Journey To Insanity ~On-Hold~

"Harry!" Morgan giggles, her brown eyes shining with happiness, mouth smiling. I'm walking around the kitchen making lunch, wearing a beanie.

And only a beanie.

"What?" I smirk innocently, "do you not like cockles in your salad?"
"No Harry, you know I don't like seafood," she says, then slaps her forehead when she gets the joke. "God Haz, you're so cocky!" she laughs, shaking her head.
"Damn right I'm cocky!" I shot at her. She rolls her eyes at how she fell for my cock jokes again. Her face goes serious, her mouth twitching, refusing to smile. "Seriously, babe, can you get dressed?"
"Fine," I huff, pouting. She walks over to me and places a kiss on my lips. I love her. I love us. I know nothing's perfect, but together we are just that. Perfect.
Morgan is my world. She my moon, my sun, my stars. I'd do anything for her.
I trace my tongue around her lips, wanting to deepen the kiss. She grants me entrance and my tongue slips inside her mouth. Slowly, my hand goes under her top, drawing circles on her back with my finger. She rocks her hips into mine. Her breathing hitches and I'm starting to get wet already.

The things she does to me.

She pulls away for a second. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing her wide eyes, and she looks down at my erection. She's made me hard. And big. She can tell.

"Hun," she whispers, "I'm not ready to... Lose my... I can't... My virg-" I stop her short my giving her a soft kiss. We've been together for two years and she's still a virgin. That's okay though, I'm not here for that. Sure, I'd like to be the one to take it from her, but I'll wait until she's ready.
"I know babe, I won't, I'll wait."
She smiles shyly, "thanks. I'm just not ready."

"It's fine babe, like I said, I'll wait. I'd wait a million years for you."
She looks down and smiles. She's so cute when she does that.
"I'm gonna go... Get dressed," I smirk, keeping the humour. I walk away. I'm just at the kitchen door when I turn around. "I love you," I tell her.

"That's good to know," she grins cheekily. I scoff at her. "God, it's good to know you feel the same about me," I finish with sarcasm. She blows a kiss while picking up a ripe green grape and popping it in her mouth. I chuckle as I walk to her bedroom, where my travel bag of clothes is.
"Just kidding. I love you too!" I hear her call.
A small smile creeps at my lips.
I slip on black Calvin Klein boxers and black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt.

When I go back to the kitchen, I see Morgan leaning against the counter, flipping through a magazine. I look at the site before me. She looks amazing with her flip-flops and bed shorts. She has a white tank top on and her hair is put up in a messy bun. She's gorgeous. I really do love her. But of course, I love her for who she is and what she has inside. It just so happens it's wrapped up in a pretty parcel. She notices me looking at her, and grins sweetly.

"I finished breakfast, it's ready."

I beam at her. We sit down and eat, playing footsie under the table.

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"I'm gonna go to bed," Morgan yawns getting up from the couch we were cuddling on, watching The Holiday - some crappy movie that girls love. "Night," I mumble as she bends down to peck my lips. I pull her onto my lap and we have a passionate make out session.

(10 Minutes Later)

"This time, I really am going to bed," she sighs getting up off my lap. "Nightie Night," I sing, "love you."
"Me to you," she yawns, heading for the bedroom.
"Babe?" I call after her.
"Yea Haz?"
"I'm going to go out with a mate tonight."
"Okay," she sighs, "g'night, miss you."
The corners of my mouth curl up into a smile. "And me to you."

I reach for my phone and dial Niall. I wasn't planning on going out, it was a spur of the moment decision, but I call Niall anyway. He'd be up for it without a doubt. Niall's my best mate. We're a bit different but that doesn't matter.

Sure enough, he's up to it. Minutes later, I'm ready to go.

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Niall greets me at the entrance of the club. "Still not going punk with me?" he raises an eyebrow. "No." I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

Niall is a complete stoner. He has tattoo sleeves up his arms and piercings on his face. He's always on at me, wanting me to become like him so we can do more together, but it's not the person I am. I'm not into that stuff. I've only smoked weed once, and I hated it, vowing not to try it again. I only have four tattoos - two swallows on my chest, a butterfly on my stomach and a ship on my upper left arm. That's enough for me. I like who I am. I won't change. I'm just me, and me isn't so bad.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Niall quizzes me.
"At home."
He sighs, "Haz, you're my best mate and you've been dating this girl for two years! When can I meet her?"

"Soon," I grin, getting away with the lie. I'm not sure if I want Morgan to meet Niall. I don't know why, she's just my girl and I want to keep it that way.

Just my girl.

When Niall and I aren't given permission to enter the club, Niall gives the security guy a blow to the face and we head inside. It smells of alcohol and bright colourful lights shine in your eyes. The music is so loud you can feel it through your heart and the silly lyrics are being etched into your brain. Girls wearing next to nothing in clothing are grinding random dudes on the floor.

Good ol' clubs. Nothing like a bit of public orgasms.

