Somebody Else's Arms

“Are you tired?” Hailey asked Harry as the two of them walked into her apartment after their long drive.

She couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Harry sleeping over with her without a legit excuse. The first time he lost his keys, and the second and third time they were stuck in a single occupancy hotel room together. But now he was there on his own terms, because he wanted to be there. And that… that meant something. It had to.

“I’m exhausted,” he said, setting down his bag. Hailey nodded, watching as he moved closer and closer to where she was standing.

“But I’m not tired,” he told her, his face mere inches away from hers.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too,” she breathed against his lips. She had to swallow the lump in her throat in order to breathe. Harry was making her go crazy.

“Hailey…” He breathed, his lips grazing hers in the gentlest of ways.

“Hmm?” She hummed.

He didn’t finish his thought though. He just pressed his lips delicately to hers, causing the butterflies to run amok in her stomach. Dear god, man.

Harry’s lips moved perfectly against hers as she felt his hands tangle in the hair at the back of her head. Her hands gripped lightly onto his shirt, fisting the fabric in them. It didn’t take long before Harry was coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, speeding the kisses up quite a bit. And before she knew it or even realized, he was walking her to her bedroom, their mouths still fused together.

Hailey let out a little whimper as he laid her out on the bed. She wasn’t quite ready to break free of his hold. But the way he was staring down at her, the lust swirling in his eyes, she was certain her hold on him wasn’t broken entirely.

Harry’s body fit between her legs as he stood that the end of the bed. His hands moved up and down her thighs as he readied himself for what was about to happen. And oh god, she was ready.

“Please…” She whispered, sitting up on her elbows.

His breathtaking green eyes looked down into hers, stripping her down to nothing with a look, leaving her bared to him. She was his. She was sure of it now. She was Harry’s and she never wanted to be anyone else’s.

Harry leaned in, grasping firmly to the back of her neck, pressing a hardened kiss against her lips. She couldn’t help but think of how perfectly it sealed everything for her. She was his, most definitely.

“Oh, god,” she groaned against his lips.

Hailey’s fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up frantically as her legs wrapped around him, pressing his body into hers. He groaned from the friction and she couldn’t help but smirk against his lips.

“Just… just let me get you naked,” Hailey giggled as he fought to keep kissing her.

Harry laughed, standing up once again as Hailey sat up, stripping him of his shirt. He helped throw it over his head and onto the floor as he smiled seductively at her. She chuckled as she slipped his sweatpants down over the swell of his ass, then came back up for his boxer briefs. She didn’t even get them down to his knees before she grasped a hold of his already hardened penis.

Harry let out a guttural moan as she began pumping it lightly in her hands. The sounds the emanated from his throat made her whole entire body tingle. She caused him to make that sound. It was her who was making him go crazy.

Hailey leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head of his penis, swirling her tongue around it before she let her mouth completely sink down around it. Harry let out another low groan as his fingers tangled up in her hair. Her lips moved against him, slowly at first, giving him a little torture to go with the pleasure, but then she quickly sped up earning a very sexy grunt from him.

“Fuuck,” Harry groaned, tightening his fingers in her hair.

Hailey’s mouth bobbed up and down him in multiple succession causing his body to squirm and shake. Pleased with herself, she gave him one last lick before she retreated, looking up at him.

“Fuck, Hailey…” He breathed, looking down into her eyes.

She smirked up at him as she lifted her shirt over her head. He watched contently as she removed her bra and Hailey felt comfortable for the first time being naked in front of him. She knew they were way past the point of being shy.

“God damn,” he moaned as he gently ran his hands over her breasts.

The way he was looking at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, his tongue rolling over his lips – god, it made her insides melt. She was a hormonal puddle, just waiting for Harry to fuck her.

Harry’s hands came down, wrapping underneath her ass, lifting her up, only to plop her down farther up the bed as he crawled up toward her. A moment later, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down toward him, panties and all. Hailey watched as he completely kicked off his own clothes, while simultaneously discarding hers onto the floor.

“C’mere,” Hailey told him, holding out her arms for him.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he smirked down at me, crawling up the bed atop her body.

The feel of their warm bare skin pressing together was almost more than Hailey could take. She hummed against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her. She was ready to give herself completely to him. This time, this time it was different. It was completely different. With the way they were both acknowledging each other, savoring each other, she knew everything had changed for the better.

“Please, Harry,” Hailey breathed against his lips, begging for him to take her.

Harry quietly slipped his hand down between them, guiding him inside of her on one long motion and all Hailey could do was let out a weight sigh as she got exactly what she wanted. Him.

“Oh, god,” Hailey groaned as he nearly pulled out completely and pressed back in.

“Hailey,” he breathed out her name, burying his face in the nape of her neck as his movements sped up.

“Oh, god,” she groaned again as the pleasure raced through her.

She never ever want to have sex with anyone else. This was too good, too perfect. Harry ruined her for every other man in the world. He was it for her.

“Please, just don’t stop,” Hailey gasped as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

“I… won’t,” Harry panted, speeding up his motions for her.

And suddenly she was losing her mind, her strength, her will. It was all so good, so right. Her body tensed below him as the adrenaline raced through her, tingle after tingle, before she finally exploded. Harry gave a pleased smirked as he continued to rock into her.

Once Hailey’s body settled, her mind finally began to function again and she wanted nothing more than to get Harry his happy ending.

She pushed up against his chest and he surprised her by going with the flow, grabbing onto her body as he tumbled backward onto the bed so she was on top. Hailey giggled as she positioned herself above him. Harry looked up at her with a smirk as she began roll her hips against him.

