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Realms of Desire

You're The One

You're The One - Greta Van Fleet

I sat at the bar with a glass of wine in my hand. I kept my eyes forward, looking at my own reflection in the mirror behind the bar. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, pulling it over my shoulder, exposing the tattoo on the back of my neck. I rubbed the crook of my neck gently, wanting to relieve the tension resting in my muscles. I took a sip of my wine when the rubbing wouldn't work. I figured the alcohol would have to help a little bit.
"Is this seat taken?" I heard a smooth, deep, accented voice next to me. My stomach twisted and my heart raced a little. I turned my head to see some I'd never thought I'd lay eyes on again. I shook my head slowly, willing myself to smile. "Hi." He spoke nervously.
"Hey." I replied feeling just as anxious as he was. Seeing his bright eyes and almost childish smile again filled my heart with a strange sense of happiness. He looked so different but he also appeared exactly the same. His eyes and smile still showed the innocence that I loved long ago.
"How long has it been?" He inquired, tapping the bar top lightly with his ring finger.
I smiled and answered quickly, "Almost three years." He nodded and caught the attention of the bartender. When the bartender asked what he wanted, I ordered his disgusting tequila with a smirk. The bartender turned her eyes to the man sitting next to me. He nodded laughing.
"How are you?" He asked, the nervousness returning to his voice.
"I've been..." I stopped myself from answering honestly. "I'm fine. How are you?" I wanted to be polite.
"I'm doin' alright. I'm actually really happy to see you. It's been three years and no calls." He stated with a smug grin. "You said you'd call." He added.
"So did you, Harry." I replied abruptly, a sour look on my face.
Harry frowned deeply, "I didn't sit next to you so we could argue." I gave a single nod before taking a sip of my wine. "Can't we just talk? We used to all the time." Harry murmured.
I smiled, "Of course. Tell me about the music. How is the band doing?" Harry began to talk extensively about his band, all of the trials from the years after I left. I heard all of the stories he had to tell.
As Harry finished his story about a tour in South America, I realized how nice it felt to sit in front of him again. I'd missed the sound of his voice, the brightness in his eyes, the innocence in his laugh more than I'd actually let myself believe. The more he spoke, the more I'd become aware of how much he'd grown up. Though, I would never be able to get him to admit to it. I chuckled as his laugh died down a bit. I gazed into his eyes and shook away another realization about Harry.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked softly. I lifted my eyebrow, not knowing what he meant. "Oh don't pull that bullshit with me. I've seen that look hundreds of times." I still gave him a blank stare. "You're thinking...hard. Wanna tell me what about?" Harry's smile was genuine. I relaxed against the bar top and rested my cheek on my fist.
"It's nice to see you smile." I answered honestly. Harry's eyes softened. "Its been so long since I've seen you smile or...I don't know. It's just nice." I tried to clarify but failed. Harry appeared nervous again. "You look good, Harry." My smile warmed when his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"I'm really good looking." He spoke with tenacity.
I giggled, "And there's my full of shit Harry." He laughed as well for a few moments but then a silence fell between us again.
"I see you still have that tattoo." Harry motioned to the back of my neck. I brushed my hair away from it even more and nodded. "Why do you still have that?" He sounded so shocked.
"Because!" I felt a little offended. "You were a very large part of my life for a very long time." I reminded him but his eyes still appeared saddened. "I never regretted you, Harry. Not once. Even when it was rock bottom between us. I never once wished I could take back a single moment with you." I reached out and cupped his cheek tenderly. I stroked his cheek softly with my thumb. After just a moment, I stroked his stubbled cheek, running my thumb over his bottom lip for only a moment. Harry placed his hand over my wrist, rubbing small circles against my skin with his thumb. His eyes flicked over quickly and then his smile faded.
"What's this?" He inquired, picking up my left hand gently. Harry's eyes had locked onto the massive diamond ring on my finger. "Getting married?" His tone sounded so sad and defeated. I removed my hand from his face and touch the ring on my hand. "Who is he?" Harry asked.
"His name is Adam." I answered just above a whisper.
"Is he good to you? Takes care of you?" Harry was obviously afraid of the answer.
I nodded, choking back some tears, "Yeah. He's a good man."
"Why are you sitting here talking to me then?" Harry seemed a bit uneasy now.
I laughed cynically, "Serendipity and a fucked up world." Harry's eyes now held worry. "Have you ever looked at someone and then realized that no matter how much you want it to work, how much you want to love them the way they love you, you just cannot do it. " Harry's brows were furrowed in confusion. "It was my rehearsal dinner for my wedding tonight." I admitted lowly. "Across town, my friends, my family, my fiancee are wondering where I am." I peeked at the clock. "They have been for the last three hours." Harry took my hand in his, attempting to comfort me. "I came here when I was supposed to show up there. I sat right here, ordered a wine and had no intention of going but sitting here and sulking." Harry placed his hand on my shoulder. "Then you showed up and I've not thought about Adam once. I've not felt any pang of guilt at all. I've been sitting here listening to you talk, laughing at your jokes and feeling like I'm not just a zombie of a person." I confessed. "I've not even thought about checking my phone to see how worried everyone is. I know I am a terrible person for all of this but for the last two years, I've been living in a relationship where a man dotes on me constantly and all I can think is that something is missing." I explained softly. Harry's hand cupped my cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "All I keep thinking right now is that I can't marry him tomorrow, or next month or next year. I can't be with this man that loves me so much because he's..." I choke back a sob, not wanting to break down. "Because he's not you." I murmured, gazing into Harry's eyes. His eyes softened and he moved a bit closer to me. "It took me two years, until just now, to realize that I've never really gotten over you, Harry." I confessed, letting my emotions take over.
I gasped quietly when Harry's lips meshed to mine in the heat of the moment. He held my face in his hands, deepening the tender, passionate kiss. I slid my hand onto his thigh to steady my own body as l leaned forward to get closer to him. Harry broke the kiss to breathe. I looked into his green eyes, seeing an all too familiar fire there. Harry flagged down the bartender again. He gave her a dashing smile and handed her a large bill, paying for our drinks and covering a tip.
Harry stood from the bar-stool and held his tattooed hand out to me, "Come with me." I placed my hand in his and stood gracefully. Harry smiled and led me out of the hotel bar.

