What Makes You Beautiful
I'll be your light
So hard that I couldn't take it
Want to wake up and see your face
And remember how good it was being here last night
Still high with a little feeling
I see the smile as it starts to creep in
It was there, I saw it in your eyes
‘Home’ – One Direction
Harry's POV
The room smelt of sex. It was the first thing he registered when he woke up. A warmth was pressed up against him, hot skin touching. Harry opened his eyes and blinked to adjust his vision. The person who was warm swam into view, a tanned body with glorious brown waves of hair cascading over her shoulders. His lips were millimetres away from her forehead. He could hear the sound of her breathing, one hand balled up to her chest and the other rested over his beating heart. Her body moved in his arms as she slept, moving her head slightly. Harry held her close as his eyes fully opened. His gaze shifted across his shoulder and the sight that greeted him made him smirk.
The bed sheets were a mess, strewn across the mattress. The sheets covered only the bottom half of their bodies, the white cotton wrapped around his girlfriend’s slim legs. So it really did happen… He thought. When Bella told him she was a virgin, Harry was surprised. How can a young woman as beautiful as her still be a virgin? He had asked himself. But in a way, he was glad. It meant that he was the man who had the pleasure of being her first. He remembered the way she trembled as he kissed her. How she shivered when he touched her in the most intimate of places. But she had relaxed into it, letting herself fall into his romantic embrace.
Harry suddenly felt Bella stir in his arms. He looked down at her, the edge of his mouth resting against her warm forehead. He heard her groan groggily as she slowly awakened. Her legs were intertwined with Harry’s, the fiery contact of their skin, which had been a scorching fire last night, had become a few embers, still burning. Harry had never felt so happy waking up after sex. The 19-year-old in his arms was all he wanted and all he needed. The pleasure he had felt making love to Bella was wonderful. There was desire but there was also a sweet romance. Slow and beautiful. Just the way both of them wanted it to be. And it was.
“Mmmmm…” She moaned, her head moving as she stirred, waking up to a new day. His hands were splayed out on her back, tracing the length of her spine. Harry pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling her hand press harder against his chest.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered softly. Bella raised her eyes and Harry looked into those two sparkling pools of deep hazel. Because his face was so close to hers, he could see the green in her irises. A different shade of green than his own but just as engaging. For a moment, it looked like Bella had no idea where she was. She looked down at Harry’s chest, her gaze making a route down his body to the messy bed sheets, the dark curtains in the room drawn over the window, blocking out the sun.
“Are you OK?” Harry asked.
Her eyes came back to his. Her cheeks were flushed with a glow that only came after having sex. Her lips were a little swollen. My fault… Harry said in his head. Bella nodded, looking down at his chest, where her hand was.
“Was I…How did I…do?”
Shock. That was the emotion Harry felt. He couldn’t believe the question had even been in her mind, let alone her asking it. He placed his left hand against her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. Her eyelashes ghosted underneath her eyes, avoiding eye contact, but Harry smiled when Bella leaned into his touch, her cheek resting against his smooth palm. He wasn’t interested in her naked body at this moment. All he looked at was her face, which was turning pink. In his arms, she was fragile. As delicate as a crystal. In Harry’s eyes, she shone just as bright as one too. He kissed her forehead again, tucking his fingers underneath her chin, titling her head up to look at him.
“You were amazing, love. And don’t worry about how I feel. What about you? What was it like for you?” She was the virgin, not me. She’s more important. He traced the curve of her top lip with his thumb, moving to her bottom lip to gently pull it down. Bella stared at him. She looked mesmerised. At first, she couldn’t even look at him. Now, her eyes were locked to his. Her lips remained parted as she answered his question in her soft voice.
“I feel…different…”
“That’s understandable. It didn’t hurt, did it?” Harry asked. Bella shook her head.
“No, not a lot. It just felt…different. In a good way, though.” A small smile spread across her lips, reaching her eyes. Harry saw it and he smiled in return. He placed his hand behind her head, his fingers twisting in her tangled hair. His gaze was on Bella and only Bella. He leaned down, the tip of his nose touching hers. Her eyes began to close and it was right then when Harry knew she wanted him to. As soon as his lips touched hers, his heart rate picked up as he closed his eyes, cherishing the softness of her lips pressed against his own. Memories from the night before flashed in his mind. A series of breathless kisses, fingers touching, stroking and caressing, arms staying in locked positions, two bodies becoming one in the union of sex.
Bella’s hands moved up his neck to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, shifting her body up to kiss him back. She infected him like a drug. He was addicted to her and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. His member became stimulated from her touch, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing up against his chest. Harry chuckled and deepened the kiss, locking his legs with Bella’s. He had never felt so happy. Waking up with a beautiful girl in his arms, flushed with an after-sex glow. Her skin was smooth underneath the touch of his fingers, her hair soft as he clutched the back of her head in a gentle grip, keeping her lips to his. It was a perfect way to start the day. Harry and Bella broke the kiss together but Harry wasn’t done. He pressed his mouth to her cheek in a tender kiss, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of her skin on his lips.
“My love…”
Harry heard Bella sigh, her nose pressed against his throat, her arms still around his neck. An embrace emerged, two naked bodies clinging to each other. Bella was due to leave after the show in San Diego the following night but once again, Harry didn’t want her to leave even then. He wanted to spend more than a week with her. It wasn’t enough time to show her how he really felt. Harry buried his face in her hair, holding her close, taking in her smell, which got his heart racing. She was too beautiful to let go. He kissed the side of her neck, her skin shivering from his touch. Bella’s hands ran over his lean shoulders as he released her from his hold. Her pupils were dilated, a ring of hazel shining in the soft morning hue.
