kiss.


My eyes fluttered shut, as I melted into the kiss and we both started moving our lips in sync. My hands moved for her hips to her waist. Her hands came up lock around my neck, pulling at the curls on the base of my neck, earning a soft growl from my throat. She pulled me closer, my tongue tapping her bottom lip and she granted me access. I explored her mouth and my hands hooked on her thighs, smoothly catching her so her legs we around my waist, just like the night of our first date.


Her ankles locked behind my hips and she pulled my lower half closer to her, our bodies colliding which resulted in Liberty softly moaning. I moved her from against the wall and over to the bed, softly lying her down and crawling on top of her, her lips not once ever leaving mine. Finally detaching our lips to catch our breath, I trailed light kisses across her jaw, moving to the spot below her ear and lightly sucking. She sucked in a sharp breath and tossed her head back against the pillows.


I moved from the bottom of her ear to her neck, skimming my lips across her chest as my fingers moved from the bottom of her t-shirt to her ribs, she groaned again, egging me on even more and I couldn’t resist. I moved my arms over the side of her body, brushing past her breasts and signalling for her to help me take her shirt off. She lifted her body and I ripped the clothing away from her, throwing it over my shoulder and somewhere on to the floor.
I pulled my t-shirt off as well, watching her eyes dilate and darken, God, she was beautiful.
“You’re so beautiful” I murmured, pecking her lightly on the lips again as she blushed.
“Not as beautiful as you”


“Lib I’m a guy, I’m meant to be called macho or something” She giggled at my answer, but it came to an abrupt halt as I trailed the top of her shorts. I wasn’t going to go any further unless she told me to, but I knew that it would be a long time until I was allowed to do anything more.
“Harry...” She breathed, fisting my hair in her hands.


“Yes, Liberty?”


I moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her tummy, smirking as she tensed up at my actions.


“Harry...Please...” She squirmed underneath my touch and I took a deep breath. She wanted me to do this. I wanted to do this.


I brought my fingers to fumble with the buttons on her shorts, as I was about to drag them down, an obnoxious swarm of laughter and yelling came from outside the door.


“Shit! The boys are here quick! Get your clothes back on!” I whispered/yelled and sprung off the bed.


“Haarrryyy” Louis’ voice dragged on, I could hear the loud footsteps coming from down the hall and Liberty launched herself on the bed and under the covers, I quickly turned on the TV and sprung myself next to her, making it look as if we had been watching TV the whole time.
The door burst open revealing four idiotic boys with perverted grins on their faces.


“Ohh sorry, we’ll leave” Louis said and wiggled her eyebrows. I looked behind Louis to see Liam passing a 5 pound note down to Zayn, who passed it to Niall.


“We’re you guys betting that we were making out?” Liberty groaned and Niall looked as if he’d just won the lotto.


“Oh so you WERE making out, good to know” Zayn chuckled and winked at me, I scowled at him and gave him the finger, earning a laugh from Niall and Liam.


“Okay, boys, get out will you” Liberty gestured the boys outside the door and Louis closed it.
“Get some Harry!” One of the boys shouted and I groaned,


“Go to your own houses!” I yelled back followed by a howl of laughter.


I flopped back down onto the pillows and turned my head to face Liberty, I grinned at her as she did the same back.


“Well, that was...fun” She mumbled, cheeks tinting red covering her face with her hands.
“I would’ve gone further if it wasn’t for those twats; they made a bet with each other that we were making out! Geez”


She laughed, “At least they didn’t bet on if we were having sex, it would have been awkward”


I shrugged; “I guess so, but i wouldn’t mind if they did” I moved my eyebrows up and down and rolled on top of her.


She made a noise of disgust and scrunched her face up.


“You’re disgusting, Styles”

Notes

GUYS OMFG IM SORRY I COULDN'T WAIT ANY LONGER I HAD TO UPLOAD THIS AND SHARE THIS WITH YOU

THEY FINALLY KISSED YAYAYAYAYAYAYA

So, because I updated like a week earlier, I'm going to upload on Wednesday [Aussie time] for you all :))

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, COMMENT VOTE AND SUBSCRIBE :)

STAY FAB xx

Comments

Yaaaass! I can't wait for the sequel! Congrats on the seats! Have fun at the concert!

When is the sequel going to be posted!?!? This can't be the end!!! Im crying so hard rn :(

URG IM FUCKING CRYING! THIS STORY HAS EMOTION!

nooooo.....this cant happen! Libby has to meet Harry again!!!!!!!!

WHAT. THE. HELL. Please tell me there'll be a sequel, I won't be able to handle it if there isn't! I've been with this story from the beginning and I love it, it can't end like this! <3 utterly fantastic job Hannah!