"Niall?" I ask, a little louder than I would usually sound as everything is really loud. He's obviously gone to fetch some random sluts to fuck. It's what Niall does. I look over at the bar counter and see a familiar looking figure. Louis, a guy I usually find at this club and talk with when Niall abandons me, is sitting at the bar with shots of clear liquid. I go over to talk to him. "Hey man," he slurs, his thick Doncaster accent sounding different against the Londoner accents I'm hearing all around me. "Hi mate," I clap his hand. He gestures to the seat beside him. Seconds later, a girl comes up to Louis. "Hey hot stuff," she winks and nearly stumbles over, clearly over-dosed on alcohol. Louis sighs and gives me a look. "Harry, this is my ex girlfriend Melissa."
"Harry?!" she cries. I look at her and recognise her. "Oh Melissa!" I smile politely. "You know each other?" Louis cocks an eyebrow, motioning between Mel and I. "Yea," I explain, "she's Morgan's friend." He looks a bit confused at the mention of Morgan. "Who's she?" he enquires.
"Oh, my girlfriend!" I shout over the music that's now increasing in volume.
"Well, I gotta go, hot guy waiting over there!" Mel says loudly. When she walks away I turn my attention back to Louis.

"Your ex huh?" I ask. "Yea," he sighs, "wasn't it really obvious she was tryna make me jealous talking about that 'hot guy'?" "Kinda, ya," I agree, "I didn't know Melissa dated you!"

Louis whistles sharply, making the bar tender turn around. "What can I get you love?" she places her elbows on the bar and leans down in front of him, purposely showing her cleavage. I roll my eyes behind her back. Nothing compared to my Morgan. "Well," Louis smirks, "since you're not on the menu, I'll just have a couple of shots for my friend and I." She giggles, looking at me. "I'm more interested in this fella over here," she licks her lips, "I'm on the menu for you any day," she winks.
"Taken," I say, not in the least bit interested.
"Oh taken, even better, delicious," she smirks. Does she think she's attractive? She turns around to make our drinks. Louis raises his eyebrows at me and I just roll my eyes back at him. She hands us our drinks and watches me take a small sip of mine. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm gulping it down, asking for more and more.

(20 Minutes Later)

After a couple drinks to many, I'm pissing drunk and have the bar tender on my lap. I feel like I shouldn't be doing this for some odd reason but I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm as drunken shit as hell.

Whatever the fuck that expression means.

I go to take another sip of my cherry vodka from a cheap red plastic cup but my hand suddenly jerks, making me spill the cold liquid over the girl's boobs. The drink trickles down her valley, droplets dot her chest. My eyes are glued to her upper half when I see her top being lifted up. To my surprise I find it's me pulling the shirt over her head. "Thanks babe," she whispers in my ear, "I was all... Wet." She bites my earlobe.

The things I could do to her.
She spins around so she facing me, her legs either side if my thighs. I take in her appearance. She's wearing tight hot pants and a red lacy bra. She bites down on her lip as she rocks back and forth. She presses her arse into me and draws around in circles. My hands roam her body. She stops and takes my hand. Together, we get off the stool. She leads me behind the bar and scans her ID card on the wall before guiding me through a door. We run up the stairs and go into a room with a bed, a desk, and a bedside table. "They're guest bedrooms belonging to the club," she explains pulling off the rest of her clothing.

"We'll be needing one," I smirk, stripping off also.

I push her lightly onto the bed and attack her neck with sucks and nips, leaving a love bite. She moans into my ear. I feel her hand run down my chest and stomach and down to my member. She grasps my length in her hand and strokes me. While my hand feels her breast, my lips work on the other. I groan into her nipple as she slightly hardens her grip on me, making her moan as she feels the vibration.
"Harry, I'm coming," she whispers and I stop what I'm doing. "There's more," I say, smirking. "My name's Roxanne," she tells me, letting my man part go. "Roxanne," I repeat back to her. "Fuck me already!" she giggles, throwing her head back as she laughs, making her boobs jiggle. I gape at them in aw.

She does this on purpose.

I clamber off the bed and find my jeans. I pull out a foil sheet from the bag pocket, that I keep there just in case Morgan and I-

Morgan. I knew I was forgetting something. I see Roxanne appear beside me, handing me a full glass. "Always some in the drawer," she gives a one sided smile. I take a swig and chug the rest down, instantly forgetting about Morgan.

I push her back on the bed. "Are you a.. A.. Virgin?" I stutter. Probably not, but I thought I should ask, just so I know what to do with her. "Far from it," she grins, kissing my jaw.
"Well then I'll fuck you like never before."

She gasps as my tips brushes against her. She butterfly kisses my jaw and I tangle my hand in her hair. Using the other hand I manage to put on the condom. Things are getting heated now. I pull her legs apart and guide my tip to her entrance. I lean down to kiss her and our lips move in unison. She softly moans into the kiss as I slowly enter her. I just kiss her, allowing her to adjust to my size. She slams her kiss harder, making me know I have to start.
I thrust into her making her moan. I pull out and thrust in again, getting sloppier a bit. "Harry," she whispers.
"Louder," I grunt, "scream my name Roxanne, fuck!"
She screams my name as I rock into her, faster and faster. I pull her hips down further and closer to me, trying to get all of me inside her. I haven't fucked in ages.

It feels good to have something around me that's other than a hand.

I come earlier than her and release into the condom, but keep slowly pumping, waiting for her. She comes a few seconds after. I pull out and wrap the condom up putting it in the bin. Her breathing has hitched and her hair is wild and messy, sprawled across the duvet. "Fuck," she breathes out.
"All that smut has made me sober again!" I state.

Then I remember something I know this time I can't forget.

Morgan.

Notes

Had no time to edit but hope it's still okay...
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