“Oh, god,” Harry groaned, hanging his head back over the side of the mattress as he lay splayed out across her bed.

“Baby, look at me,” Hailey told him, running her fingertip across his sharper-than-glass jawline.

Harry quickly looked up into her eyes and she leaned down, kissing his lips as she continued to move against him.

“Oh, god, Hailey. Fuck,” he groaned against her lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed, lightly biting his bottom lip to add some pain with his pleasure.

Harry groaned loudly as he grasped onto her hips, moving her faster and faster. It didn’t take long before his body tensed underneath her. He let out a satisfied sigh as he finally relaxed below her. Hailey let herself sink down against him, her ear against his chest. His heart was beating so fast, she could have sworn it was about to beat straight through his flesh. He was so incredible. And she felt so lucky to be laying there in his arms – in the arms of the one she loved.

After a few moments, Hailey felt his fingertips brush up her spine, causing her muscles to contract and a giggle to escape her lips.

“Stop it,” she breathed through a smile.

“Stop touching you? Never,” he said quietly. Hailey buried her nose into the skin of his chest as a cheesy grin invaded her face.

“Hey. You stop that,” Harry chuckled, sliding his hand between her nose and his chest.

A moment later, his fingers wedged under her chin, coaxing her lips up to his. He kissed her lightly, then left a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Are you ready for bed, beautiful?” He asked, smiling down at her.

“I am now,” she replied, smiling contently back at him.

“C’mon,” he said, lifting her up and she quickly slipped off his body so he could sit up.

The two of them crawled underneath the sheets together and quietly fell asleep, wrapped up in each other.

But when Hailey woke up, her back was cold. She was no longer being spooned by her beloved. And when she turned in the bed, she found the spot where Harry laid empty. Her heart plummeted.

She sat up in bed, looking around. His clothes were gone.

“No,” she said, scrambling out of bed.

She darted out into the living room, finding her apartment completely empty. Every trace of Harry was gone, from his clothing to his suitcase. He was gone.

And every single part of her felt empty.

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Hailey lay curled up in her bed, legs pulled up against herself, blanket tuck under her chin, trying to keep herself from falling apart over Harry more than she already had. Her tears still stained the pillow and she couldn’t hardly bear the ache in her heart.

It had been hours since she woke up and found him gone. Hours. A part of her hoped he was just out getting coffee or breakfast to surprise her, but that wasn’t the case. He was just gone. There was no phone call and no text to even acknowledge her in his life in any way, shape or form after the night the shared – after the weekend they shared with one another. He didn’t even respond to the texts she sent him.

And she was slowly realizing that none of it meant anything to him. She was wrong all along. Dead wrong.

Hailey’s phone buzzed on her nightstand, breaking her from her thoughts. Her heart sped up, hoping it might be Harry with an explanation. But it wasn’t and her heart sank once again.

Jeremy.

What made her answer, she did not know. Because she was in no mood to talk to anyone.

“H-hello…” Her voice came out shaky and breathless.

“Hailey?” He questioned, sounding almost excited to be calling her.

“Yeah,” she croaked, clearing her throat seconds later.

“Hi. It’s uh, it’s Jeremy,” he told her.

“Hi,” she said, trying to sound at least a little excited to hear from. Because she was. He wasn’t the one to stomp her heart to little bits by one selfish act.

“Hey, I thought I’d call since I haven’t heard from you. I tried texting. But… I don’t know. I was a little afraid you fell off the face of the earth or something on your trip back home,” he said, letting out a small laugh.

“No. I’m alive,” she told him – even though she felt closer to death.

“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” she said, letting out a forced laugh.

“Hey, listen. I was just wondering… I mean, if you’re not busy… I would like to take you to dinner… I don’t know… sometime soon,” he told her and she couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement in the pit of her stomach.

She sat up quickly in her bed, letting the blankets fall off of her still naked body.

“Oh,” she said.

“Oh?” He questioned with a laugh.

“That was a good ‘oh’,” she said, letting a smile form on her face.

“A good ‘oh’, huh?” He chuckled.

“Yes,” she told him.

“So, you’ll go to dinner with me?” He asked, sounding hopeful.

“I would… I’d love to,” she told him.

“Great. That’s great. Are you free tomorrow night? I know it’s in the middle of the week and all. And I know we just met and it might be a bit fast. But truthfully, I just can’t stop thinking about you and I really want to see you again,” he offered. Butterflies erupted in her stomach for this man. She’d never had a man speak so candidly about her, to her.

“Tomorrow night sounds amazing,” she said, smiling into the receiver.

“Sounds amazing,” he reiterated. Hailey smiled bashfully thinking about him thinking about her.

“Do you want to maybe text me with your address and I can pick you up?” Jeremy asked.

“Sure, yeah. I can do that,” she told him.

“I’ll pick you up at seven then. Does that work?” He offered.

“Yes. Seven it is,” she agreed.

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful,” he told her.

“Yeah, see you,” she said, smiling from ear-to-ear as she ended the phone call.

Hailey continued smiling, thinking about how such a beautiful man had eyes for her and how she was going to get a chance to see him again and really get to know him when they went on their date. It was enough to make her forget about being wronged by Harry.

But when her phone buzzed again in her hand and she looked down to see Harry’s name flash across the screen, she was reminded of how he slept with her and left her in the morning like she was nothing, like she meant nothing. And it hurt so much. So she quickly pressed ignore and tried to put thoughts of Harry out of her head for good.

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