Always
Rehearshals - Week 5: Part 1
Kaylie's POV
Tuesday, 18th October
It had been one week.
Seven days.
168 hours.
Since that day.
Since that wonderful night of passionate first-time lovemaking.
I wanted to make love again. I wanted to feel his body melt into mine, his arms holding my naked body close as he loved me with his mouth. I hadn't touched myself for one sole reason. Because I wanted Harry to touch me. I wanted him to be the one to pleasure me, send me to the edge, make me reach my peak. I wanted to feel thet desire again. Hear him sigh my name, pant as he pounded in and out of me, grunt as he reached his orgasm. I wanted to run my fingers through his sweaty curls and kissed his warm pink lips, rub my skin against his. I just wanted to make love with the man I loved. Is that really too much to ask?
After my fainting incident on Sunday night, I had decided to take Monday and today off. My parents agreed and fortunately, so had my school teachers. I had a rehearsal this afternoon anyway so I had the morning to prepare myself for a new week. Yes, I had gotten through to Week 5 but the stress had only increased. Harry had always informed me that this week, I didn't have to perform one song. I had to perform two. So it was the double the pressure. Can I handle it? I really hoped that I could and that Harry would be there to help me, not just as my lover and boyfriend, but as my mentor.
I was alone in the house this morning. My parents were at work as was Michael. Connor was at university and Reece was at school. I had the entire place to myself which was so freeing and nice, I didn't have three brothers crowding around me, teasing me for details about my relationship with Harry. Where is a sister when I need one? Lounging about on the couch, dressed in casual clothes, fllipping the TV channels was a great way to spend my morning, trying to relax and lower my stress level. I rested my free hand next to my left leg, on the couch, running my fingers over my soft material. This furniture held a memory now. A memory that I would remember and treasure forever.
"Harry, I've fallen so madly in love with you. I love you. I love you with everything that I am, with my whole heart. And I just wanted you to kn-" His lips were on mine before I could say anything else.
I brought my fingers to my lips, the sensation of his kiss still tingly as he infected me with his hot poison. His arms around my waist and my arms around his neck, turning the couch to our place of love.
"Oh, Kaylie, I love you so much. I love you, angel." He whispered before kissing me again.
The way he kissed me, touched me, held me... Never had I imagined that a guy would ever like me, even love me, enough to do what Harry did to me that night. My thoughts were full of Harry and the look in his emerald eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. I shut the TV off and dropped the remote onto the coffee table, my eyes locked to the place on the couch where Harry pushed me down, his body hovering over mine as he kissed me.
"You've made me so happy by saying that, angel. Now, you'll forever be mine." A smirk tugged at his lips and in that moment, I knew what I wanted to do.
The unfastening of my shirt buttons and the opening of his ones too, bare skin finally touching one another. His hard member grazing my thigh ever so gently. I knew he needed me as much as I needed him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Your bedroom. Now." He growled against my mouth, his voice deep and laced with sex.
I remembered clinging to his torso, my legs hooked around his waist and my hands in his hair, as we made our way to the staircase. I got up from the couch and retraced Harry's footsteps, laying my hand on the wooden railing as I ascended the stairs. I remembered his mouth leaving soft kisses over my cleveage, all the way up to my neck, my breathing getting heavier as he stroked the bare skin of my back with his slender fingers. I remembered how aroused I was, how my legs were turning to jelly when our lips returned to each other's, slick tongues tangling together.
I walked into my bedroom and stared straight at my neatly-made bed. But the image in my head didn't involve a neatly-made bed. In my mind, the sheets were strewn about everywhere, the mattress rumpled and the pillows engraved with hand prints. Smooth limbs locked around sweaty bodies and fingers fisted in messy hair, kissing sounds filling the room late at night, with moonlight streaming through the curtains. He had loved me gently and made sure that I was OK the whole way through. His warm breath on my skin as he left butterfly kisses on my inner thighs, caressing my heaving breasts as I sucked in quick breaths.
"There it is. That's it, angel." Harry murmured when I reached my peak of pleasure.
I rested my hand over my heart and licked my lips, wondering if Harry replayed the night in his head like I did. I crawled on the bed and lay down on my side, resting my hand in the spot where Harry was that night. Lying in our post-coital bliss, the beat of my heart still pounding hard against my ribcage.
"I'm so happy." I smiled down at me as joyful tears sprung in my eyes.
I had never been happier than I had been on that night. Being in the arms of the man I loved, who loved me back, the bed complete evidence of our sexual activity.
"I am too. I love you so much." He responded with a whisper after giving me another kiss.
He must have given me at least 200 kisses in the space of almost five hours. I didn't care if my lips went numb. I would gladly kiss Harry forever if it meant that I would be happy. The man had a pair of lips that were meant to be kissed for as long as possible. His lips drove me crazy. How he kissed me with them, licked them, bit down on them.
"Oh, Harry..." I said to myself under my breath. It had been the best night of my life. After 18 years, I finally had a true reason for being and living. And the reason was Harry Styles.
I rolled over and opened the bottom drawer of my bedside table. No-one ever opened it apart from me because my family assumed it was empty. And it always had been until a week ago. I smiled as I extracted the pink polka dot shirt from its hiding places, not a crinkle or a crease in the fabric. I never risked putting it on in the fear that it would lose Harry's smell. I brought the shirt to my nose and inhaled. Ah, perfect... His cologne still clung to the shirt. The scent of my mentor, boyfriend and lover was still there and it send my heart racing. In truth, I didn't know why I still had Harry's shirt. He never asked for it and he said I could keep it but I knew that the item of clothing in my hands was worth a lot of money. I clutched the shirt to my chest and looked up at the ceiling, an image of Harry smiling down at me, his curls shrouded in a golden light, making his eyes glow a bright glittering green.
"Oh, babe, my angel... You like my shirt, don't you? The image of Harry said to me.
Babe? Harry had never called me "babe". It was either "angel" or "my love". The word "babe" had never been uttered from him to me before. But I liked it. A lot. And yes, I did like his shirt. I loved it. Only Harry could rock a flowing pink polka dot shirt. As much as I loved it, it wasn't mine. He deserved to have it back. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found him. I rested my back against the headboard of my bed, my fingers typing away.
