I Just Want You

“Sinewy.” I slid my Scrabble tiles onto the board, tapping my freshly manicured fingernail against the W tile. “Triple points on the W. Ba zing.”

Harry wrinkled up his nose, tallying the points on the small pad of hotel stationary. We’d spent the morning having some kind of weird hair treatment in the spa (my hair was blown out, wavy, and ultra-glam, he was all shine and curls) and while he had a facial, I got my nails done. After having room service bring lunch to the room, we settled down for our Scrabble tournament—and as promised, I was winning. I had the feeling he was letting me win. “What does a gorgeous girl like you know about sinewy?”

“My roommate Rob insists the reason the chicken the Indian restaurant across from our apartment dishes out is sinewy because it’s rat.” I snagged my next tiles and set them on the holder. “They serve a good curry though. I wouldn’t like, cross a desert for it, but in a pinch it’s decent.”

He glanced up at me. “Your roommate is a guy?”

“Yeah. We met at a club—we were both wearing the same bright yellow stilettos. I wanted to live in an apartment that wasn’t in the ghetto and he needed a roommate. It was magical.”

“You had on the same pumps?”

I rubbed my foot against his, smiling at him. “Yes. But Rob bats for the other team. He’s a cross dresser and a preforms a glamour/comedy/burlesque show under the stage name Trixie Stix. His eyebrow game is exquisite—he does mine, see? Fabulous.”

He chuckled. “I’m honestly jealous of any man who gets to see you every day. You live in Manhattan?”

“Nah, I live in Brooklyn. We have a sweet little place in a good part of town. Rob makes me smoke on the fire escape and we steal Wi-Fi from the old lady next door. She orders a lot of supplements.” I paused. “Rob thinks she hoards cats. She has a butt like Baryshnikov, though. We live on the ninth floor and I’ve never seen her take the elevator. She just sprints. Right up the stairs. Like some kind of gazelle or something.”

He was laughing, his smile so infectious that I started laughing too. Cupping his hands around his mug of tea, he looked down at his cell phone and started laughing all over again. “My mum wants to know if we had a good time seeing each other before the concert the other night.”

“Seeing was good but touching was better.”

“Cheeky girl.” He winked at me. “Touching was good, but fucking was better.”

“You only made me wait ten years for it.” I ran my hand through my insanely luscious hair. This was the first time in long time it felt so gloriously healthy, thanks to the fact I’d been bleaching and dying it for six years straight. I was sometimes surprised it didn’t just fall out of my head.

He was staring at me again, a shy smile pursed on his soft lips. I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” His cheeks reddening and he looked town, idly sliding his Scrabble tiles on the table. “You’re just…you’re beautiful, Kenzie. And you’re genuine.”

I shook my head backwards, letting my hair flow down my back, where it nearly reached the bottom of my ribcage. “I’m just me, Hazza. I keep telling you that—just Mackenzie: classy and sassy.”

He took a shaky breath. “Sometimes…ah, it’s very difficult to be around people and not help but wonder if they like you for you or for what they see in the media. It’s not like that with you. You know me.”

“You’re my best friend.”

“I was afraid to let my guard down.” He blurted out, nervously running his fingers through his hair and smoothing his bangs to the side. “I mean, it was you. But it had been so long and…and I’ve seen old friends who just wanted to be with ‘Harry Styles of One Direction’, not Harry from Cheshire. I was going out of my mind, debating if I wanted to see you and risk it or say I was too busy. But it was you. After all this time, it was My-Kenzie…back in my life.”

There was a soft sadness to his expression that made my heart ache. I drew my knees up to my chest, leaning forward with my arms crossed on top of them. “I figured you wouldn’t remember me.”

“I could never forget you, Kenzie.” He kept fiddling with the Scrabble tiles. “Since we’ve been together, you haven’t looked at your phone once. You haven’t asked to tweet things or take pictures and post them online.”

I shook my head slowly. “Well…no. Why would I?”

“Not everyone is as genuine as you, Kenz.”

It hit me like a kick to the face. He was scared because he was used to being used—people who only liked him because he was famous. Even kids we’d grown up with; in this moment, this abrupt change in his demeanor, he’d let his guard down. For me. “Oh…Harry…”

“And now…now that these past few days happened…I feel like I can’t remember life without you.” He shrugged. “And I hope I don’t lose you again.”