“What’s the time?” She asked. Harry reluctantly turned over to face the bedside table. His phone sat on it, lying there as he lifted it up, looking at the screen. The first thing he saw was the time. 9:34. The second thing he saw were the text messages he had received. There were two from Louis and one from Gemma. He didn’t open them. Later. He said to himself.
“It’s just after 9:30.” Harry informed her, turning back around to face his girlfriend. Bella sat up, her locks falling over her shoulders in messy waves. She tugged the sheets up, covering her breasts, her fingers grasping the sheets to keep her nakedness concealed. Harry didn’t understand why. Bella had a beautiful body, one he had the pleasure of touching, kissing and stroking the night before. But because she had just lost her virginity, he understood she still felt a little insecure about being naked. She moved her hair off of her forehead, keeping it out of her eyes, giving Harry a stunning view of her gorgeous face. She has no idea what she does to me…No idea at all. He smiled to himself, propping himself up onto his right forearm. Bella rubbed her eye, letting her left hand fall into her lap. She pulled the sheets back and gasped.
“There’s blood…!”
Harry followed her gaze and indeed, there were red spots on the mattress, dotting over the pure white colour. He looked back at Bella, whose hands were shaking, and her face was full of shock. She looked…scared. Harry took her hands in his and squeezed them tightly.
“It’s OK, Bella. A little bleeding is normal for a woman who has just had sex for the first time.” He informed her. Bella looked at him with anxious eyes.
“So…nothing’s wrong with me?” She asked. Harry smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking his head.
“No, you’re perfect in every way to me.”
His words seemed to calm her down. Her cheeks were still pink and her lips were still a little swollen from his kisses but she never looked more beautiful to Harry,
“OK, I’m going to have a shower and brush my teeth.” Bella said.
She looked at him, an anxious emotion flashing across her eyes. Like she was afraid he was going to leave. Harry reassured her by placing his hand on her knee, which was bared because of the way the bed sheets fell.
“I’m not going anywhere, love. Don’t you worry.” He smirked subtly. Bella smiled back, let go of his hand, and turned around, showing her back to Harry, letting the bed sheets fall back down to the mattress. Harry watched her disappear into the bathroom, turning on the light and shutting the door behind her.
Harry sat up against the headboard, the bed sheets still covering him from the waist down. But he could feel his arousal growing and it wouldn’t take a quick five minutes to go down. He just hoped the others lad wouldn’t tease him for it. But Harry got himself ready, just in case. He took his phone off the charger and logged into it. The first text he opened was his sister’s.
From Gemma: Hey there, little bro! Just checking in. How’s San Diego? Excited for the concert? And how’s Bella? Tell her I said hi :) Mum and Robin send their love and support, and so do I! Love you x
Harry loved his sister. She was one of the three most important women in his life. The other two were his mother and Bella. He smiled when he typed a reply.
From Harry: San Diego’s great, wonderful city. The lads and I are pumped for tomorrow’s show, we’re ready to get back on the road again! Bella’s fine, she’s having a good time here. As I told you, she loved the zoo. She says hi too. Give Mum a big kiss from me and give Robin a hug. I’ll talk to you soon, big sis! Love you too!
Now, Louis… Harry dreaded what his friend’s texts were. He prepared for the worst as he opened the first one.
From Louis: Just letting you know that our sound check is on tomorrow morning at 9am instead of 10am. They changed it last minute, don’t ask me why.
The second one was sent just half-an-hour ago.
From Louis: You missed breakfast, mate. I noticed Bella didn’t turn up at the lounge either. What did you two do?
Harry couldn’t reply with ‘Bella and I had sex’. He knew that. So he decided on something else.
To Louis: We slept in.
He heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He imagined her naked body, covered in clear beads of water. A ‘ping’ from his phone brought him out of his sexual thoughts.
From Louis: Your answer was frustratingly vague. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two spent the night rolling around between the sheets… ;)
Harry’s upper lip curled when he read Louis’ text. He could see his face decorated with a smug little smile. Sometimes, I hate him. His thumbs hovered over the keypad, trying to figure out the best thing to text back. If I reply to him, he’ll know it happened. If I don’t reply to him, he’ll still know it happened. Harry took the chance and sent another text to Louis.
To Louis: That’s personal.
Immediately, there was a response.
From Louis: I knew it! Is your boner content?
To Louis: I’m not going to give you the satisfaction by answering that question.
From Louis: *laughs* You already have.
To Louis: Bugger off, Louis.
From Louis: Hey, you’re the one who keeps texting me!
Harry glared at his phone screen. He shut the screen off and threw his phone on the bed, running his hands through his hair. I don’t text him about his sexual life! Why does he have to know about mine? But that was just Louis. He was a prankster and a joker. He teased all the boys about their sexual activities but he mainly did it to Harry. Is it because I’m the youngest? It was harmless fun but sometimes, it really pissed Harry off.
The sound of cascading water suddenly stopped. He looked at the closed door of the bathroom. Once again, he imagined her wet body, fresh and glorious for his to pleasure. Harry got out of the bed, swinging his long legs over the side. He pulled on a clean pair of black boxers and slipped his rings onto his fingers. As he searched for a pair of pants and a shirt, the bathroom door opened and Bella walked out, a soft white towel tied above her breasts, falling mid-thigh. Her hair was up in a loose bun and droplets of water dotted her shoulders and chest. Harry pulled out his black jeans with holes in the knees, holding them from the waistband. His eyes wandered over his girlfriend’s body, knowing exactly what was underneath the towel. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. She stared down at her body, clutching the towel to her chest, before returning her gaze to Harry.
“What is it?”