To Harry: I've still got your shirt x
I waited for about a minute before I got a reply.
From Harry: I'm well aware of that, angel x
To Harry: Don't you want it back? x
From Harry: I told you that you could keep it x
To Harry: But it's yours x
From Harry: Not anymore. I bet it looks even better on you, my love ;) x
A deep blush crept over my fair cheeks as I bit my lip, pressing my nose into the shirt again, his smell invading my body.
To Harry: I haven't put it on, Harry x
From Harry: Really? Why not? x
To Harry: Because it smells like you x
From Harry: Does it now, angel? x
To Harry: Yes, and I'm afraid that if I wear it, it won't smell like you anymore x
I didn't want his beautiful expensive shirt to smell like me. I loved the smell of him, the scent of his cologne, how it stayed strong on his clothes and seeped into his neck. He always smelled so good, way better than me. His Tom Ford cologne mixed with his natural musk drop me to the edge, lighting a burning fire deep inside of me. I realised that smelling his shirt made me want him so badly, as this was the shirt he had worn the night we made love.
To Harry: Your shirt... it makes me want you x
From Harry: Want me? x
To Harry: Harry, I miss the way you touched me that night, how you held me, how you kissed me. I want you the way I wanted you last Tuesday x
From Harry: Oh, Kaylie, I want you too. I replay that night in my head all the time. You felt amazing in my arms. It won't be the last time we do that, angel. I promise you x
To Harry: But when, Harry? I miss the pleasure already x
From Harry: Wow, you're eager x
To Harry: You can't blame me. You're fucking hot x
I pressed Send without a second thought. I mean, it's the truth.
From Harry: Am I? x
To Harry: Yes, for God's sake, Harry! Do you have any idea how attractive you are? You drive me crazy x
I quickly sent more texts before he could respond to the first one.
To Harry: I want to feel your lips on mine x
To Harry: I want to dig my fingernails into your back while you love me with your body x
To Harry: I just want you, Harry x
I waited for a response, flushed from my texts. What am I doing? Why am I being dirty? I had always been so innocent but maybe having sex had changed me a little bit. There was a 'ping', alerting me that I had received a new text.
From Harry: Fuck, I'm calling you x
I didn't have a chance to text back because my phone began to ring, Harry's name flashing on the screen. I accepted the call with a smile.
"Hey." I said.
Holy mother, Kaylie. What's happened to my innocent angel? Harry's voice echoed in my ear. I wrapped my fingers around the pink shirt, the fabric soft on my skin.
"She's gone, handsome."
I'm going to miss her. But I love this new Kaylie.
I could sense that he was smiling, the beautiful man.
"Do you?"
Yes, absolutely.
"Want to take this new Kaylie to bed?" I asked seductively.
Oh, yes, that's exactly what I want to do. Harry snarled with lust and I giggled softly, my cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink, matching the colour of my mentor's shirt.
Love that giggle too, angel.
I giggled again just to tease him.
You're lucky I'm not doing a rehearsal right now, Kaylie.
"You at home then?"
Yes but you're making it increasingly difficult for me not to drive over to your house right now.
"I wish you could." I sighed. I wanted him to come over to my house again and, not only have sex, but just talk like normal couples did, without the stress or risk of being pulled away from each other.
Me too but if I came over, neither of us would make it to rehearsal.
"Really? Would we be doing what I want us to be doing?" I asked cheekily.
Yes, for hours.
Hours? God, I don't doubt that... The thought of making love for hours with Harry sounded like the perfect paradise. I much rather wanted to do that than go to rehearsals. What sounds more appealing? - singing songs for three hours straight without being able to kiss the love of my life or making love with him for more than three hours. The latter sounded better to me.
"Can't we just rehearse another day?" I questioned.
Unfortunately, we must rehearse today. It'll look suspicious if neither of us turn up.
"You're right. I shouldn't have asked." I lowered my head and rubbed the back of my neck.
But...
My ears pricked up and my eyes went wide.
"But?"
If you work extremely hard today, you might get lucky tonight.
My mouth fell open. A treat for working hard. It would be special, like a week anniversary since the last, basically first, time we did it. It sounded perfect but there was one problem.
"Tonight? My whole family will be home."
They know about us, right?
"Yes. But only my mother knows that we've, you know, done it." I answered.
Can you, I don't know, get rid for them for the night?
"I can't just kick my family out of their own house, Harry!"
Can you lie?
"Lie?"
Say that I'm coming around to help you with one of the songs and we need some privacy.
"We have a rehearsal today and they know that."
Kaylie, you're the one who wants to have me again and believe me, I want you too. Just one night, angel. Just tonight.
"My family will stick their noses in, especially my brothers. I don't know, Harry..." I sighed.
Please? For me? Please, I love you.
His words pierced my heart like a thousand razor-sharp daggers, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I ran my fingers across the bed sheets, thinking about tonight, how we could be making love again in this very bed. I want that...so much. And Harry does too. I want Harry...tonight. I had already made my decision before I even called him. I knew what my answer was.
"Because I love you too, I'll get my family out for a few hours."
Oh, Kaylie, another magical night awaits us both tonight. He whispered softly, making my toes curl.
"I can't wait. See you this afternoon, handsome."
Bye, angel.
And that ended our call.
I already felt tingly. I would have Harry for the second time and he would have me again. I would get to feel that pleasure again with the man I desired. But one question loomed over my head. How the hell am I going to convince my family to leave Harry and I alone in the house?
0*0
"Are you serious?" I gasped.
"Completely serious. I trust you more than enough to let you sing one of our songs." Harry smiled.
I looked down at the lyric sheets in my hands with shocked eyes. The theme this week was 'Love And Heartbreak' and my first song was one I loved: Still Falling For You by Ellie Goulding. I had always admired her and would kill to see her in concert. But it was my second song that made me so nervous. Harry had done a huge leap in giving me Long Way Down. Such beautiful lyrics with a stunning tune. How am I going to sing this in front of him? Singing Hello was hard enough but singing a song that was by my mentor, my hero, my idol, that was difficulty on a whole new level.
"Gives you a chance to show off your guitar skills."
