Deeply, Passionately, Affectionately

It had been a week since Niall’s birthday and your week had been bombarded with loads of work at your job as a pediatrician. Sure, the pay wasn’t anything compared to a mild fraction of what Harry earned, but it absolutely fulfilled your life to be able to work with children and even treat them if it was possible! It had also been something you’ve definitely wanted to be ever since you were in college. Thankfully though, today was the day the eight of you flew to Holland, your flight wasn’t until the late afternoon. You were sitting in bed, with a snoring Harry sleeping comfortably beside you, his muscly arms resting on your thighs. He looked so serene, and it was only 8 am, so you decided to let him sleep for a little while more. From the bedside table, you took a 19th century book that Harry had bought for you in France which had become your absolute favorite read. You’ve read the book over ten times already, but since you had nothing else to do, you decided to read your favorite part of it:

The gardens of the Château de Versailles were always blooming with petunias, daffodils and white roses. He had planted those specifically for her, as he knew that a garden without flowers saddened her spirits greatly. Living at the Château and becoming acquainted with him, had for, been the most fulfilling experience of her life. He had truly lit the darkness that was in her life before she had granted the opulence of becoming his acquaintance.

She sat on a park bench in the charming garden and closed her eyes to enjoy the glistening sunrays that fell on the tip of her bonnet. In the distance, she heard the galloping sound of a horse. Was this to be true? Was this her lover? The only one whom she could spill her disastrous sorrows to in times of melancholy? Alas! It was! The two exchanged glances for an amount of time, after which he elegantly stationed himself firmly on the ground after hopping off his horse. “Eloise, my darling” he exclaimed as he slowly approached her, “Please forgive me for I have disturbed your deepest reverie, but I am in great need to liberate myself from the pressing thought that had been swarming my head for the past few weeks!” “Pray, do tell me, sir!” Eloise spoke passionately, “For I have been in great distress myself too in the previous passing of weeks!” At this, the love of her life’s face became instantly absent of any signs of any pique and portrayed a smile so handsome that even the intelligence of Claude Monet was unable to capture the beauty that stood in front of Eloise. He took her most affectionately by the hand and stooped down so that one knee rested gracefully on the effervescent grass, “Eloise… my Darling, my Love,” he continued, “Will you do me the favor of granting me the eternal luxury of spending the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” At this she thought she had landed herself in one of those wondrous reveries she often imagined herself and him in, an absolute sense of joy overwhelmed her as she ran towards him and kissed her lover deeply… passionately… and affectionately…

“Hey baby, are you reading that freaking book again?” Harry grinned as he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “I seriously love how lost in thought you can be sometimes… I also love it when you do that when we make love,” he smirked dangerously at you as his sleepy eyes were still trying to adjust to the golden sunlight that filled the room. “Hey, I love this book!” you pouted as you hugged it tightly, “I know you do Y/N, it’s your favorite… I wonder who bought it for you? Must’ve had some good taste!” he smirked. “True,” you replied gravely, “It certainly wasn’t you though, Harry!” he dipped into your face and laughed when he tried to kiss you as you pushed him off playfully. “Kiss me, darling!” he exclaimed in a dramatically exaggerated French accent, “For I have fallen in love with your monstrous beauty!” you giggled at his horrible acting and in turn kissed him passionately on his lips, his tongue soothing yours as in turn, the rest of your muscles relaxed as well. Your phone buzzed and you took a look at the screen, it was from Eleanor:

“Me and Louis are so excited for the trip! Are you guys packed and ready to go the city with the best vibes? Love you x”

“We sure are! See you later, love you more x” you replied.