Harry and I had finally reached his hotel room. As we stepped inside, I finally heard my phone vibrating in my purse. I dug for the phone as Harry closed the door. My heart sank as I saw that it was Adam calling me. I silenced the call, allowing it to keep ringing but just so I wouldn't hear it. When Adam finally gave up, I noticed how many missed calls and texts I had. I tried to unlock my phone but Harry put his hand over mine.
"Don't look at that." His voice was pleading. I nodded and placed it back into my bag. Harry took my purse of my shoulder and dropped it into the chair near us. Harry took my face in his hands again and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I felt my heart quicken as his tongue caressed mine. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his. Harry snaked his arms around my waist, holding me as close as possible. My breath caught for a moment when he began to unzip my dress. I pushed his cozy cardigan off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I ran my hands over his shoulders to his chest as he finished unzipping my dress. I lifted the bottom of his shirt a bit, just to let my hands rest on the bare skin of his waist. Before I let Harry remove my dress completely, I slid my hands further up, lifting his shirt more. Harry got the picture and pulled his shirt over his head quickly. He threw it to the ground with zero hesitation. I let him slip the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I shimmied out of the dress allowing it to drop to the floor around my feet. I stepped out of it, closer to Harry. I kicked off my heels and beamed at his smiling face.
Harry quickly hoisted me into the air. I squealed with laughter and wrapped my legs around his waist. I pressed my lips to his again with a fierce passion and desire. Harry met my emotions with ones of his own that were just as strong. I ran my hands through his now short hair, loving the way it felt. I remembered what it felt like when he had long hair and this was much better. We landed on the bed with a minor crash. Neither of us cared, laughing for just a moment. I smoothed my hands over his smooth, warm chest. I hummed with pleasure when Harry's fingers danced over my thigh lightly. I reached down, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. I pushed them down to his ankles.
"You are still way to quick with that." Harry chuckled against my lips. I giggled and captured his lips between mine, keeping him from speaking. Harry kicked his trousers to the floor then knelt between my thighs.
I sighed softly as his lips meshed to mine over and over. I missed the way his lips would cover mine completely. Harry slid his hands around my back, unhooking my bra just moments afterward. I smiled as he just flung the article of clothing across the room. He then wasted no time nearly ripping my panties off. I was taken completely by surprise when he pressed tender, slow kisses against the skin of my chest. I hummed as his tongue danced down the space between my breasts. A loud gasp escaped my lips when I felt his tongue tracing my nipple. I ran my hands through his hair gently as he nibbled and sucked at the extremely tender flesh. It only lasted a few moments then Harry's lips continued to leave soft kisses down my torso. My breathing grew heavier the closer he got to that already trembling mound of flesh between my legs.
I moaned without hesitation feeling Harry's lips imbibe my nerves with care. How was I this far gone already? Harry's tongue fluttered around my swollen bundle of nerves with shocking expertise. My fingers intertwined themselves in his hair. The smooth, gentle motions of his mouth were leaving me writhing and panting, begging for more. He happily did as I pleaded. I yelped and squealed, squeezing his shoulders, unable to think of anything other that him. As much sound as I was making, Harry didn't make any. He kept his eyes closed and he concentrated on bringing me to the edge of everything. Harry lips released me when I came moaning his name and my legs shaking slightly.
Harry kissed a trail leading back to my lips. Not missing a single inch of skin. When he looked down at me, I could see the passion in his eyes. He seemed at ease as well. I meshed my mouth to his, not caring that I could taste myself on him. I gasped again. Breaking the kiss when I felt him slide into my molten core that he'd created. He still didn't say a word. He began to thrust slowly. Harry pressed his forehead to mine as he gazed into my eyes. He smiled at the sight of my heavy eyes lids and dropped jaw. He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me lovingly. His lips moving as slowly and deliberately as his hips. I wrapped my arms around his back, wanting to feel more of his skin on mine.
Staring into Harry's eyes as he changed the angle of his hips made the feeling so much more intense. I could feel that undeniable pit in my stomach growing with every thrust forward of Harry's hips. He laid his torso on mine, putting almost his full weight on me. I loved it. I loved the feel of his chest hair on my bare skin. I loved the heat from his body warming me even more. Harry's hips started to pump a bit faster and harder. I moaned, that bubbling feeling deep within me becoming stronger. Harry captured my lips between his. He kissed me with fire, caressing my tongue with his. It felt as though we were trying to take each other in completely. Harry began to whisper sweet things in my ear as his thrusts became uneven. I gripped his back tightly, knowing that I was getting ready to go over the edge. I kissed Harry's neck and shoulders, trying to muffle the loud moans escaping my mouth. Finally, my body gave out. My muscles tightened around Harry intensely. My legs shook and I felt as though I were about to cry. Harry's breath was taken away by the strength of the orgasm he'd caused in me. Within just moments, he was grunting and gasping for air. I could feel his pulsating appendage jerk inside me, the look on his face telling me he'd had a release as well.
Harry collapsed on top of me. His body completely exhausted. I kissed him gently and moved his hair from his sweat soaked forehead. After only a moment of rest, Harry flipped onto his back, bringing me to lie on top of him. I smiled down at his weary eyes and kissed him tenderly. He held my hair back from my face. I kissed him lazily, skimming my fingers over his chest slowly. I loved the sound of content as he hummed into my kisses. I placed my other hand on his reddened cheek, needing the little extra contact between our bodies. Neither of us spoke, gentle kisses and touches were enough for us.