My guitar skills? He wants me to play the guitar while I'm singing? That was twice as hard. I had never performed with my guitar publically before. It was more of a hobby and I was terrified to let everyone see me play. Playing for Harry was different than doing it in front of a big audience in The X Factor auditorium.
"Wow, um... OK." I said. Honestly, it freaked me out. I had listened to Long Way Down so many times this past year. And now, this Saturday, I would sing it to the nation. I would try my absolute best, to make not only my mentor proud, but the rest of the One Direction boys too. There's even more pressure now! I looked up at Harry and told him that I was ready to start. And with a smile, he said "Great." and our rehearsal went forth.
We started with Still Falling For You and very quickly, I saw that the lyrics reminded me of my feelings for Harry. I had been falling for him the moment I met him and I continued to fall him during these months in being in the competition. When he told me he loved me, the depth of my emotions increased even further, and it was easy for me to accept that I would be falling for Harry every day past today. And I wondered if he chose this song for me because he felt the same way about me.
During our break, he pulled me aside to the corner of the stage. I assumed it was to ask me about the song choices but it turned out, I was wrong.
"So, what did you tell your family? We getting the house to ourselves tonight?"
"Oh...I told them that you're coming around because you would like to hear me play the guitar. Even though you already have, my father and brothers don't know that." I answered.
"And what did they say?"
"Well, first, they will stay for a couple of minutes just to say hello and then, they'll leave. My parents will visit my aunt who lives about half-an-hour away and my brothers...I have no idea what they're going to do. Reece might study at a friend's place but Connor and Michael, I don't have a clue."
I was pleasantly surprised that my family had believed my lie this morning. My father wasn't suspicious in the slightest and neither were my brothers but maybe that would change when Harry arrived at my house tonight. Hopefully, they would leave my boyfriend and I in peace so that we could love each other with our bodies.
"We'll figure it out. We'll make it work tonight."
"You really want to have me again?" I asked quietly so that only he could hear me. Harry's eyes glowed, beaming into me, and I kept my gaze to his as I felt his fingers thread with mine, out of view of everyone else.
"I'll have you 100 times if you'll let me, angel." He whispered. And up came my flushed cheeks. I wasn't exactly a sexual person but with a boyfriend like Harry, it was very hard to not be aroused just by the sight of him. I never even fathomed of being with someone who was half the man Harry was. He was the most incredible man, one so sweet as he was sexy. How did I get so lucky?
"You know, it's true." I said.
"What's true?"
"That I'm still falling for you."
The look on Harry's face told me exactly what he was thinking. He looked like he was fighting the urge to kiss me right now, in full view of the entire crew. The muscles of his jaw contracted and his tongue swept across his lips. I squeezed his fingers and reluctantly told him that it was time for us to rehearse again. A low groan escaped his mouth and I smiled, letting go of his hand and heading over to the piano, ready to move onto Long Way Down.
I fiddled with my house keys, distracted by the warmth of Harry's breath on the back of my neck. He was already eager. He was already full of yearning. He was desperate the whole drive here, biting his lip and his pupils slowly dilating with each passing second. Him being eager made me eager and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Or just so intense.
I managed to unlock the front door, letting it swing open. In a period of three seconds, both of us stepped inside and suddenly, Harry pinned me to the wall with his hips, shutting the door with his hand. His mouth crushed down on mine before I had the chance to utter a single syllable. The tables had turned again. It was just like what had happened in his dressing room on Sunday. He was the one pressing into my body. He was the one kissing me so passionately that I couldn't tear myself away. My arms automatically wound themselves around his neck and pulled him even closer, giggling softly. This is what I wanted. This is what I had wished for for a week. But what we had both forgotten that my family were still in the house. And we remembered in the most embarrasing way possible.
"Take your hands off my little sister!"
Michael's voice shook me to my core and I pushed Harry off me. To my absolute horror, all three of my brothers were standing in the entrance to the living room, looking at me and Harry with wide eyes and stern stares. My face turned a shade of bright tomato red and Harry's hands fell away from my body quickly as he ran his fingers through his hair, clearly as embarrased as me. I glared at Michael, who, all of a sudden, started grinning.
"Only joking, mate. Just not fond of seeing you touch my baby sister like that."
"I'm not a baby!" I said. Michael walked towards us and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, looking down at me gently.
"I'm protective of you. Get used to it."
I scowled at him but it didn't work because I was too innocent. He looked at my boyfriend and patted his shoulder in a comforting manner, squeezing it.
"Still looking after her?"
"Yes, of course." Harry swallowed. He was nervous and very softly spoken. I pondered about how taken aback he was. After all, he only had one older sister and I had three protective brothers, who would probably kill him if he did anything to make me upset or hurt. Harry's quietness filled the air and it made me change the subject.
"Where's Mum and Dad?"
"They're in the liv-" My brother began to answer but was cut off by another voice. My mother's one.
"Harry, dear!"
My enthusiactic smiling mother pushed in between Connor and Reece to get over to me and my boyfriend. Regardless of only meeting him once, she pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek quickly. She was treating him like he was one of her own; a fourth son.
"Good evening, Hilda."
"A pleasure it is to have you here. Kaylie's told me that you wish to practice a little bit here alone." My mother said, cocking her eyebrow.
"Yes. It can get a little crazy with all the crew and cameras everywhere. Peace and quiet in a nice thing to have while rehearsing." Harry answered. He wasn't lying. The studios were hectic and being filmed a lot had taken a toll on both of us. We wanted to stare at each other longingly, we wanted to hold hands, we wanted to smile at each other the way lovers did. But cameras could capture everything. It was far too risky.
"I understand. Just need a minute with my daughter and then, we'll all be out of your hair."
And with that, my mother gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the side of the room while my brothers engaged in a conversation with Harry. I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Something about the man I love? It turned out that I was right.
"Harry's not here to practice singing with you, is he?"
My mother was a smart woman. She could see through people's lies and disguises, evidently mine. I hugged my arms with my hands and looked down at the floor, upset at myself that I couldn't even make my mother believe one simple lie. I shook my head and to my surprise, my mother smiled.
"You didn't have to lie to me, sweetie."
"I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't just kick you and my brothers out of the house."