“Hey babe, are you gonna take a shower with me or not?” he smirked as he took off his shirt and his perfectly toned stomach was in full view. This was an offer you couldn’t refuse; you laughed and followed him, jumping on his back so that he piggy backed you to the bathroom. When he set you down in front of the shower. He took a brush from the bathroom counter, which he comically pretended to use as a microphone, “Weeeeelcome to today’s edition of the Fashion Police! This is your host Harry Styles from One Direction speaking and today we have a guest star, Y/N Y/L/N, who has bravely decided to join us today.” You burst out in heart-felt laughter as he mimicked a show which he absolutely hated thinking it was ‘pretentious and close minded’. “Thanks for joining us Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Harry asked dead serious. His expression made you laugh so hard but you decided to play along to mock the show as you too, disliked it greatly, “I am doing quite fine myself Harry, thanks for having me in your beautiful studio” you said while pointing at the bathroom, he smirked at this but managed to regain his composure and continued, “As you know, all we do on this show is judge people by what they wear, so I will be doing that to you today, honey” he exclaimed, it was so hard for you to contain your laughter. “Allright, what have we here?” Harry said completely serious and held your hand to twirl you around, “Hmm… Loving the white tank top, girl, truly compliments that killer body, but it’s so 80’s, I want it off!” As he said this, he yanked the tank top over your body so that your breasts were out in the open… Oh, this is where this is going, you giggled to yourself. “And those yoga pants, well honey, even though it might please a certain lover of yours who loves the sight of your bum in it, that’s not gonna please anyone at the red carpet will it?” He said as he held the ‘microphone’ in front of your face. “Do you want it off?” You asked sincerely trying to suppress your giggles, “Yes I do! So 90’s!” he pulled down your pants and threw them away from you. “Hmmm… Let’s see what we have here…” He dropped the brush on the ground, the comical look instantly leaving his face, transforming back into the sexy Harry Styles you always knew as his emerald eyes looked into yours, hypnotizing every thought in your head causing them to think of only. “I think, baby…” he spoke teasingly slow, “even though they are mightily beautiful knickers, you’d look a lot more stunning without them,” he whispered while biting his bottom lip. As he said this, your temperature instantly rose and the sight of him biting his lip aroused you greatly. You slowly made your way towards him as you noticed Harry’s smirk grew wider. You cupped one hand around his neck and the other around his naked back, “Do you want to make me come, baby?” you whispered, at first surprised at the sound of yourself but Harry quickly changed that as he started placing soft kisses on your breasts, placing a loving kiss between each word he spoke, “There’s nothing I’d rather do with more pleasure.” You threw your head back as he very gently started sucking on each of your nipples, carefully gritting one of them between his teeth. It sent shivers down towards your lady parts as you scrunched your hands into his hair letting out silent moans. “You want me to make you come huh, baby?” he smiled against your skin. “Hard…” you added with closed eyes as you struggled to form the word. He rose back up so that he faced you and when you opened your eyes, his were staring, fire-blazingly beautiful, into yours. “Your wish is my command, love!” he grinned. “But first… this…” He scooped you up and placed you under the rain shower, pressed his body against yours so that your breasts were resting on his chest and wrapped one arm around your waist and used the other to turn on the tap. Seconds later, you were both drowned in warm droplets of water that felt perfect on your skin as he held his hands to cup your face and kissed you so passionately, so arousing as if his life depended on it. The water splashed on your bodies like rain and you savored every single warm drop of water that landed on you. Because Harry’s tall body was pressed against yours, you felt his growing erection against your stomach. You looked down and saw he was still wearing his pajama pants. You began laughing and threw your head in his shoulder as you pointed at his charming Superman PJ’s. “Oh fuck…” he said shyly as he flipped his wet hair out of his face, “I forgot… I guess I just got so worked up with you babe,” he laughed. He quickly took of his pants and his boxer shorts and threw them out the shower. “Now… where were we?” He asked, his voice mesmerizingly low, “Here…” you said as you pulled him closer to kiss him and grabbed both of his hands to cup your breasts, which he squeezed and rubbed gently. He pulled away and kneeled down before you so that he was facing your lady bits. He placed a soft kiss on it, “This is my holy temple,” he smirked, and not soon after he unexpectedly shoved two fingers into you. You moaned heavily at the overwhelming sensation as you bent down and grabbed his shoulders to remain your composure. He used his thumb to circle your clitoris and grinned at the effect this had on you, “Oh my god… Harry, I want you to fuck me, baby, please…” you moaned, desperate for him to be inside of you. “I’m not gonna make love to you quite yet, love...” he said teasingly. He fastened his pace even more which caused you to call out his name in desperate attempts for him to have sex with you already. After an eternity of moaning, he finally pulled out his fingers and you knew exactly what his favorite sex position was, as you quickly bent over in a 90 degree angle. Harry put one arm under your belly to support your body and placed the other one around your waist. “Let me make love to you, baby,” he asked you again. “Yes… baby, come on I want you inside of me,” you breathed. Very gently, he eased himself into you, as you savored every inch of his length that entered you. “Fuck… baby, you’re so god damn tight” he hissed through gritted teeth, “you feel so good… so warm… so wet…” he moaned as he slowly started moving in and out of you. His hips rhythmically bouncing against your bum as he called out your name, desperately. You felt his quickened and heavy breathing near your ear as he nibbled at your ear, “I’m in love with you,” he breathed, “I love you too, Harry…” you moaned as he pushed you closer to your climax. “I’m almost gonna come…” he groaned, “but baby, I wanna see your face when we come together,” he said as he pulled out to turn you around and place you on the drenched floor so that the water rained on you torso. He hastily kneeled down in front of you and slowly but surely, entered again and started pumping, this time with an even faster pace as he cupped his hand under your head. Your legs were resting on his shoulders and the sight of a wet Harry Styles whose jaw was clenched so tight and whose hair was covering parts of his face became your undoing as you threw you head back and climaxed crying out his name with fervent passion. “Come for me baby…” you pleaded, and he did… boy did he come… He cried out your named through gritted teeth as he held your face so that he could look at you when he came, he then threw his head into your neck as he gave his final few thrusts and visibly relaxed his body on top of you. You kissed his toned shoulders and moved your hand along his back, which was warm due to the hot water that fell on his perfectly shaped back muscles. He pulled up his head to stare at your face, “Thank you, beautiful… you’ve made my day again” he smiled.

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