but the wait will be worth it

chapter seventeen

Present day
New York: two months later
June 30th 2012

"Mm... last night was amazing, Harry."

"Yeah?" I mumbled in between kisses. "Now... stop talking," I whispered.

She smiled warmly before pressing my lips to hers once more.

Her leg began to slide up and down my thigh, body pressed deeply into the bed. I hovered over her, legs intertwined. We kissed passionately for endless minutes, without even gasping up for air.

"Harry....." I continued to kiss her deeply ignoring her protest. A few minutes later, she spoke up again.

"Harry..... I need to leave," she sat up from under me, and stared intensely into my eyes. With a smile, I warmly kissed her again, refusing to let go.

"Harry, stop. I have school." She pushed me off of her, stumbling onto the cold ground. She stood there, wearing only my favorite t-shirt. Her hair was short and dark red, and her eyes were the sharpest shade of green. Her red-lipped smile covered her whole face, showing off a singular dimple. And this isn't even with mentioning her totally hot body.

"Clara.... wait." I grabbed her wrist as she pulled off her shirt and got dressed. Scanning her perfect figure, I lightly got up and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck.

She put on her boots while I remained occupied with her. Clara finally let go of me, smirking before pulling away from my kiss. She sweetly tickled my arm. I gave a short laugh.

"Yeah, you like that? If you want more, you're gonna have to call me up."

She slipped away from my grasp, opening the hotel door. I rolled my eyes and followed as she sped out into the hallway.

"We'll see about that," I called after her. With a shy smile, she turned back to me before disappearing.

Just as soon as she was out of my sight, Liam emerged from the door next to me. With a smart-assy look, he raised his eyebrows.

"Who was that? Girl number five of the day," he hissed before I could retreat back into my room.

I glared at him before speaking. "Fuck off, Liam. Were you spying on me?"

He shrugged as I left into my hotel room. Following behind me, Liam let out a judgmental scoff.

"So what is she this time? A stripper or an actress?"

I scowled at him and rolled my eyes.

"Like I said, fuck off Liam. I think I might actually like this one."

Liam raised his eyebrows. "Really? This just in: Harry Styles falls in love with one of his fuck buddies," he mocked. I hastily shoved him out the room.

"That's enough out of you. How about you let me live my life and I'll let you live yours."

He placed a hand on the frame, so that I couldn't shut the door.

"Harry," he began with an almost sincere face, "we're just worried about you."

My face softened as I gave a small smile. Thankfully, Liam saved me from the mushy words that were about to escape from my mouth.

"Worried about you getting an STD," he laughed annoyingly.

I rolled my eyes with a frown. "Leave." I quickly slammed the door in front of him.

Falling onto the bed, I picked up a book I had been reading. Scanning over the words hastily, I then quickly shut the book and threw it onto the bedside table. My head was to busy in it's own world to even think about someone else's story.