"If you had told me that Harry was just coming over to spend some time with you, alone, I would've said OK and dragged your brothers out by their ears." My mother smirked and I bit back a smile. I looked back over at my handsome boyfriend, soaking in the frame of him. Tall and lean, dressed in casual clothes but looking hot as hell. Admiring the way his curls framed his face and shoulders, how his broad shoulders tensed beneath his T-shirt, how his skinny jeans hugged his legs and butt perfectly. He was all for me.
"You really love him, don't you?"
"More than anything else in the world." I answered my mother's question without looking at her. My attention was focused on the love of my life. I couldn't wait to feel his warm body on top of mine again. Feel his lips poison my skin and sink himself inside me. That feeling was so close and I longed to experience it once again. Tonight. It's going to be tonight.
0*0
He lay on my bed while I sat next to him, gently strumming my guitar to the tune of Long Way Down. The chords were easy enough for me to learn. All I had to do now was perform the song in front of the whole nation. A lot of pressure weighed me down but right now, with Harry in my house, in my bedroom, I felt good.
"Point of no return
And now it's just too late to turn around.
I try to forgive you,
But I struggle 'cause I don't know how.
We built it up so high and now I'm falling.
It's a long way down.
It's a long way down from here."
The words flowed out naturally as my eyes scanned over the music sheets strewn about on the mattress. Just as I was about to sing the next verse, Harry reached out and gathered all the sheets in both hands, letting them fall to the floor.
"Hey!" I gasped.
"Enough singing and practicing. We have other things to do, things that you want to do." And with a smirk, he pulled the guitar out of my arms and got off the bed, placing it back in its case, well away from me. His hands went to my waist and pushed me down so that my head rested in the pillows, him hovering above me. He was like a god, a golden beam of sunset glowing on the right-hand side of his face, his eyes glittering with lust. I twisted the ends of his curls around my index finger, resting my other hand on his chest. The heat in between my legs was already growing so I pulled him down closer, wanting to feel his mouth on mine.
Harry got the message and kissed me gently. It was slow and soft at first but it became heated with seconds. The clashing of tongues came into play and I could feel my heartbeat increasing in speed with every passing moment. The clothes then slowly started to come off. Off went his sleeveless wool vest and off went his T-shirt. I got the honour to gaze upon his naked torso again, tattoos decorating his skin. I pressed my hands to his chest, his skin warm and supple. Skin that would soon be sweaty and rubbing against mine in the most seductive of ways. We had the house to ourselves now. No interruptions or intrusions. Just him and I. Two people in love and eager to show one another just how deep that love was.
His hands squeezed my hips and he told me to raise them up so he could take my jeans off. As he peeled the denim fabric off my legs, I undid the buttons of my blouse, sighing as his breath send shivers over my bare skin. He wasted no time in taking my panties off as well, eyeing my sex with dilated pupils. I knew what he wanted so I whispered his name, telling him it was OK. I combed my fingers through his curls and nodded, begging for him to kiss me down there. A look of delight flashed across his face and he leaned down, slowly tasting me with his tongue. I let out a loud mewl, tugging on his hair, as his tongue did magical wonders. It felt...different but so good. I arched my back in pleasure and I looked down to see Harry's head in between my legs, his fingers massaging my thighs gently as he kissed me warmly, circling my clit. I sighed and moaned and whimpered, his name on my tongue. I breathed deeply when he stopped, kissing all the way up my body, in between my heaving breasts, sucking on my neck. I dug my fingernails into his back, his muscles clenching as I touched him. I reached for the waistband of his jeans, fumbling for the button.
"Eager, aren't you, angel?" Harry chuckled against my neck.
"Mmmm, I just want you." I murmured, throwing my back. My boyfriend helped me with unbuttoning his jeans and I pushed them over his bottom, relishing the taste of his lips on my own again. I rolled on top of him, indicating that it was my turn now. His hands grasped my hair as I kissed him seductively, dropping kisses along his cheek and down to his neck. I continued down his torso, his skin warm and smooth beneath my mouth. I didn't hesitate in taking his skinny jeans off as well as his boxers, finally seeing his huge bulge. I wanted him to give him the pleasure that he gave me but something inside me wasn't ready for that yet.
"Hey, my love, you don't have to, it's OK." Harry told me.
"But..."
"But nothing. You don't need to do it. I just want you the way you are, Kaylie."
I smiled and kissed his lips with passion, whispering "I love you." He whispered it back before asking me to get a condom from the pocket in his jeans. The foil packet was ripped open and he rolled the rubber material onto his member. He took my hands in his and pulled me down so that our noses brushed one another's. A soft kiss was laid on my lips just as he slid himself inside me. I moaned softly and kissed him back, holding his face in my hands while his fingers stroked my lower back, pushing me down so he go could go all the way in.
"That's it, angel, that's it." He said as he began to thrust in and out of me and I moved my hips in the same motion. His teeth latched onto my bottom lip, grunting as he ran his hands over my butt cheeks. I could feel it coming. I could feel myself just about to hit my peak. I pressed my lips to Harry's to mute my scream when I finally let go. His arms circled my waist and flipped me onto my back, taking control and keeping his mouth two millimetres away from mine, never actually kissing me. Our bodies moved together in sync as we made love, my legs wrapped around his waist while one of his hands was on my hip and the other one was wrapped around one of my own. It was way more passionate than the first time. I felt so much pleasure this time around and the craving I had was so intoxicating. It felt wonderful, being with Harry and being able to share this beautiful experience with him.
"I love you. I love you." I said over and over again in between kisses.
"I love you more, angel." He smiled and kissed me again. We touched each other and kissed each other and fell into desire for a little longer before he slowly pulled out of me but kept his lips pressed against mine.
My arms were loosely draped around his back, stroking his hot sweaty skin while his forearms were placed on either side of my head, trapping me. The moment was perfect, just the two of us. A soft wet sound echoed in my ears as he removed his lips from my own, opening his eyes. I stared up at him in awe, still in disbelief of how I had managed to make this man mine, for him to love me. But the one thing I didn't expect were the words that came from his mouth ever so quietly.
Two words.
Just two small words with a big meaning.
A meaning that I had no concept of.
Just two words.
"Marry me."
