𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Rose-Colored Glasses: 3; New York, Amalfi Coast & Rome (Harry Styles)

Summary: (Y/N) is a 21-year-old student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts. When money becomes tight, she signs up to Seeking Arrangement, where she meets Harry Styles, a 30-year-old executive, who just wants a normal friend. Or, maybe more...
(Smut /  Unprotected Sex / Oral) 

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(Part 3 of 4) (Words: 8.9k)

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"I love being at your house..."
"You do?"
"Yeah... It is the most normal part of my day." He smiles, sitting on the floor before the coffee table.
"You should definitely come more often, then. I am sorry we are eating on the coffee table..." I take a sit close to him, opening the containers of Chinese food.
"It is fine. I like it like that." He smiles at me, picking up the bottle of wine to serve some in our glasses.
"How was your day?" I ask him, serving him some dumplings.
"It was weird. I kept thinking of how much I wanted to go away."
"Go away where?" I ask him, looking at him with knitted eyebrows.
"I don't know. Away. I want to leave town."
"Forever?"
"No, that would be impossible. For a couple of days, on a little retreat. I didn't enjoy the trip to Aspen. And God knows when was the last time I took a vacation." He replies.
"Maybe you should... You need a few days off. And of course, you didn't enjoy Aspen. You were preoccupied with the deal from the moment we arrived. And on your day off, we stayed in the hotel room. All that rain ruined our plans." I reply.
"I had fun on my day off. I know it didn't go as planned, but it was fine. Especially when you got tipsy and had me type your dissertation."
"The keys were jumping before my eyes." I giggle.
"I noticed. The typos on that last paragraph..."
"Well, wine and typing don't go well together for me."
"It was so funny, having you slur out sentences for me, giggling in between."
"I have told you I am not holding my liquor well." I laugh, digging into my fried rice.
"You are adorable when tipsy. A giggling mess." He pinches my cheek softly as I take my first bite.
"Where do you think of going on vacation?" I ask him, making him shrug.
"I don't know. I always wanted to travel to Italy, go around a bit, then maybe rent a yacht to explore the little islands."
"That sounds dreamy. They have amazing food, great architecture, museums that take whole days to explore. And the islands are beautiful..." I sigh, dreaming of the place with my eyes open.
"Have you been?" He asks me.
"No, but it is my dream vacation. I have searched so many traveling guides..." I reply.
"When do you think you will be available?" He asks me, making me look at him confused.
"Available for what?"
"For the trip to Italy. When should I book it?" He asks me.
"You can't be serious... Harry, that is insane..."
"Why? It will be pretty boring going alone." He replies.
"I don't know what to say."
"Just tell me when you will be available."
"From the 3rd week of May and onwards..." I reply.
"Let's say June then. I was thinking for a month-long vacation..."
"A month-long? Will the company last that long without you?" I ask him and he shrugs.
"They will be fine without me. My assistant and all the directors will be there." He replies.
"Can I ask for something? I mean, I know that even you taking me with you on this trip is a huge favor, but can I ask for one more?"
"Of course, anything."
"Can we leave the second week of June? Spend mid-June to mid-July in Italy. The Mediterranean is magical at that time of the year." I ask and he nods.
"That's all? That's the easiest favor I have ever been asked." He replies, taking a sip from his wine.

Per our agreement, Chrissy calls my phone at 10. Harry and I have long finished our meal and have been chatting away over our wine. Deliberately, I left my phone in my bedroom, so I could have an excuse to head there and take off my clothes. I slip the matching robe we bought on, tying it loosely so the lace of my lingerie can be seen without me layering off the satin cover.
I take a deep breath, still unsure of what I am about to do. But fuck, have I been dreaming of this moment for the past week...
I fix my posture and walk out of the bedroom, trying to mask the fact I am trembling down to my core.
"It has gotten a bit late, hasn't it? Should I get going?" Harry asks me, mindlessly looking at his phone.
"You can stay... You should stay." I reply, earning his attention. He looks at me surprised, scanning my body.
"Please stay..." I plead, untying the belt of my robe.
"What are you doing, love?" He asks me. I let the robe pool at my feet, moving ahead but still keeping a distance from him.
"I have been thinking about you... And I know you have to. So, if you want, we can upgrade this friendship..." I try to sound as seductive as I can, looking at Harry in the eye. He shifts from his spot a little, before standing up and walking towards me.
"Are you sure you want that?" He asks me, eyeing me up and down, taking in my appearance.
"More than anything. I have been thinking about you for so long..." I reply. He nods his head, pulling my close to his body by my waist.