ALWAYS

I picked up my phone as it vibrated in my lap. We were waiting for our next interview to start. My jaw dropped seeing the text from Enola.
"Jesus Christ." I groaned. The boys and the interviewer all looked shocked. "Excuse me for a moment." I smiled awkwardly at them. They all nodded. I jumped up from my seat and ran to the other side of the room. I dialed Enola quickly and tapped my fingers against the wall as I waited impatiently.
Enola hummed, "Hello Harry."
"Don't you dare use that tone with me." I was about to explode already.
She kept her voice low and seductive, "Why not? Isn't this what you wanted? Me to be alone in your bed with dirty thoughts on my mind?"
"Yes but not now. I'm in an interview." I grumbled.
"Well, I can't stop thinking about that first night in Ireland. The way you made me beg and moan and beg some more. I remember how I rode you until we were both screaming and panting. Do you remember that? Do you remember me bouncing in your lap? Wanting every inch of you inside me?" She nearly whispered.
"Enola." I groaned wanting to be able to do something to her or myself.
"Do you want to know what I am doing?" Enola asked with a breathy voice.
"Yeah." I replied just as breathlessly. I heard Enola giggle then a shuffling sound. Suddenly, my ear was filled with a sound that almost brought me to my knees. Enola was soaking wet and touching herself. I bit down on my lip hard as I glanced back at the boys. They all looked concerned as I turned away from them again. Enola moaned into the speaker. "Oh Christ." I repeated trying to keep a grip on my control.
"Harry?" Enola murmured through a moan.
"Yes?" I inquired nervously. I wasn't sure about what she was going to say.
"Have a good interview." She giggled then hung up. I grunted in frustration and glared at my phone. I took a few deep breaths then slid my phone into my pocket. I returned to the boys in a completely different mood. I shifted a little to cover the fact that I was slightly hard.
"Who was that?" Louis asked as I cleared my throat.
"E." I responded quietly.
"What did she want?" Liam asked ignoring the interviewer a little.
"You don't want to know and you wouldn't believe me anyway." I replied. The boys all looked more curious. I smiled at the tall, muscular man that was interviewing us, "You may start now. I am sorry about that." The man nodded and began with his interview.


I flopped onto the sofa in the empty dressing room. I was frustrated because of the phone call I made to Enola after her text message. I sighed heavily and checked the time. It wasn't too late in the afternoon. Maybe she could talk to me. I tried to dial her anyway.
"Hello Harry." She giggled quietly.
"Enola." I laughed softly.
"What can I do for you?" She inquired sweetly.
"Make the feeling that my head is going to pop off go away. I can't sit still." I replied honestly. She giggled again then I heard her close a door. "Where's my daughter?" I asked wondering about the door.
"She's down in the living room with your mother. She offered to come over and play with Darcy while I finished unpacking and went to the grocery store." Enola answered. She breathed deeply, "But you didn't call to talk about our baby."
"I feel like I'm going to explode." I announced once again.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think it'd fuck with you that much." She sounded genuinely apologetic. I sighed heavily as I leaned my head back against the sofa. "I wish I could help you. I'd totally talk you through...things, if your mother wasn't here and Darcy wasn't awake."
"I know. The sound of your voice is making it a little bit better. At least I'll have pent up energy for the show." I chuckled.
Enola's smile could be heard in her voice, "Exactly." She was quiet for a long while. "Are you in a hotel tonight or bus?"
"Hotel." I replied smiling.
"How about you skype me when you get back to your hotel and you're getting ready to go to bed?" Enola suggested.
"Are you making a plan, Noli?" I asked biting my lip nervously.
Her tone was teasing, "Maaaybe."
"NOLI!" I whined like our daughter would whine for her.
"Oh my God! Now I know where she gets that! I'm going to slap you so hard when you get home." Enola laughed realizing I taught our daughter how to whine.
"Hopefully it's a good slapping." I stated with a cheeky attitude. Enola giggled the way she did when we were goofing around in bed. When I was teasing her with small touches and the lightest of caresses. "Enola, what are we doing?" I asked with a sigh. I was wondering where this was all going to go.
She sighed as well, "I don't know, Harry. I love being this playful again. I love listening to you laugh like you did those days in Ireland and Italy. This feels...new again and I enjoy it. We've not had this kind of banter for a while."
"I know. I feel like a teenager again." I responded quietly.
"Me too. I like this. Why can't we just be like this for right now?" She asked like she was sad.
"It's not that I don't like this. I love it. I...I want to..." I grunted. "I don't know what I want. I want this the way it is but I want more too."
Enola got choked up, "I know, Harry. I'm sorry. I...I want to get there but...small steps. I'm okay with whatever has been happening since last night because..." She sighed heavily and I could hear her beginning to cry, "Because you're half a world away and it's like it's not real. And I can hide away if I need to. Not answering a phone call is a lot easier than giving you the silent treatment at home when I feel like it's gone too far. And I know that I started it today. I'm sorry, Harry." Her voice sounded pleading.
"Enola, that's a bunch of bull. Don't you dare apologize for telling me what you want and how you're feeling. That's how this works. I'm not your ex-husband." I snapped at her. I heard her breath catch. I rubbed my face, "Noli, baby..." I then heard Darcy yelling for her in the background.
"Harry, I have to go. Your daughter needs me." She sniffled, fighting back the tears that I had caused.
"Noli, baby, please, just wait a second." I begged her even though Darcy's yells got louder.
"Harry, I have to go. We can still skype later."
"Enola, please." I begged again.
"Mummy! Mummy!" Darcy shouted. She was in the room with Enola now.
"Bye Harry." Enola stated softly then hung up. I grunted loudly and threw my phone onto the table. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled a little bit. I was so angry with myself for making Enola cry over something stupid. We could've talked it out but I had to get defensive because I wanted more than she could give at the moment. Even after she calmly explained to me the reason she was acting the way she was. I wanted to be playful with her and do the things we had been since last night. Granted it was escalating quite quickly but I was okay with it. It was in a zone that both of us were comfortable in. I understood that she liked talking dirty over the phone because it would not lead to us sleeping together. It was highly sexual but I knew she was liking it because it was extremely intimate. I got the most excited when she described what she was feeling instead of actions. I shouldn't have been so abrasive with her.

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