Tuesday, 18th October
It had been one week.
Seven days.
168 hours.
Since that day.
Since that wonderful night of passionate first-time lovemaking.
I wanted to make love again. I wanted to feel his body melt into mine, his arms holding my naked body close as he loved me with his mouth. I hadn't touched myself for one sole reason. Because I wanted Harry to touch me. I wanted him to be the one to pleasure me, send me to the edge, make me reach my peak. I wanted to feel thet desire again. Hear him sigh my name, pant as he pounded in and out of me, grunt as he reached his orgasm. I wanted to run my fingers through his sweaty curls and kissed his warm pink lips, rub my skin against his. I just wanted to make love with the man I loved. Is that really too much to ask?
After my fainting incident on Sunday night, I had decided to take Monday and today off. My parents agreed and fortunately, so had my school teachers. I had a rehearsal this afternoon anyway so I had the morning to prepare myself for a new week. Yes, I had gotten through to Week 5 but the stress had only increased. Harry had always informed me that this week, I didn't have to perform one song. I had to perform two. So it was the double the pressure. Can I handle it? I really hoped that I could and that Harry would be there to help me, not just as my lover and boyfriend, but as my mentor.
I was alone in the house this morning. My parents were at work as was Michael. Connor was at university and Reece was at school. I had the entire place to myself which was so freeing and nice, I didn't have three brothers crowding around me, teasing me for details about my relationship with Harry. Where is a sister when I need one? Lounging about on the couch, dressed in casual clothes, fllipping the TV channels was a great way to spend my morning, trying to relax and lower my stress level. I rested my free hand next to my left leg, on the couch, running my fingers over my soft material. This furniture held a memory now. A memory that I would remember and treasure forever.
"Harry, I've fallen so madly in love with you. I love you. I love you with everything that I am, with my whole heart. And I just wanted you to kn-" His lips were on mine before I could say anything else.
I brought my fingers to my lips, the sensation of his kiss still tingly as he infected me with his hot poison. His arms around my waist and my arms around his neck, turning the couch to our place of love.
"Oh, Kaylie, I love you so much. I love you, angel." He whispered before kissing me again.
The way he kissed me, touched me, held me... Never had I imagined that a guy would ever like me, even love me, enough to do what Harry did to me that night. My thoughts were full of Harry and the look in his emerald eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. I shut the TV off and dropped the remote onto the coffee table, my eyes locked to the place on the couch where Harry pushed me down, his body hovering over mine as he kissed me.
"You've made me so happy by saying that, angel. Now, you'll forever be mine." A smirk tugged at his lips and in that moment, I knew what I wanted to do.
The unfastening of my shirt buttons and the opening of his ones too, bare skin finally touching one another. His hard member grazing my thigh ever so gently. I knew he needed me as much as I needed him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Your bedroom. Now." He growled against my mouth, his voice deep and laced with sex.
I remembered clinging to his torso, my legs hooked around his waist and my hands in his hair, as we made our way to the staircase. I got up from the couch and retraced Harry's footsteps, laying my hand on the wooden railing as I ascended the stairs. I remembered his mouth leaving soft kisses over my cleveage, all the way up to my neck, my breathing getting heavier as he stroked the bare skin of my back with his slender fingers. I remembered how aroused I was, how my legs were turning to jelly when our lips returned to each other's, slick tongues tangling together.
I walked into my bedroom and stared straight at my neatly-made bed. But the image in my head didn't involve a neatly-made bed. In my mind, the sheets were strewn about everywhere, the mattress rumpled and the pillows engraved with hand prints. Smooth limbs locked around sweaty bodies and fingers fisted in messy hair, kissing sounds filling the room late at night, with moonlight streaming through the curtains. He had loved me gently and made sure that I was OK the whole way through. His warm breath on my skin as he left butterfly kisses on my inner thighs, caressing my heaving breasts as I sucked in quick breaths.
"There it is. That's it, angel." Harry murmured when I reached my peak of pleasure.
I rested my hand over my heart and licked my lips, wondering if Harry replayed the night in his head like I did. I crawled on the bed and lay down on my side, resting my hand in the spot where Harry was that night. Lying in our post-coital bliss, the beat of my heart still pounding hard against my ribcage.
"I'm so happy." I smiled down at me as joyful tears sprung in my eyes.
I had never been happier than I had been on that night. Being in the arms of the man I loved, who loved me back, the bed complete evidence of our sexual activity.
"I am too. I love you so much." He responded with a whisper after giving me another kiss.
He must have given me at least 200 kisses in the space of almost five hours. I didn't care if my lips went numb. I would gladly kiss Harry forever if it meant that I would be happy. The man had a pair of lips that were meant to be kissed for as long as possible. His lips drove me crazy. How he kissed me with them, licked them, bit down on them.
"Oh, Harry..." I said to myself under my breath. It had been the best night of my life. After 18 years, I finally had a true reason for being and living. And the reason was Harry Styles.
I rolled over and opened the bottom drawer of my bedside table. No-one ever opened it apart from me because my family assumed it was empty. And it always had been until a week ago. I smiled as I extracted the pink polka dot shirt from its hiding places, not a crinkle or a crease in the fabric. I never risked putting it on in the fear that it would lose Harry's smell. I brought the shirt to my nose and inhaled. Ah, perfect... His cologne still clung to the shirt. The scent of my mentor, boyfriend and lover was still there and it send my heart racing. In truth, I didn't know why I still had Harry's shirt. He never asked for it and he said I could keep it but I knew that the item of clothing in my hands was worth a lot of money. I clutched the shirt to my chest and looked up at the ceiling, an image of Harry smiling down at me, his curls shrouded in a golden light, making his eyes glow a bright glittering green.
"Oh, babe, my angel... You like my shirt, don't you? The image of Harry said to me.
Babe? Harry had never called me "babe". It was either "angel" or "my love". The word "babe" had never been uttered from him to me before. But I liked it. A lot. And yes, I did like his shirt. I loved it. Only Harry could rock a flowing pink polka dot shirt. As much as I loved it, it wasn't mine. He deserved to have it back. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found him. I rested my back against the headboard of my bed, my fingers typing away.