I jumped up from my chair, rounding the table and throwing my arms around him. He pulled me down onto his lap and held me against him, tangling his hand into my hair. I couldn’t help but think how it felt like I was made to be in his arms, how my body fit right against his. Reaching up, I cradled his face with my hand. “You’re my Hazza. You’re the same, silly boy who threw up on my lap when we rode the Ferris Wheel as kids. You dislocated your finger when we fell in heap doing a three legged race.”

He chuckled, looking at me with shining, tear filled eyes.

“You don’t have to be anyone but you around me. What happens between us—what we say to each other? All of that stays with us. Even if you weren’t some kind of rock god, I’d still keep it in my heart. It’s not for anyone else.”

He hugged me again and then gently pressed his lips to mine. “That’s why you’re perfect, Kenzie. My gorgeous girl.”

I laughed, brushing his hair back from his face and trailing my fingertips down his chiseled jaw. “I’m hardly perfect, Hazza. Have you seen my feet? No, don’t look. They’re hideous.”

“Your feet are not hideous.”

“They’re gnarled. See that right there? That’s a bunion. Twenty-one years old and I have a fucking bunion on my foot from dancing. I jammed my feet in toe shoes for far too many years and now I look like a fucking hobbit or something.” I flexed my foot back and forth. My ankle joint popped and crackled like bubble wrap; I wrinkled up my nose and sighed. “Gross, that’s super attractive.”

“Kenz, I have four nipples.”

“Yuuup.” I slid my hand down his bare chest, tapping my fingertips against his tattoos. “Marcella asked what nipples were the other day. I was like…um…well. They’re…there.”

He burst out laughing. “What did you tell her?”

“You should have seen me dance around the question. Then she’s like, does Daddy have them? And I’m like, well, everyone has them. She said, very seriously I might add, what do they do? I said, um, well nothing. Boys nipples do nothing. And then I’m like, well, I think that’s my phone ringing so I’d better just go into the other room…”

“Her eyes reminded me of yours.” He nudged my hand up with his, pressing his palm to mine and lining our fingers up. “And I completely agree with her that you’re light.”

“Your mum used to call me Sunshine, remember?”

He blushed, lacing his fingers around mine and squeezing my hand. “She got that from me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh really now?”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” He sang in a low, raspy voice and nuzzled his face against mine, “You make me happy…when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I...I…ehm…”

His voice trailed off. He wasn’t going to actually say it and I knew that. I was okay with that. Whatever we had at that moment—it didn’t have to be love. It could just be whatever it was; I didn’t care.

He leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth hot against mine. Slowly letting go of my hand, he slid his hand behind my ear and into my hair, cradling my head. The kiss was deep and sensual; it made my heart race almost instantly. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he pulled away only enough to end the kiss. “I think you’re trying to seduce me so you can see my Scrabble tiles.”

“I play to win, Hazza.”

“Then I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” He trailed his fingertip down my white tank top and short shorts. “If you’re really trying to win, you’d take them off.”

The buzz of his cell phone made us both jump. He cradled me in his arms and leaned over to look at the cell face. “Now she’s asking if we had a horrible time seeing each other.”

I giggled. “You should answer her before she thinks I tied you up and tossed you in Marcus’s trunk.”

He scooped up his phone and read his text out loud as he typed. “We’re still having a lovely time together…just had a massage and Kenzie’s hair smells like…uh…like…”

“Mango butter.”

“Mango butter…yes.” He sent the text and grinned at me. “Do you want to send her a picture?”

“Wait, let me fix my hair.” I ran my fingers through my hair and swept it all over one shoulder. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Let me…just fix the camera here…right…” He held his phone out in front of us and adjusted it so that we were both in the frame. “Beautiful. I’m going to make this my lock screen. Okay…and…smile!”

I smiled and, after he took the picture, I looked at him. “Hazza.”

“Ohhhh, my hand was on your boob. Sorry, lovely.” He slid his hand down and cupped my waist, holding the phone up again. We smiled at the camera, our heads gently touching. He took the picture and then pulled the phone back to him to keep texting. “She’s…beating me at Scrabble.”

“I think you’re letting me win.”

“Absolutely not.” He adjusted my body in his arms so that my legs stretched across his lap. Pushing my shirt up, he trailed his fingertips cross on stomach, gently caressing the tattooed skin. “Your tattoos are so sexy.”

I traced the curve of the butterfly on his abs. “I want to tattoo you. Leave my mark on your skin, you know, give you something awesome.”

