Chapter twenty-one

My consciousness was clouded with sleep; I didn’t stir, I didn’t fuss, I just laid there letting the world carry on around me. I rested on my side, my body molded to the mattress as it took on my shape and cradled me like its enfant. I felt an arm drape around me and pull me in; Harry. I smiled, even in sleep, recognizing those arms in an instant. I rolled over to face his loveliness, keeping my eyes closed so that he’d be the first thing my awaiting eyes saw. I let them flutter open and wasn’t disappointed; his hair was strewn about his face, the curls and tresses taking on a life of their own; his full, pink lips beckoning to mine with the promise of his sweet taste; his green eyes, staring deeply into mine, seemingly reading my every thought.

“Good morning,” he said is his raspy morning voice; no other sound in the world could compare.

“Good morning,” I smiled in response, my hands involuntarily reaching up to stroke his lovely face. He closed his eyes in contentment, the corner of his lips drawing up in a brilliant smile. He darted in for a sudden kiss, lasting longer than I was expecting. My leg snared around his waist, dragging my body closer to him, as his tongue pushed past my lips. Our kiss soon faded, movement ceasing, as we laid there nose to nose.

“I suppose we should get up,” I said, turning on my side to check my phone that rested on the night table beside me. His large hands quickly took hold of me, dragging me into him.

“No,” he whined with a smile. “We’ve got time.”

I smiled, giving him a quick kiss before snuggling in closer.

“Alright, I won’t argue,” I conceded.

“Yes!” he said excitedly with a little gesture of his arm. I rested my head beneath his chin, my ear pressed to his heart. I fell in sync with his every breath; his every heartbeat. Without realizing it, I’d fallen back asleep, and woke with a shock to find the room much brighter.

“What time is it?” I asked, shooting up ram-rod straight in bed.

“Almost noon,” Harry told me, a smirk playing on his full lips. He sat up with me and began rubbing my back. “We should get up, but...” he drifted off as he began planting tender kisses on my neck. He knew exactly where I wanted them. His left hand began travelling beneath the sheet that still partially covered us to slip his fingers beneath my panties: urging them down.

“Harry,” I laughed and his bright eyes rose to meet mine, his smile growing as he ripped the panties off me altogether. My eyes flew open wide in mock surprise. “Harry!” I exclaimed.

“Oh babe, don’t pretend to be surprised,” he muttered, pressing his lips to mine once again. My hands flew up to his hair, meanwhile his hand began toying inside of me; prodding and teasing. I gasped when he hit the spot, suddenly breaking our kiss and resting my forehead against his shoulder.

“Oh, my, did I find the spot already?” Harry asked teasingly. With a strange glint in his eye, he threw me back against the pillows, pinning me beneath his body.

“I don’t know,” I played along. “You might need to test it out with something a little bit bigger; your finger just isn’t doing it for me. Have anything else you could use?” I winked at him tauntingly and he breathed a laugh in my ear, grazing the tender skin of my neck with his teeth; I felt no pain, but I was sure that I’d find a small mark later.

“I don’t know,” Harry said, sitting up slightly. “You tell me.”

I laughed and began grasping at his boxers, pulling them off in a frenzy. I pretended to analyze him, and his cheeks took on a precious pink undertone.

“Hmm,” I said, pretending to be puzzled. “I think this will definitely do,” I said saucily, sitting up so that our chests were pressed together tightly, my lips claiming his as I dragged him back down to a horizontal arrangement with me. He positioned himself accordingly, aligning our bottom halves.

“Permission to enter?” He asked and I laughed loudly.

“Permission granted, sir.” I played along. I loved the comfort level between the two of us; making love didn’t always have to be serious, dramatic, or erotic. We didn’t try to pretend like we were characters from an erotically raunchy novel; we just were what we were and loved each other for it.

Harry began thrusting into me, his strong muscles rolling in his back which I dug into. He leaned his head down to my level and I reached up, capturing his neck with my teeth to leave a small mark of my own. I thought quickly of all the tween magazines that would have that plastered across their covers: ‘Harry Styles Shows up To Premiere with Hickey’ I smiled quietly to myself. Suddenly, I began to feel a pulsing inside of me which was soon followed by Harry filling me with his cum. The feeling induced similar pleasure on my part, which sent me writhing beneath him. I clung to his back, breathing heavily into his shoulder. He laid back on the pillow beside me where we both waited to catch our breaths. We turned to look at each other, smiles dancing across our features.

“Good?” Harry asked.

I leaned over to kiss him quickly.

“Good.” I told him, getting out from under the sheets and walking to the shower where he soon followed.

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Not long after, Harry and I walked back into our room, the smell of sex off our bodies. I walked over to the dresser and threw my towel to the floor as I picked out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

“No, no, no,” Harry said, coming over and throwing the t-shirt back where I’d found it. I looked at him as if he were crazy. “Uh-uh,” he went on. “You’re going to wear something nice.” With that, he walked away. Nice? I wondered why, so I followed him.

“And why exactly am I going to wear something nice for hanging around the room?”

Harry rolled his eyes at me as if I were simple.

“Love, we’re not staying in the room, that’s why,” he grinned at me. “I’m taking you somewhere nice, therefore you must dress nicely.” He began picking out some clothes, laying them on the bed, his towel still hanging loosely around his hips. I walked back over to my dresser and put on a bra and some panties.

“And where are we going exactly?” I persisted. I’d had quite enough of his evasions.

“You’ll just have to see.” He winked at me. Great: another evasion. Just then his phone rang, he looked at it and quickly answered. “Hey Mum,” he said, walking out to the living room. Anne checked up on him every now and then, texting him frequently; always desperate to know what her baby was up to.

As I perused my clothes, I thought of Harry’s surprise; what could it possibly be? And that’s when it hit me, causing me to drop the shirt I was holding back into the drawer. The small velvet, black box. He surely wasn’t planning on proposing, was he? I sat down on the bed, trying to think. I couldn’t honestly believe that he would do such a thing, especially right now with his hectic schedule, but I’d known him to impulsively follow his heart without a second thought. Marriage? No, we were both only twenty! But on the other hand, Perrie and Zayn had gotten engaged at twenty a year ago, long before I’d ever met them, and look at them; they were happy, their marital vows still an event, destined for a future date. I could handle that. I would be lying if I said I’d never thought of marrying Harry, because I had on numerous occasions. However, I’d always believed those to be the dreams of a silly young girl and, now that I was older, it was hard to picture myself getting married.

I looked around the room, and suddenly the thought dawned on me: I’d been so drunk last night, was there even a ring box? Had I imagined it? It had seemed so real, but now I wasn’t sure. Without another thought, I began looking through Harry’s things; his luggage, his dresser; the clothes he’d been wearing last night; nothing. I sat back down on our bed soon laying back, sinking into the pillows, laughing at myself. Of course there was no box, why would there be? I couldn’t put any stock on what my drunken eyes had supposedly seen. I tried to convince myself that I’d imagined it, but I was still completely unsure.

“Alright, bye mum, love you!” Harry said as he walked back in the room, hanging up his phone.
“You gonna get ready, love?” he asked me, looking over his selections.

“Mhmm,” I mumbled. “What did your mum say?” I asked him and he smiled.

“Oh, you know her, just wanted a chat,” he smiled at me before slipping into his button down shirt with the black and white hearts on it. “Hurry up, babe, we’ve got a reservation,” he winked at me. I smiled back feebly in return and walked back over to where my clothes messily laid in a heap within the drawer. I settled in with the task of getting dressed, my mind all the while questioning itself; what had I seen?

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