To Harry: I've still got your shirt x
I waited for about a minute before I got a reply.
From Harry: I'm well aware of that, angel x
To Harry: Don't you want it back? x
From Harry: I told you that you could keep it x
To Harry: But it's yours x
From Harry: Not anymore. I bet it looks even better on you, my love ;) x
A deep blush crept over my fair cheeks as I bit my lip, pressing my nose into the shirt again, his smell invading my body.
To Harry: I haven't put it on, Harry x
From Harry: Really? Why not? x
To Harry: Because it smells like you x
From Harry: Does it now, angel? x
To Harry: Yes, and I'm afraid that if I wear it, it won't smell like you anymore x
I didn't want his beautiful expensive shirt to smell like me. I loved the smell of him, the scent of his cologne, how it stayed strong on his clothes and seeped into his neck. He always smelled so good, way better than me. His Tom Ford cologne mixed with his natural musk drop me to the edge, lighting a burning fire deep inside of me. I realised that smelling his shirt made me want him so badly, as this was the shirt he had worn the night we made love.
To Harry: Your shirt... it makes me want you x
From Harry: Want me? x
To Harry: Harry, I miss the way you touched me that night, how you held me, how you kissed me. I want you the way I wanted you last Tuesday x
From Harry: Oh, Kaylie, I want you too. I replay that night in my head all the time. You felt amazing in my arms. It won't be the last time we do that, angel. I promise you x
To Harry: But when, Harry? I miss the pleasure already x
From Harry: Wow, you're eager x
To Harry: You can't blame me. You're fucking hot x
I pressed Send without a second thought. I mean, it's the truth.
From Harry: Am I? x
To Harry: Yes, for God's sake, Harry! Do you have any idea how attractive you are? You drive me crazy x
I quickly sent more texts before he could respond to the first one.
To Harry: I want to feel your lips on mine x
To Harry: I want to dig my fingernails into your back while you love me with your body x
To Harry: I just want you, Harry x
I waited for a response, flushed from my texts. What am I doing? Why am I being dirty? I had always been so innocent but maybe having sex had changed me a little bit. There was a 'ping', alerting me that I had received a new text.
From Harry: Fuck, I'm calling you x
I didn't have a chance to text back because my phone began to ring, Harry's name flashing on the screen. I accepted the call with a smile.
"Hey." I said.
Holy mother, Kaylie. What's happened to my innocent angel? Harry's voice echoed in my ear. I wrapped my fingers around the pink shirt, the fabric soft on my skin.
"She's gone, handsome."
I'm going to miss her. But I love this new Kaylie.
I could sense that he was smiling, the beautiful man.
"Do you?"
Yes, absolutely.
"Want to take this new Kaylie to bed?" I asked seductively.
Oh, yes, that's exactly what I want to do. Harry snarled with lust and I giggled softly, my cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink, matching the colour of my mentor's shirt.
Love that giggle too, angel.
I giggled again just to tease him.
You're lucky I'm not doing a rehearsal right now, Kaylie.
"You at home then?"
Yes but you're making it increasingly difficult for me not to drive over to your house right now.
"I wish you could." I sighed. I wanted him to come over to my house again and, not only have sex, but just talk like normal couples did, without the stress or risk of being pulled away from each other.
Me too but if I came over, neither of us would make it to rehearsal.
"Really? Would we be doing what I want us to be doing?" I asked cheekily.
Yes, for hours.
Hours? God, I don't doubt that... The thought of making love for hours with Harry sounded like the perfect paradise. I much rather wanted to do that than go to rehearsals. What sounds more appealing? - singing songs for three hours straight without being able to kiss the love of my life or making love with him for more than three hours. The latter sounded better to me.
"Can't we just rehearse another day?" I questioned.
Unfortunately, we must rehearse today. It'll look suspicious if neither of us turn up.
"You're right. I shouldn't have asked." I lowered my head and rubbed the back of my neck.
But...
My ears pricked up and my eyes went wide.
"But?"
If you work extremely hard today, you might get lucky tonight.
My mouth fell open. A treat for working hard. It would be special, like a week anniversary since the last, basically first, time we did it. It sounded perfect but there was one problem.
"Tonight? My whole family will be home."
They know about us, right?
"Yes. But only my mother knows that we've, you know, done it." I answered.
Can you, I don't know, get rid for them for the night?
"I can't just kick my family out of their own house, Harry!"
Can you lie?
"Lie?"
Say that I'm coming around to help you with one of the songs and we need some privacy.
"We have a rehearsal today and they know that."
Kaylie, you're the one who wants to have me again and believe me, I want you too. Just one night, angel. Just tonight.
"My family will stick their noses in, especially my brothers. I don't know, Harry..." I sighed.
Please? For me? Please, I love you.
His words pierced my heart like a thousand razor-sharp daggers, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I ran my fingers across the bed sheets, thinking about tonight, how we could be making love again in this very bed. I want that...so much. And Harry does too. I want Harry...tonight. I had already made my decision before I even called him. I knew what my answer was.
"Because I love you too, I'll get my family out for a few hours."
Oh, Kaylie, another magical night awaits us both tonight. He whispered softly, making my toes curl.
"I can't wait. See you this afternoon, handsome."
Bye, angel.
And that ended our call.
I already felt tingly. I would have Harry for the second time and he would have me again. I would get to feel that pleasure again with the man I desired. But one question loomed over my head. How the hell am I going to convince my family to leave Harry and I alone in the house?
0*0
"Are you serious?" I gasped.
"Completely serious. I trust you more than enough to let you sing one of our songs." Harry smiled.
I looked down at the lyric sheets in my hands with shocked eyes. The theme this week was 'Love And Heartbreak' and my first song was one I loved: Still Falling For You by Ellie Goulding. I had always admired her and would kill to see her in concert. But it was my second song that made me so nervous. Harry had done a huge leap in giving me Long Way Down. Such beautiful lyrics with a stunning tune. How am I going to sing this in front of him? Singing Hello was hard enough but singing a song that was by my mentor, my hero, my idol, that was difficulty on a whole new level.
"Gives you a chance to show off your guitar skills."