“You’ve already left your mark on my soul.” He ran his fingertip across the titanium blue bolt pierced through my belly button. “If I let you choose, what would you tattoo on me?”

I chewed on my bottom lip and pulled his left arm to me, studying the random tattoos that ran from his shoulder to his wrist. “Hmm…you have a lot going on here, Haz, and in a lot of different styles. No pun intended.”

He laughed.

I traced my finger down the anchor on his wrist and then down to the cross near his thumb. “Maybe…hmmm. Maybe a compass? You have a nautical theme going on, with the mermaid and the ship and the anchor, so I feel like you need a compass. I did a sweet compass tattoo on this dude’s calf last week: it was a compass in a pocket watch and had like, a rosary wrapped around it. It was awesome.”

“What if I wanted your name tattooed right across my shoulders?” He motioned over his neck with his free hand. “My-Kenzie. Right there.”

“Typically we encourage people to not tattoo other individual’s names on them, just in case their…um…devotion changes.”

He nuzzled his face against mine, pressing his lips to the side of my mouth. “Not for My-Kenzie.”

“If you picked a tattoo for me, what would it be?”

He leaned over me and started kissing my throat. “I’d write you a song…just for you. Something you could look at and think of me when we we’re apart.”

I sighed softly. His mouth against me felt incredible, his lips so soft and gentle. “Hazza…”

“Do you want me, baby girl?” He eased my tank top over my head.

“I can’t get enough of you, Mr. Styles.”

He tugged my arm, coaxing me up onto my knees so I was straddling him. Gently, almost like he was just teasing me, he started trailing his kisses down my chest. “Well, Miss Shively. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, sliding his hand down my ass and easing my shorts down my body. I raised up on my knees and pulled them the rest of the way off, then leaned my weight against the side of the arm chair while Harry wiggled out of his briefs. His lips still pressed to mine, he gripped my hips and guided me back down on his lap.

I slid my hand between my legs, running my fingertips across his shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Little One, I need you.”

I raised up on my knees and adjusted his cock beneath me. He raised his hips up in anticipation, using gentle pressure on my hips until he easily slid inside me. The feeling was incredible; the feeling of him inside my body seemed to radiate across me, like passion was flaring up my back and down my arms. I bit my lip to stifle a delighted moan of pleasure.

A smile spread across his lips. He gripped my hips as I ground against him, thrusting myself up and down, and guided me in an intoxicating rhythm. “Do you like that?”

I dipped my head down and pressed my forehead to his. He felt so good; he filled me and touched me deeper than anyone ever had. “Yes…fuck, Harry, I love it. You feel…god….you feel incredible.”

“So do you.” He leaned his head forward and pressed his mouth to my chest. Sliding his hands to my breasts, he pressed them together and trailed his lips across them; kissing my skin and gently lapping his tongue over my nipples. His mouth was hot; he sucked and nibbled, the intensity dictated by how loud he made me moan in pleasure.

The feeling radiated down my chest straight between my legs, as if my pulse was throbbing against him and heightening the feeling. I arched my back, tilting my head up and staring and the ceiling. I never wanted this to end; I was so intensely attracted to him. He made my body feel like it was on fire—he made me feel like my soul was complete. It was too easy to fall for him: something in that sweet smile and those big green eyes. He made me feel like I was at home, like being with him was exactly where I belonged.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his mouth still trailing across my breasts. “Kenzie…baby girl, can I take pictures of you? Just like this…completely naked. Your body…oh, Little One…I need to be able to look at it when we’re not together.”

The thought turned me on even more. “Mmmmm….but Hazza, I don’t want to stop fucking you.”

“You can ride me on the bed.” He picked up his cell phone and leveled it at me, brushing my hair back from my shoulders so he could photograph my breasts. “And I’m gonna put my camera between your legs and record me licking you until you cum for me.”

My lips curled up into a smile and I nodded. “I’m up for anything, Hazza.”

“Even if we shouldn’t?”

“Especially if we shouldn’t.”

He burst into a broad smile, then crushed his lips to mine. “I’ll take you places you’ve neva’ been. Just swear you’re mine.”

“I am, Hazza. I always have been.”

He scooped me up in his arms and balanced his phone between our bodies, then kissed me. “Let’s go crazy on each other.”

“Only if you promise you’re mine.”

His lips spread into a broad smile. “I am, Little One. And I always will be.”

Notes

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