“You really don’t know how beautiful you are, Bella. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He smiled. Her face turned pink and she licked her lips, lowering her eyes to the floor. Harry put on his jeans, which perfectly hugged his slim legs, before grabbing a plain dark button-up with short sleeves.
“We missed breakfast with the lads. Want to go the lounge or get room service?” He asked, pulling on the shirt but leaving the buttons open for the time being.
“Are the boys still there in the lounge?”
“I assume so.”
“I’d like to see them. Let’s go there.”
“Alright, love.” But be prepared for smirks and inappropriate comments from someone called Louis Tomlinson. He said in his head.
As Bella got dressed for the day, Harry went back onto his phone and texted Louis.
To Louis: You guys still in the lounge?
Louis replied within ten seconds.
From Louis: Yep. You two coming up now or are you still waiting for your boner to go down?
I fucking hate him. Harry shook his head and sighed.
To Louis: Yeah, we’re coming up. See you soon.
Fortunately, (in Harry’s eyes anyway), Louis didn’t text back.
0*0
Bella's POV
She saw their reflections in the elevator. Harry stood beside her, looking very handsome as usual, his hair long and loose. His fingers touched her hand, threading through her own. She remembered the way his fingers touched her the night before. Skimming over her skin, tracing the outline of her lips, fisting in her hair as they kissed. It had been wonderful. Different…but wonderful. Harry had been so gentle with her, so romantic. I’m not a virgin anymore. Bella imagined losing her virginity to Jacob but after he cheated on her, she couldn’t go through with their relationship any longer. She didn’t necessarily believe in fate or destiny but she had a feeling that Harry was the one man meant to be her first. And Bella was glad. Beyond glad.
The elevator doors opened and they walked out together, her footsteps almost silent on the shiny floor because of her black flats. The band had a private lounge on the top level of the hotel, treating everyone who walked inside to a beautiful view of San Diego. And that’s exactly what greeted Bella when she and Harry walked into the lounge, hand-in-hand.
“Goooood morning, lovebirds!”
“Hi, Louis.” Bella smiled.
He sat at the main table, which was covered with dirty plates that had obviously been used for breakfast, with one of the band’s producers and writers, Julian Brunetta. Bella had met him briefly a few days ago but she got a very friendly vibe off of him. His signature hat was on his head and his dark hair fell across his shoulders. Pieces of paper were scattered across the table and a Mac computer was open. Bella didn’t know what exactly the two men were doing but it was definitely something to do with either the tour or songs on their fifth album. Niall stood by the glass door that led out onto the balcony, which was bathed in sunlight, a cup of coffee in his hand. Liam’s tall body lay across the beige couch, a computer in his lap, and on-ear headphones were on his head. He looked up from the screen with his brown eyes and took the headphones off, letting them dangle around his neck.
“Morning, guys. Good sleep?”
Bella caught the smirk on Harry’s face in the corner of her eye. Bastard… She thought cheekily while she nodded and responded with a “yes” to Liam.
“What are you listening to?” She asked him, letting go of Harry’s hand and walking over to Liam. He moved his legs over the side of the couch and sat properly, his back straight and comfortable, resting against the leather.
“A few recordings for the new album. Want to have a listen?” Liam said with a smile. Bella nodded and took a seat next to him, taking the on-ear headphones he handed to her. She placed them on her head as Liam clicked the ‘Play’ button. An upbeat tune hit her ears and soon, she was moving her head from side-to-side, clicking her fingers. It was after the song finished that Liam told her the song was called Never Enough and one of his favourites so far, same as Niall. Bella said it was really catchy and told Liam that the rest of the album would be just as fantastic and that she was excited for it just like the fans were.
“You know, I’ve never seen Harry so happy. And it’s all because of you, Bells.” Liam stated, returning the headphones around his neck after Bella handed them back to him. Because it was Summer, she wore denim shorts, showing the expanse of her tanned skin. A sleeveless silk blouse the colour of deep green bared her arms, her long hair thrown back in a ponytail, falling down her back. It was a pleasant temperature in the private lounge, beams of sunlight streaming in through the windows. Bella placed her hands on her left knee, her fingers interlocking with each other as she smiled softly. At the mention of Harry, her lower regions tingled with memories of him touching her down there.
“I just want to say thank you. You’ve kept Harry grounded and you’ve softened him up, which we find quite sweet. So thank you.” Liam said, resting back onto the couch, his hands on the sides of the laptop. Bella looked at him with surprised eyes. She didn’t expect him to say such a kind thing. But then again, Liam was an absolute sweetheart and that’s why Bella loved him, as any friend would love a friend.
“Believe me, Liam, there’s no need to say thank you. I consider it a privilege to be with Harry. He keeps me grounded. And all of you guys have been so welcoming to me. I feel like I’m a part of the One Direction family.”
Bella surprised herself with her own confidence. It was no secret she loved being with Harry. She wasn’t in it for the money or the fame. She liked him for who he truly was. A young man who treated her like she was really worth something. Liam placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile that would make Directioner hearts everywhere melt.
“Of course you’re a part of this family, Bells. You always will be.”
His arm circled her shoulders and Bella knew what he was doing. She leaned over and wrapped her arm around him, under his opposite arm, pulling him in for a friendly embrace. Bella considered Liam a friend, an older brother of sorts. Seeing as she already had a sister, she thought of all of Harry’s bandmates as her older brothers. Niall had dubbed her “his little sister” on a number of occasions because for some reason, he was convinced that she and Harry would tie the knot. “I’m only 19! I’m not getting married yet!” That was what she told Niall every single time and he’d retort with the statement: “You never know, love.” Bella rubbed Liam’s back, hugging him tightly. A loud voice, which was Louis’, made Bella release the hug.