My guitar skills? He wants me to play the guitar while I'm singing? That was twice as hard. I had never performed with my guitar publically before. It was more of a hobby and I was terrified to let everyone see me play. Playing for Harry was different than doing it in front of a big audience in The X Factor auditorium.
"Wow, um... OK." I said. Honestly, it freaked me out. I had listened to Long Way Down so many times this past year. And now, this Saturday, I would sing it to the nation. I would try my absolute best, to make not only my mentor proud, but the rest of the One Direction boys too. There's even more pressure now! I looked up at Harry and told him that I was ready to start. And with a smile, he said "Great." and our rehearsal went forth.
We started with Still Falling For You and very quickly, I saw that the lyrics reminded me of my feelings for Harry. I had been falling for him the moment I met him and I continued to fall him during these months in being in the competition. When he told me he loved me, the depth of my emotions increased even further, and it was easy for me to accept that I would be falling for Harry every day past today. And I wondered if he chose this song for me because he felt the same way about me.
During our break, he pulled me aside to the corner of the stage. I assumed it was to ask me about the song choices but it turned out, I was wrong.
"So, what did you tell your family? We getting the house to ourselves tonight?"
"Oh...I told them that you're coming around because you would like to hear me play the guitar. Even though you already have, my father and brothers don't know that." I answered.
"And what did they say?"
"Well, first, they will stay for a couple of minutes just to say hello and then, they'll leave. My parents will visit my aunt who lives about half-an-hour away and my brothers...I have no idea what they're going to do. Reece might study at a friend's place but Connor and Michael, I don't have a clue."
I was pleasantly surprised that my family had believed my lie this morning. My father wasn't suspicious in the slightest and neither were my brothers but maybe that would change when Harry arrived at my house tonight. Hopefully, they would leave my boyfriend and I in peace so that we could love each other with our bodies.
"We'll figure it out. We'll make it work tonight."
"You really want to have me again?" I asked quietly so that only he could hear me. Harry's eyes glowed, beaming into me, and I kept my gaze to his as I felt his fingers thread with mine, out of view of everyone else.
"I'll have you 100 times if you'll let me, angel." He whispered. And up came my flushed cheeks. I wasn't exactly a sexual person but with a boyfriend like Harry, it was very hard to not be aroused just by the sight of him. I never even fathomed of being with someone who was half the man Harry was. He was the most incredible man, one so sweet as he was sexy. How did I get so lucky?
"You know, it's true." I said.
"What's true?"
"That I'm still falling for you."
The look on Harry's face told me exactly what he was thinking. He looked like he was fighting the urge to kiss me right now, in full view of the entire crew. The muscles of his jaw contracted and his tongue swept across his lips. I squeezed his fingers and reluctantly told him that it was time for us to rehearse again. A low groan escaped his mouth and I smiled, letting go of his hand and heading over to the piano, ready to move onto Long Way Down.
I fiddled with my house keys, distracted by the warmth of Harry's breath on the back of my neck. He was already eager. He was already full of yearning. He was desperate the whole drive here, biting his lip and his pupils slowly dilating with each passing second. Him being eager made me eager and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Or just so intense.
I managed to unlock the front door, letting it swing open. In a period of three seconds, both of us stepped inside and suddenly, Harry pinned me to the wall with his hips, shutting the door with his hand. His mouth crushed down on mine before I had the chance to utter a single syllable. The tables had turned again. It was just like what had happened in his dressing room on Sunday. He was the one pressing into my body. He was the one kissing me so passionately that I couldn't tear myself away. My arms automatically wound themselves around his neck and pulled him even closer, giggling softly. This is what I wanted. This is what I had wished for for a week. But what we had both forgotten that my family were still in the house. And we remembered in the most embarrasing way possible.
"Take your hands off my little sister!"
Michael's voice shook me to my core and I pushed Harry off me. To my absolute horror, all three of my brothers were standing in the entrance to the living room, looking at me and Harry with wide eyes and stern stares. My face turned a shade of bright tomato red and Harry's hands fell away from my body quickly as he ran his fingers through his hair, clearly as embarrased as me. I glared at Michael, who, all of a sudden, started grinning.
"Only joking, mate. Just not fond of seeing you touch my baby sister like that."
"I'm not a baby!" I said. Michael walked towards us and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, looking down at me gently.
"I'm protective of you. Get used to it."
I scowled at him but it didn't work because I was too innocent. He looked at my boyfriend and patted his shoulder in a comforting manner, squeezing it.
"Still looking after her?"
"Yes, of course." Harry swallowed. He was nervous and very softly spoken. I pondered about how taken aback he was. After all, he only had one older sister and I had three protective brothers, who would probably kill him if he did anything to make me upset or hurt. Harry's quietness filled the air and it made me change the subject.
"Where's Mum and Dad?"
"They're in the liv-" My brother began to answer but was cut off by another voice. My mother's one.
"Harry, dear!"
My enthusiactic smiling mother pushed in between Connor and Reece to get over to me and my boyfriend. Regardless of only meeting him once, she pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek quickly. She was treating him like he was one of her own; a fourth son.
"Good evening, Hilda."
"A pleasure it is to have you here. Kaylie's told me that you wish to practice a little bit here alone." My mother said, cocking her eyebrow.
"Yes. It can get a little crazy with all the crew and cameras everywhere. Peace and quiet in a nice thing to have while rehearsing." Harry answered. He wasn't lying. The studios were hectic and being filmed a lot had taken a toll on both of us. We wanted to stare at each other longingly, we wanted to hold hands, we wanted to smile at each other the way lovers did. But cameras could capture everything. It was far too risky.
"I understand. Just need a minute with my daughter and then, we'll all be out of your hair."
And with that, my mother gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the side of the room while my brothers engaged in a conversation with Harry. I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Something about the man I love? It turned out that I was right.
"Harry's not here to practice singing with you, is he?"
My mother was a smart woman. She could see through people's lies and disguises, evidently mine. I hugged my arms with my hands and looked down at the floor, upset at myself that I couldn't even make my mother believe one simple lie. I shook my head and to my surprise, my mother smiled.
"You didn't have to lie to me, sweetie."
"I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't just kick you and my brothers out of the house."