I laid curled into Harry's side, my head on his chest and my leg wedged between his. I smiled as his fingers danced up and down my arm. I caressed his chest with my thumb. I lifted my head from his chest and looked at Harry's half asleep face. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back at him. Harry lifted his head slightly and kissed me softly. I enjoyed how warm he felt. Being in his arms was so familiar, so comforting and yet, it still felt so new. I returned my head to his chest and closed my eyes.
"What am I going to do tomorrow?" I asked Harry with a whisper.
"What do you mean?" He replied just as quietly, his fingers still running up and down my arm.
I sighed softly, "I was supposed to get married tomorrow afternoon. What am I going to do? Should I show up and tell Adam that we're not getting married or do I just wait for him to leave the house and get my things while he's gone? Do I go back to the apartment and tell him I can't marry him to his face?'
"To his face is probably better, love." Harry answered honestly. "But I wouldn't go the the church." Harry then laughed a bit, "I may have left a couple of love bites in visible places." I couldn't help but blush and laugh. "Whatever you do, it should be done soon. He probably thinks that I kidnapped you or something." I giggled softly and nodded, knowing that Harry was right. I rested my chin on his chest and stared him in the face, running my fingers over his lips lightly. Harry kissed my fingertips sweetly, "What are you going to do after that?"
I blushed and answered honestly, "I have no idea. All of the friends that I have I've made through Adam. I doubt any of them are going to talk to me after tomorrow."
"We'll worry about it in the morning." Harry kissed my lips gently. "Go to sleep." I laid my head down once again and let my eyes slide shut. Harry pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around me, keeping my securly at his side. I fell asleep feeling like I'd not felt since Harry and I were young.

Notes

Comments

@Kammy.
Oh hush you do fine my friend but I’m glad you like it

I love you...jesus this was sooo good... you write Harry so well...whyyyy can't I write him like this??

@LizzyM101
Aw thanks love. I don’t know why I even thought of it but I’m glad you like it

Good chapter about Niall and Harry steamy

@Kammy.
You da real mvp, girl. ❤️