“You’re kidding me!”
Both Bella and Liam looked over the back of the couch, their gazes falling upon the four other men who all sat at the table. Louis and Julian hadn’t moved from their spots but Niall was seated next to Julian at the head of the table and Harry sat across from Louis and Julian.
“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed.
“You’re telling me she’d never had…” Louis trailed off. Bella didn’t need any more information to know what Harry and the others were discussing. He told them… And that I am also a virgin. Well, was a virgin. She corrected herself. To her shock, Harry caught her eye and she quickly turned away. Shit! He saw me… She looked at Liam, who looked considerate.
“I’m not going to ask you anything about it, Bells. That’s your business, not mine.” He said, putting the headphones on. At least someone understands the meaning of privacy. Louis bloody doesn’t! Then, Bella thought of her family. They don’t know I’ve had sex with Harry. They don’t know I’ve lost my virginity to Harry Styles. Ashley…what’s she going to say? My mum? My dad? She wanted to call them but it was the early hours of the morning back in Sydney. Guess I’ll have to wait until tonight… She sighed. Bella looked back at the table to see Harry talking with Julian and Louis about the album while Niall sipped his coffee. Harry looked at her again but she didn’t turn away this time. There was something sad in his eyes. Something nervous. Bella wondered why. Why is he nervous? Little did she know that the answer to her question would be revealed soon.
0*0
“Harry?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
God, every time he calls me that…my heart goes nuts! And she knew Harry knew that too. Cheeky…
“Why did you look so…anxious back in the lounge?” She asked. Bella knew something was up. She remembered the same sadness flashing across Liam’s face as she and Harry left the lounge ten minutes ago. They were back in Bella’s hotel room, the bed in which they made love all night. There was no evidence of it happening apart from the memories seared in their minds. Brilliant memories.
Harry sighed and collapsed down on the end of the bed, crossing his ankles over. Bella stood a couple of feet away from him, her feet rooted to the floor. She had never him look so uncertain. It was a new side to Harry that surfaced. But it wasn’t one she liked. Bella didn’t want to be scared. Or nervous. Or uncertain. About anything.
“Harry…please tell me what’s wrong.” She begged.
“Nothing’s…wrong.”
“But something’s up. You know you can tell me anything.”
Harry raised his green eyes to hers, his lips pressed together. He reached out his arm, asking for her hand. She took his hand and he pulled her a little closer. Bella looked down at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
“You’re leaving tomorrow night after the show.”
“Yes, I am.” Bella nodded.
“But…I don’t want you to.”
What? I think I’m having déjà vu. This happened when I had to leave London and he asked me to stay for longer. Bella sighed and gripped his hand gently.
“I have to, Harry. You’re resuming your tour. I can’t go with you.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.” Harry stated.
“Pardon?!” She gaped, her eyes wide. He gripped her hand tightly and brought it up to his lips, kissing her fingers. Shivers ran down her spine but she ignored them. Her head exploded. This isn’t happening… Harry placed her palm against his cheek, resting his hand on top of hers as the colour of his eyes flooded her mind.
“I would love it if you came on tour with me.” He said, as if it was the most simplest thing in the world. He’s offering this? Why? Bella wanted to leap into it with a huge “yes” but she needed to think. What use am I if I go with him? Support? He’s already got that! Why does he need me? Why does he want me to come? She was at a loss for words and her mind was the equivalent of a tornado. It was only the pressure of Harry’s hand on hers that made her look at him.
“You’re shocked.” He smiled, taking her hand off his cheek but keeping a hold of it in his own, the touch of his rings cool against her skin.
“Of course I am! What…? Why? I mean, why do you want me to come?”
“Because I can’t stand you leaving again. This is a long leg and there’ll hardly be any time for me to see you until September. But…if you come with me for a little bit, I can spend more time with you.”
“Time?! Time, Harry? What time do you have for me when you’re on tour? There is no time!” Bella gasped.
“I always make time for my special girl.” He smiled again, kissing her palm. She felt out of place. She didn’t know what to think or say. She knew it would be an incredible experience. And better yet, she would get to do it with Harry. I don’t even know where he’s going. Not every country at least. Another question entered her mind, passing her lips.
“For how long?”
“Well, obviously not for the whole leg. Maybe a month? You decide.” Harry suggested. A month?! I can’t just drop everything and travel around North America for a month? Her thoughts were heard because of her facial expression. Shock washed over her face like a cascade of water. But if I go back to Australia, I probably won’t see him until September. I don’t think I can wait that long. Not again. Because her feelings for Harry had deepened, especially since last night, she didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to stare at his handsome face every morning and feel the pressure of his mouth on hers as much as possible. Realisation flooded her mind as her boyfriend’s fingers locked around her hand.
“But that’s not the reason you were nervous back in the lounge, was it?” She asked. Sometimes, I can see right through him. Bella knew that he wasn’t nervous about asking her to come on tour with him. He wasn’t nervous when he asked her to stay with him in London for longer. Something else was on his mind and she wished to know what it was.
“No, it wasn’t.” Harry shook his head. Bella bit her lip and laid her free hand on his shoulder, a few strands of his hair falling over her fingers. His eyes had never looked so beautiful in that moment. A fragile green, complementing the colour of his skin. There was a pregnant silence as Bella awaited for Harry’s voice again. And the next sentence he said shocked her more than anything.
“The boys and I…We’re…going on a hiatus next year.”