"If you had told me that Harry was just coming over to spend some time with you, alone, I would've said OK and dragged your brothers out by their ears." My mother smirked and I bit back a smile. I looked back over at my handsome boyfriend, soaking in the frame of him. Tall and lean, dressed in casual clothes but looking hot as hell. Admiring the way his curls framed his face and shoulders, how his broad shoulders tensed beneath his T-shirt, how his skinny jeans hugged his legs and butt perfectly. He was all for me.
"You really love him, don't you?"
"More than anything else in the world." I answered my mother's question without looking at her. My attention was focused on the love of my life. I couldn't wait to feel his warm body on top of mine again. Feel his lips poison my skin and sink himself inside me. That feeling was so close and I longed to experience it once again. Tonight. It's going to be tonight.
0*0
He lay on my bed while I sat next to him, gently strumming my guitar to the tune of Long Way Down. The chords were easy enough for me to learn. All I had to do now was perform the song in front of the whole nation. A lot of pressure weighed me down but right now, with Harry in my house, in my bedroom, I felt good.
"Point of no return
And now it's just too late to turn around.
I try to forgive you,
But I struggle 'cause I don't know how.
We built it up so high and now I'm falling.
It's a long way down.
It's a long way down from here."
The words flowed out naturally as my eyes scanned over the music sheets strewn about on the mattress. Just as I was about to sing the next verse, Harry reached out and gathered all the sheets in both hands, letting them fall to the floor.
"Hey!" I gasped.
"Enough singing and practicing. We have other things to do, things that you want to do." And with a smirk, he pulled the guitar out of my arms and got off the bed, placing it back in its case, well away from me. His hands went to my waist and pushed me down so that my head rested in the pillows, him hovering above me. He was like a god, a golden beam of sunset glowing on the right-hand side of his face, his eyes glittering with lust. I twisted the ends of his curls around my index finger, resting my other hand on his chest. The heat in between my legs was already growing so I pulled him down closer, wanting to feel his mouth on mine.
Harry got the message and kissed me gently. It was slow and soft at first but it became heated with seconds. The clashing of tongues came into play and I could feel my heartbeat increasing in speed with every passing moment. The clothes then slowly started to come off. Off went his sleeveless wool vest and off went his T-shirt. I got the honour to gaze upon his naked torso again, tattoos decorating his skin. I pressed my hands to his chest, his skin warm and supple. Skin that would soon be sweaty and rubbing against mine in the most seductive of ways. We had the house to ourselves now. No interruptions or intrusions. Just him and I. Two people in love and eager to show one another just how deep that love was.
His hands squeezed my hips and he told me to raise them up so he could take my jeans off. As he peeled the denim fabric off my legs, I undid the buttons of my blouse, sighing as his breath send shivers over my bare skin. He wasted no time in taking my panties off as well, eyeing my sex with dilated pupils. I knew what he wanted so I whispered his name, telling him it was OK. I combed my fingers through his curls and nodded, begging for him to kiss me down there. A look of delight flashed across his face and he leaned down, slowly tasting me with his tongue. I let out a loud mewl, tugging on his hair, as his tongue did magical wonders. It felt...different but so good. I arched my back in pleasure and I looked down to see Harry's head in between my legs, his fingers massaging my thighs gently as he kissed me warmly, circling my clit. I sighed and moaned and whimpered, his name on my tongue. I breathed deeply when he stopped, kissing all the way up my body, in between my heaving breasts, sucking on my neck. I dug my fingernails into his back, his muscles clenching as I touched him. I reached for the waistband of his jeans, fumbling for the button.
"Eager, aren't you, angel?" Harry chuckled against my neck.
"Mmmm, I just want you." I murmured, throwing my back. My boyfriend helped me with unbuttoning his jeans and I pushed them over his bottom, relishing the taste of his lips on my own again. I rolled on top of him, indicating that it was my turn now. His hands grasped my hair as I kissed him seductively, dropping kisses along his cheek and down to his neck. I continued down his torso, his skin warm and smooth beneath my mouth. I didn't hesitate in taking his skinny jeans off as well as his boxers, finally seeing his huge bulge. I wanted him to give him the pleasure that he gave me but something inside me wasn't ready for that yet.
"Hey, my love, you don't have to, it's OK." Harry told me.
"But..."
"But nothing. You don't need to do it. I just want you the way you are, Kaylie."
I smiled and kissed his lips with passion, whispering "I love you." He whispered it back before asking me to get a condom from the pocket in his jeans. The foil packet was ripped open and he rolled the rubber material onto his member. He took my hands in his and pulled me down so that our noses brushed one another's. A soft kiss was laid on my lips just as he slid himself inside me. I moaned softly and kissed him back, holding his face in my hands while his fingers stroked my lower back, pushing me down so he go could go all the way in.
"That's it, angel, that's it." He said as he began to thrust in and out of me and I moved my hips in the same motion. His teeth latched onto my bottom lip, grunting as he ran his hands over my butt cheeks. I could feel it coming. I could feel myself just about to hit my peak. I pressed my lips to Harry's to mute my scream when I finally let go. His arms circled my waist and flipped me onto my back, taking control and keeping his mouth two millimetres away from mine, never actually kissing me. Our bodies moved together in sync as we made love, my legs wrapped around his waist while one of his hands was on my hip and the other one was wrapped around one of my own. It was way more passionate than the first time. I felt so much pleasure this time around and the craving I had was so intoxicating. It felt wonderful, being with Harry and being able to share this beautiful experience with him.
"I love you. I love you." I said over and over again in between kisses.
"I love you more, angel." He smiled and kissed me again. We touched each other and kissed each other and fell into desire for a little longer before he slowly pulled out of me but kept his lips pressed against mine.
My arms were loosely draped around his back, stroking his hot sweaty skin while his forearms were placed on either side of my head, trapping me. The moment was perfect, just the two of us. A soft wet sound echoed in my ears as he removed his lips from my own, opening his eyes. I stared up at him in awe, still in disbelief of how I had managed to make this man mine, for him to love me. But the one thing I didn't expect were the words that came from his mouth ever so quietly.
Two words.
Just two small words with a big meaning.
A meaning that I had no concept of.
Just two words.
"Marry me."
Notes
To be continued in Harry's POV...
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11/19/17