Through the Awakening (Harry Styles) [Bk. 2]

64. Anymore Questions?

Author's Note

Hello my loves!! I am so sorry i have not updated in a while, school has really been taking up my time. However, here is another chapter and i can honestly say the chapters that are to come have me very very excited!! i love you all!!! Thank you so much for your patience. Please let me know what you think down below in the comments :) BYE BYE!! Xxxxx

Harry's POV

"Alright my love we should go to bed." I say gently moving Elizabeth off my lap and stood up."It’s pretty late and I'm sure the gang is already asleep."

Elizabeth giggles. "Yea."

"Plus, I assume you would want to wake up early to open presents." I add with a wink and walk over to the door placing my hand over the door knob.

"Wait." Elizabeth says, placing her hand on my arm. I turn my head and look down at her. "I have a question."

"Yea?"

Elizabeth removes her hand from my arm and tangles her hands together causing me to smile. I adore her nervous gestures, they help me read her more clearly and it lets me know that she is affected by me as much as I am with her.

"Yes, Ellie?" I prompt, as she stood in front of me, silent. "What is it?" I ask, alarmed, turning my body completely around to face her.

"Nothing, it's just that..." She pauses, biting on her lower lip; my eyes quickly divert to them for a couple of seconds before I look back at her. Elizabeth is such a beautiful welcome distraction; it's so hard not to be lured in by her.

"You said earlier that I had no idea how much power I have over you." Elizabeth states, I nod at her to continue, giving her my undivided attention.

Elizabeth's POV

"Well, what did you mean by that?" I ask and a slow grin starts to form on Harry's face.

"What did you think I meant?" He smiles, wickedly, and his eyes darken. Not in the demon way but in a way that send shivers down my spine.

"I- I don't know," I stutter. Really, Elizabeth, stuttering?

"That's why I'm asking." I add and Harry lets out a small laugh.

"And that's why I'm asking you." He says taking a step towards me. I smile, but I know it's only to hide the nervousness building inside of me.

"Harry I'm serious." I whine placing my hands on his chest fisting at his shirt.

"So am I."  He replies, playfully, I stay quiet glancing up into his beaming green eyes. After a while, he finally starts to notice I'm growing impatient.

"Well, I meant a lot of things by it." Harry shrugs placing his hands on my waist. "But, occasionally, I find it hard because you have no idea what you do to me."

I tilt my head. "What do you-" I gasp, soft lips pressing against mine.  Harry grasps my face in his hands, his fingers threading into my hair. It takes a few beats for my mind to finally catch up and when it does I could feel it spinning. What is happening?!

Harry's lips are soft against mine but they slowly start to build. I move my hands to his chest and mold my lips against his. A groan escapes deep in Harry's throat and he pulls away just enough to push me against the wall. I blink at him and his lips are on me again, pushing his hips against mine, holding me in place against the wall and the muscles in the deep part of my belly clench. Harry's movements become more wanting and needing, his tongue slips into my mouth and a small, soft audible moan escapes my lips, involuntarily. It's so unexpected and even though I know he can't see me, I blush. None of our make outs have ever been this intoxicating.

I close my eyes, savoring, running my hands up his chest to his neck and before I could give him the same sweet intensity, he pulls away.

"That is what you do to me." Harry whispers breathlessly. I slowly open my eyes staring up at him, my lips empty without his rough tough. Harry chuckles.

"Breathe." He orders softly, his eyes wild and filled with humor. I exhale; I didn't even realize I was holding my breath.

"Any more questions?" He smirks, his lips red and a bit swollen. A few strands of his hair were hanging off of his forehead. Can he look any more mythical?

"No." I whisper, still starring up at him, completely captivated.

"Good." Harry says, appreciatively. “Because ,I'm not done with you yet." He adds, placing his hand under my chin and I giggle. Harry smiles and his mouth claims me once more.

I dig my fingers into his hair and Harry moves his hands down my waist to my hips bending his knees. I gasp, once I feel being lifted. Immediately, I wrap my arms around his neck, as a reflex, my legs on either side of his waist.

"I've got you." Harry says with a small laugh starring up at me, his hands on the back of my thighs.  I smile, blushing, biting on my lower lip. I bend my head down pressing my lips against his once more closing my eyes and I feel him walking. I have no idea where he is going until i feel a solid surface beneath me and it was then i realized that he placed me on top of the counter by the sink.

"What are we doing?" I ask, grinning pressing my forehead against his.

"Whatever we desire." He whispers, breathlessly; making my stomach clench.

I reach my hands down to the hem of his t-shirt slipping my hands beneath the material. I spread my fingers feeling his skin. Harry tilts his head to the side and presses soft kisses on my jaw.

What the hell is going on?! I have never done something like this! But it feels so right.

"Go ahead." Harry says, his breath hitting my neck. I grab the hem of his t-shirt; smiling and I hear the door click open.

"Oh my God."

Harry and I immediately pull away; he turns and the both of us stare, embarrassingly, at Sophia.

"I'm sorry. It's late and I thought you two already left and-" Sophia blushes, looking anywhere but at us. "I'll just use the other bathroom." She murmurs turning around.

"No, Sophia, it’s okay" Harry says stopping her. "We are heading to bed."

"Totally" I nod and just when I was about to jump off the counter, Harry turns picking me up from my waist and tosses me over his shoulder.

"Harry!" I say, only loud enough for him to hear; not wanting to wake anyone else.

"Goodnight Soph." Harry says casually strolling past Sophia and out into the hallway. I hold myself steady with my hands on his back and lift my head up. Sophia is hiding her smile with both of her hands and I stare sheepishly at her as Harry starts to head up the stairs.

Sophia's POV

I pull the covers back, still smiling at the event that awkwardly occurred; slipping back into bed. I lay my head on my pillow turning onto my side facing Liam.

"Everything alright?" Liam asks, groggily.

"Yea, just went to the bathroom."

Liam scoots closer to me and I cuddle into his chest, closing my eyes, feeling very tired. However I have a feeling some of us are going to be even more exhausted in the morning.