Want to wake up and see your face
And remember how good it was being here last night
Still high with a little feeling
I see the smile as it starts to creep in
It was there, I saw it in your eyes
‘Home’ – One Direction
Harry's POV
The room smelt of sex. It was the first thing he registered when he woke up. A warmth was pressed up against him, hot skin touching. Harry opened his eyes and blinked to adjust his vision. The person who was warm swam into view, a tanned body with glorious brown waves of hair cascading over her shoulders. His lips were millimetres away from her forehead. He could hear the sound of her breathing, one hand balled up to her chest and the other rested over his beating heart. Her body moved in his arms as she slept, moving her head slightly. Harry held her close as his eyes fully opened. His gaze shifted across his shoulder and the sight that greeted him made him smirk.
The bed sheets were a mess, strewn across the mattress. The sheets covered only the bottom half of their bodies, the white cotton wrapped around his girlfriend’s slim legs. So it really did happen… He thought. When Bella told him she was a virgin, Harry was surprised. How can a young woman as beautiful as her still be a virgin? He had asked himself. But in a way, he was glad. It meant that he was the man who had the pleasure of being her first. He remembered the way she trembled as he kissed her. How she shivered when he touched her in the most intimate of places. But she had relaxed into it, letting herself fall into his romantic embrace.
Harry suddenly felt Bella stir in his arms. He looked down at her, the edge of his mouth resting against her warm forehead. He heard her groan groggily as she slowly awakened. Her legs were intertwined with Harry’s, the fiery contact of their skin, which had been a scorching fire last night, had become a few embers, still burning. Harry had never felt so happy waking up after sex. The 19-year-old in his arms was all he wanted and all he needed. The pleasure he had felt making love to Bella was wonderful. There was desire but there was also a sweet romance. Slow and beautiful. Just the way both of them wanted it to be. And it was.
“Mmmmm…” She moaned, her head moving as she stirred, waking up to a new day. His hands were splayed out on her back, tracing the length of her spine. Harry pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling her hand press harder against his chest.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered softly. Bella raised her eyes and Harry looked into those two sparkling pools of deep hazel. Because his face was so close to hers, he could see the green in her irises. A different shade of green than his own but just as engaging. For a moment, it looked like Bella had no idea where she was. She looked down at Harry’s chest, her gaze making a route down his body to the messy bed sheets, the dark curtains in the room drawn over the window, blocking out the sun.
“Are you OK?” Harry asked.
Her eyes came back to his. Her cheeks were flushed with a glow that only came after having sex. Her lips were a little swollen. My fault… Harry said in his head. Bella nodded, looking down at his chest, where her hand was.
“Was I…How did I…do?”
Shock. That was the emotion Harry felt. He couldn’t believe the question had even been in her mind, let alone her asking it. He placed his left hand against her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. Her eyelashes ghosted underneath her eyes, avoiding eye contact, but Harry smiled when Bella leaned into his touch, her cheek resting against his smooth palm. He wasn’t interested in her naked body at this moment. All he looked at was her face, which was turning pink. In his arms, she was fragile. As delicate as a crystal. In Harry’s eyes, she shone just as bright as one too. He kissed her forehead again, tucking his fingers underneath her chin, titling her head up to look at him.
“You were amazing, love. And don’t worry about how I feel. What about you? What was it like for you?” She was the virgin, not me. She’s more important. He traced the curve of her top lip with his thumb, moving to her bottom lip to gently pull it down. Bella stared at him. She looked mesmerised. At first, she couldn’t even look at him. Now, her eyes were locked to his. Her lips remained parted as she answered his question in her soft voice.
“I feel…different…”
“That’s understandable. It didn’t hurt, did it?” Harry asked. Bella shook her head.
“No, not a lot. It just felt…different. In a good way, though.” A small smile spread across her lips, reaching her eyes. Harry saw it and he smiled in return. He placed his hand behind her head, his fingers twisting in her tangled hair. His gaze was on Bella and only Bella. He leaned down, the tip of his nose touching hers. Her eyes began to close and it was right then when Harry knew she wanted him to. As soon as his lips touched hers, his heart rate picked up as he closed his eyes, cherishing the softness of her lips pressed against his own. Memories from the night before flashed in his mind. A series of breathless kisses, fingers touching, stroking and caressing, arms staying in locked positions, two bodies becoming one in the union of sex.
Bella’s hands moved up his neck to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, shifting her body up to kiss him back. She infected him like a drug. He was addicted to her and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. His member became stimulated from her touch, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing up against his chest. Harry chuckled and deepened the kiss, locking his legs with Bella’s. He had never felt so happy. Waking up with a beautiful girl in his arms, flushed with an after-sex glow. Her skin was smooth underneath the touch of his fingers, her hair soft as he clutched the back of her head in a gentle grip, keeping her lips to his. It was a perfect way to start the day. Harry and Bella broke the kiss together but Harry wasn’t done. He pressed his mouth to her cheek in a tender kiss, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of her skin on his lips.
“My love…”
Harry heard Bella sigh, her nose pressed against his throat, her arms still around his neck. An embrace emerged, two naked bodies clinging to each other. Bella was due to leave after the show in San Diego the following night but once again, Harry didn’t want her to leave even then. He wanted to spend more than a week with her. It wasn’t enough time to show her how he really felt. Harry buried his face in her hair, holding her close, taking in her smell, which got his heart racing. She was too beautiful to let go. He kissed the side of her neck, her skin shivering from his touch. Bella’s hands ran over his lean shoulders as he released her from his hold. Her pupils were dilated, a ring of hazel shining in the soft morning hue.
“What’s the time?” She asked. Harry reluctantly turned over to face the bedside table. His phone sat on it, lying there as he lifted it up, looking at the screen. The first thing he saw was the time. 9:34. The second thing he saw were the text messages he had received. There were two from Louis and one from Gemma. He didn’t open them. Later. He said to himself.
“It’s just after 9:30.” Harry informed her, turning back around to face his girlfriend. Bella sat up, her locks falling over her shoulders in messy waves. She tugged the sheets up, covering her breasts, her fingers grasping the sheets to keep her nakedness concealed. Harry didn’t understand why. Bella had a beautiful body, one he had the pleasure of touching, kissing and stroking the night before. But because she had just lost her virginity, he understood she still felt a little insecure about being naked. She moved her hair off of her forehead, keeping it out of her eyes, giving Harry a stunning view of her gorgeous face. She has no idea what she does to me…No idea at all. He smiled to himself, propping himself up onto his right forearm. Bella rubbed her eye, letting her left hand fall into her lap. She pulled the sheets back and gasped.
“There’s blood…!”
Harry followed her gaze and indeed, there were red spots on the mattress, dotting over the pure white colour. He looked back at Bella, whose hands were shaking, and her face was full of shock. She looked…scared. Harry took her hands in his and squeezed them tightly.
“It’s OK, Bella. A little bleeding is normal for a woman who has just had sex for the first time.” He informed her. Bella looked at him with anxious eyes.
“So…nothing’s wrong with me?” She asked. Harry smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking his head.
“No, you’re perfect in every way to me.”
His words seemed to calm her down. Her cheeks were still pink and her lips were still a little swollen from his kisses but she never looked more beautiful to Harry,
“OK, I’m going to have a shower and brush my teeth.” Bella said.
She looked at him, an anxious emotion flashing across her eyes. Like she was afraid he was going to leave. Harry reassured her by placing his hand on her knee, which was bared because of the way the bed sheets fell.
“I’m not going anywhere, love. Don’t you worry.” He smirked subtly. Bella smiled back, let go of his hand, and turned around, showing her back to Harry, letting the bed sheets fall back down to the mattress. Harry watched her disappear into the bathroom, turning on the light and shutting the door behind her.
Harry sat up against the headboard, the bed sheets still covering him from the waist down. But he could feel his arousal growing and it wouldn’t take a quick five minutes to go down. He just hoped the others lad wouldn’t tease him for it. But Harry got himself ready, just in case. He took his phone off the charger and logged into it. The first text he opened was his sister’s.
From Gemma: Hey there, little bro! Just checking in. How’s San Diego? Excited for the concert? And how’s Bella? Tell her I said hi :) Mum and Robin send their love and support, and so do I! Love you x
Harry loved his sister. She was one of the three most important women in his life. The other two were his mother and Bella. He smiled when he typed a reply.
From Harry: San Diego’s great, wonderful city. The lads and I are pumped for tomorrow’s show, we’re ready to get back on the road again! Bella’s fine, she’s having a good time here. As I told you, she loved the zoo. She says hi too. Give Mum a big kiss from me and give Robin a hug. I’ll talk to you soon, big sis! Love you too!
Now, Louis… Harry dreaded what his friend’s texts were. He prepared for the worst as he opened the first one.
From Louis: Just letting you know that our sound check is on tomorrow morning at 9am instead of 10am. They changed it last minute, don’t ask me why.
The second one was sent just half-an-hour ago.
From Louis: You missed breakfast, mate. I noticed Bella didn’t turn up at the lounge either. What did you two do?
Harry couldn’t reply with ‘Bella and I had sex’. He knew that. So he decided on something else.
To Louis: We slept in.
He heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He imagined her naked body, covered in clear beads of water. A ‘ping’ from his phone brought him out of his sexual thoughts.
From Louis: Your answer was frustratingly vague. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two spent the night rolling around between the sheets… ;)
Harry’s upper lip curled when he read Louis’ text. He could see his face decorated with a smug little smile. Sometimes, I hate him. His thumbs hovered over the keypad, trying to figure out the best thing to text back. If I reply to him, he’ll know it happened. If I don’t reply to him, he’ll still know it happened. Harry took the chance and sent another text to Louis.
To Louis: That’s personal.
Immediately, there was a response.
From Louis: I knew it! Is your boner content?
To Louis: I’m not going to give you the satisfaction by answering that question.
From Louis: *laughs* You already have.
To Louis: Bugger off, Louis.
From Louis: Hey, you’re the one who keeps texting me!
Harry glared at his phone screen. He shut the screen off and threw his phone on the bed, running his hands through his hair. I don’t text him about his sexual life! Why does he have to know about mine? But that was just Louis. He was a prankster and a joker. He teased all the boys about their sexual activities but he mainly did it to Harry. Is it because I’m the youngest? It was harmless fun but sometimes, it really pissed Harry off.
The sound of cascading water suddenly stopped. He looked at the closed door of the bathroom. Once again, he imagined her wet body, fresh and glorious for his to pleasure. Harry got out of the bed, swinging his long legs over the side. He pulled on a clean pair of black boxers and slipped his rings onto his fingers. As he searched for a pair of pants and a shirt, the bathroom door opened and Bella walked out, a soft white towel tied above her breasts, falling mid-thigh. Her hair was up in a loose bun and droplets of water dotted her shoulders and chest. Harry pulled out his black jeans with holes in the knees, holding them from the waistband. His eyes wandered over his girlfriend’s body, knowing exactly what was underneath the towel. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. She stared down at her body, clutching the towel to her chest, before returning her gaze to Harry.
“What is it?”
“You really don’t know how beautiful you are, Bella. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He smiled. Her face turned pink and she licked her lips, lowering her eyes to the floor. Harry put on his jeans, which perfectly hugged his slim legs, before grabbing a plain dark button-up with short sleeves.
“We missed breakfast with the lads. Want to go the lounge or get room service?” He asked, pulling on the shirt but leaving the buttons open for the time being.
“Are the boys still there in the lounge?”
“I assume so.”
“I’d like to see them. Let’s go there.”
“Alright, love.” But be prepared for smirks and inappropriate comments from someone called Louis Tomlinson. He said in his head.
As Bella got dressed for the day, Harry went back onto his phone and texted Louis.
To Louis: You guys still in the lounge?
Louis replied within ten seconds.
From Louis: Yep. You two coming up now or are you still waiting for your boner to go down?
I fucking hate him. Harry shook his head and sighed.
To Louis: Yeah, we’re coming up. See you soon.
Fortunately, (in Harry’s eyes anyway), Louis didn’t text back.
0*0
Bella's POV
She saw their reflections in the elevator. Harry stood beside her, looking very handsome as usual, his hair long and loose. His fingers touched her hand, threading through her own. She remembered the way his fingers touched her the night before. Skimming over her skin, tracing the outline of her lips, fisting in her hair as they kissed. It had been wonderful. Different…but wonderful. Harry had been so gentle with her, so romantic. I’m not a virgin anymore. Bella imagined losing her virginity to Jacob but after he cheated on her, she couldn’t go through with their relationship any longer. She didn’t necessarily believe in fate or destiny but she had a feeling that Harry was the one man meant to be her first. And Bella was glad. Beyond glad.
The elevator doors opened and they walked out together, her footsteps almost silent on the shiny floor because of her black flats. The band had a private lounge on the top level of the hotel, treating everyone who walked inside to a beautiful view of San Diego. And that’s exactly what greeted Bella when she and Harry walked into the lounge, hand-in-hand.
“Goooood morning, lovebirds!”
“Hi, Louis.” Bella smiled.
He sat at the main table, which was covered with dirty plates that had obviously been used for breakfast, with one of the band’s producers and writers, Julian Brunetta. Bella had met him briefly a few days ago but she got a very friendly vibe off of him. His signature hat was on his head and his dark hair fell across his shoulders. Pieces of paper were scattered across the table and a Mac computer was open. Bella didn’t know what exactly the two men were doing but it was definitely something to do with either the tour or songs on their fifth album. Niall stood by the glass door that led out onto the balcony, which was bathed in sunlight, a cup of coffee in his hand. Liam’s tall body lay across the beige couch, a computer in his lap, and on-ear headphones were on his head. He looked up from the screen with his brown eyes and took the headphones off, letting them dangle around his neck.
“Morning, guys. Good sleep?”
Bella caught the smirk on Harry’s face in the corner of her eye. Bastard… She thought cheekily while she nodded and responded with a “yes” to Liam.
“What are you listening to?” She asked him, letting go of Harry’s hand and walking over to Liam. He moved his legs over the side of the couch and sat properly, his back straight and comfortable, resting against the leather.
“A few recordings for the new album. Want to have a listen?” Liam said with a smile. Bella nodded and took a seat next to him, taking the on-ear headphones he handed to her. She placed them on her head as Liam clicked the ‘Play’ button. An upbeat tune hit her ears and soon, she was moving her head from side-to-side, clicking her fingers. It was after the song finished that Liam told her the song was called Never Enough and one of his favourites so far, same as Niall. Bella said it was really catchy and told Liam that the rest of the album would be just as fantastic and that she was excited for it just like the fans were.
“You know, I’ve never seen Harry so happy. And it’s all because of you, Bells.” Liam stated, returning the headphones around his neck after Bella handed them back to him. Because it was Summer, she wore denim shorts, showing the expanse of her tanned skin. A sleeveless silk blouse the colour of deep green bared her arms, her long hair thrown back in a ponytail, falling down her back. It was a pleasant temperature in the private lounge, beams of sunlight streaming in through the windows. Bella placed her hands on her left knee, her fingers interlocking with each other as she smiled softly. At the mention of Harry, her lower regions tingled with memories of him touching her down there.
“I just want to say thank you. You’ve kept Harry grounded and you’ve softened him up, which we find quite sweet. So thank you.” Liam said, resting back onto the couch, his hands on the sides of the laptop. Bella looked at him with surprised eyes. She didn’t expect him to say such a kind thing. But then again, Liam was an absolute sweetheart and that’s why Bella loved him, as any friend would love a friend.
“Believe me, Liam, there’s no need to say thank you. I consider it a privilege to be with Harry. He keeps me grounded. And all of you guys have been so welcoming to me. I feel like I’m a part of the One Direction family.”
Bella surprised herself with her own confidence. It was no secret she loved being with Harry. She wasn’t in it for the money or the fame. She liked him for who he truly was. A young man who treated her like she was really worth something. Liam placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile that would make Directioner hearts everywhere melt.
“Of course you’re a part of this family, Bells. You always will be.”
His arm circled her shoulders and Bella knew what he was doing. She leaned over and wrapped her arm around him, under his opposite arm, pulling him in for a friendly embrace. Bella considered Liam a friend, an older brother of sorts. Seeing as she already had a sister, she thought of all of Harry’s bandmates as her older brothers. Niall had dubbed her “his little sister” on a number of occasions because for some reason, he was convinced that she and Harry would tie the knot. “I’m only 19! I’m not getting married yet!” That was what she told Niall every single time and he’d retort with the statement: “You never know, love.” Bella rubbed Liam’s back, hugging him tightly. A loud voice, which was Louis’, made Bella release the hug.
“You’re kidding me!”
Both Bella and Liam looked over the back of the couch, their gazes falling upon the four other men who all sat at the table. Louis and Julian hadn’t moved from their spots but Niall was seated next to Julian at the head of the table and Harry sat across from Louis and Julian.
“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed.
“You’re telling me she’d never had…” Louis trailed off. Bella didn’t need any more information to know what Harry and the others were discussing. He told them… And that I am also a virgin. Well, was a virgin. She corrected herself. To her shock, Harry caught her eye and she quickly turned away. Shit! He saw me… She looked at Liam, who looked considerate.
“I’m not going to ask you anything about it, Bells. That’s your business, not mine.” He said, putting the headphones on. At least someone understands the meaning of privacy. Louis bloody doesn’t! Then, Bella thought of her family. They don’t know I’ve had sex with Harry. They don’t know I’ve lost my virginity to Harry Styles. Ashley…what’s she going to say? My mum? My dad? She wanted to call them but it was the early hours of the morning back in Sydney. Guess I’ll have to wait until tonight… She sighed. Bella looked back at the table to see Harry talking with Julian and Louis about the album while Niall sipped his coffee. Harry looked at her again but she didn’t turn away this time. There was something sad in his eyes. Something nervous. Bella wondered why. Why is he nervous? Little did she know that the answer to her question would be revealed soon.
0*0
“Harry?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
God, every time he calls me that…my heart goes nuts! And she knew Harry knew that too. Cheeky…
“Why did you look so…anxious back in the lounge?” She asked. Bella knew something was up. She remembered the same sadness flashing across Liam’s face as she and Harry left the lounge ten minutes ago. They were back in Bella’s hotel room, the bed in which they made love all night. There was no evidence of it happening apart from the memories seared in their minds. Brilliant memories.
Harry sighed and collapsed down on the end of the bed, crossing his ankles over. Bella stood a couple of feet away from him, her feet rooted to the floor. She had never him look so uncertain. It was a new side to Harry that surfaced. But it wasn’t one she liked. Bella didn’t want to be scared. Or nervous. Or uncertain. About anything.
“Harry…please tell me what’s wrong.” She begged.
“Nothing’s…wrong.”
“But something’s up. You know you can tell me anything.”
Harry raised his green eyes to hers, his lips pressed together. He reached out his arm, asking for her hand. She took his hand and he pulled her a little closer. Bella looked down at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
“You’re leaving tomorrow night after the show.”
“Yes, I am.” Bella nodded.
“But…I don’t want you to.”
What? I think I’m having déjà vu. This happened when I had to leave London and he asked me to stay for longer. Bella sighed and gripped his hand gently.
“I have to, Harry. You’re resuming your tour. I can’t go with you.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.” Harry stated.
“Pardon?!” She gaped, her eyes wide. He gripped her hand tightly and brought it up to his lips, kissing her fingers. Shivers ran down her spine but she ignored them. Her head exploded. This isn’t happening… Harry placed her palm against his cheek, resting his hand on top of hers as the colour of his eyes flooded her mind.
“I would love it if you came on tour with me.” He said, as if it was the most simplest thing in the world. He’s offering this? Why? Bella wanted to leap into it with a huge “yes” but she needed to think. What use am I if I go with him? Support? He’s already got that! Why does he need me? Why does he want me to come? She was at a loss for words and her mind was the equivalent of a tornado. It was only the pressure of Harry’s hand on hers that made her look at him.
“You’re shocked.” He smiled, taking her hand off his cheek but keeping a hold of it in his own, the touch of his rings cool against her skin.
“Of course I am! What…? Why? I mean, why do you want me to come?”
“Because I can’t stand you leaving again. This is a long leg and there’ll hardly be any time for me to see you until September. But…if you come with me for a little bit, I can spend more time with you.”
“Time?! Time, Harry? What time do you have for me when you’re on tour? There is no time!” Bella gasped.
“I always make time for my special girl.” He smiled again, kissing her palm. She felt out of place. She didn’t know what to think or say. She knew it would be an incredible experience. And better yet, she would get to do it with Harry. I don’t even know where he’s going. Not every country at least. Another question entered her mind, passing her lips.
“For how long?”
“Well, obviously not for the whole leg. Maybe a month? You decide.” Harry suggested. A month?! I can’t just drop everything and travel around North America for a month? Her thoughts were heard because of her facial expression. Shock washed over her face like a cascade of water. But if I go back to Australia, I probably won’t see him until September. I don’t think I can wait that long. Not again. Because her feelings for Harry had deepened, especially since last night, she didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to stare at his handsome face every morning and feel the pressure of his mouth on hers as much as possible. Realisation flooded her mind as her boyfriend’s fingers locked around her hand.
“But that’s not the reason you were nervous back in the lounge, was it?” She asked. Sometimes, I can see right through him. Bella knew that he wasn’t nervous about asking her to come on tour with him. He wasn’t nervous when he asked her to stay with him in London for longer. Something else was on his mind and she wished to know what it was.
“No, it wasn’t.” Harry shook his head. Bella bit her lip and laid her free hand on his shoulder, a few strands of his hair falling over her fingers. His eyes had never looked so beautiful in that moment. A fragile green, complementing the colour of his skin. There was a pregnant silence as Bella awaited for Harry’s voice again. And the next sentence he said shocked her more than anything.
“The boys and I…We’re…going on a hiatus next year.”
Notes
A bit of backstory about the hiatus: At the 1D London Session, Louis said they decided to go on a hiatus about 4 or 5 months prior to the Session which was in November. So 4-5 months before would be June and July. I wanted to be as accurate as possible because I knew I’d get roasted by fans if I stuffed everything up.
P.S. If you ship/adore Lilo (like me), please watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSRN9WRbGpk It is so funny and beautiful! XD
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