The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Bee's POV:

"I did not expect Sarah to be like that," I mused from my seat back on the couch while I watched Harry change. His hands made quick work of undoing the bow at the top, bringing each loose piece of fabric down to dangle on either side of his torso as he started unbuttoning the shirt from top to bottom.

Sarah and mitch had gone back to the hotel. I was grateful that we got to separate from them for a bit because I was mortified with my behavior. I needed to regroup and prepare myself before I saw them again. I wondered briefly if Harry had thought about that too, since Mitch and Sarah had seemed confused when he told them to go ahead of us. And it's not like he needed to change before going back to the hotel. I dismissed the thought, though. I didn't need any more reasons to love the guy.

Harry glanced up at me with a smirk. "You mean how she flirted with you?" He raised his eyebrows at me before returning his attention to his buttons. It was really endearing, how he was being so careful with the fabric under his large ringed hands. I smiled softly when my eyes flitted to the colors on his nails.

"Yeah, I mean is that normal for her?" I searched his face until he looked to me again.

He shook his head a bit. "I've never heard her talk like that. I think she was messing with you, probably because you're clearly obsessed with Mitch," he teased with that smirk still on his face.

"Jealous?" I relaxed back into the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.

He leaned his weight into one hip and put his hands into fists on either side of his waist. The mom stance combined with his now bare torso made me smile involuntarily before he said his next words.

"Maybe I would be jealous if you had even an ounce of game." 

His words wiped the smile right off my face and I felt the embarrassment creep up onto my cheeks.

He continued as he shrugged off his shirt. "I mean, really Bee, that was worse than when you figured out who I was. You were an absolute mess," he laughed and his hands went to the button on his black and gold pants.

Just as I opened my mouth in defense, he stepped into the perfect spot again, the one where the vanity lights shined all around him, and I forgot about feeling embarrassed. I stared at him, his glowing upper body muscles moving slightly as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before he shimmied out of them and bent down to pick them up. He folded them carefully in his arms and put them on a hanger next to him. It wasn't until I watched his hand reach to brush his hair back away from his face that I realized he was still talking.

"Bee," he sang out as he sauntered over to me in his black briefs. I straightened up in my spot on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair. He smiled at the sight of me coming back to reality and I had to keep my wide stare directly on his eyes to avoid looking at every other part of his perfectly sculpted body. He shook his head and chuckled as he reached me, then crouched down in front of me and put his hands under either side of my jaw. I felt simultaneously more calm and more excited with his presence so close to me again.

His eyes were dancing with amusement as he held my face in his hands. "I just made fun of you for a solid minute, and you were too busy fucking me with your eyes to even notice."

I held onto his hands and smiled even though I knew my mouth was squished up with his hold on me. "That's not very 'Treat People With Kindness' of you, Harry," I said in a sorry excuse for an English accent.

He tucked his lips into his mouth before smiling widely, his eyes looking over my face before meeting mine again. Every time he smiled at me it was like an electric shock in my heart.

"How can I make it up to you, Bee?" He looked at me expectantly and rubbed his thumbs lightly across my earlobes.

I licked my lips and peeled his hands off of me, pushing him lightly away from me causing him to stand and step back while I stood up from the couch.

I looked up at him and smiled sweetly before shuffling past him and walking over to the vanity at the other end of the room. I leaned against the vanity and faced him, looking him up and down again now that I was far away enough to see his full body.

"You can fuck me against the vanity in your dressing room," I suggested casually with a shrug of my shoulders.

He laughed lightly and then put his hands behind his back as he made his way over to me.

"You want me to fuck you here?" His amused look and tone was being taken over by lust with each step he took.

I nodded and reached up to unbutton my blazer. "Uh-huh. Like a groupie."

I was rewarded with another smile from Harry as he approached me. When he reached me, his hands started playing with either side of my open blazer before moving to the inside to rub them against my rib cage. I shuddered as the coldness of his rings met my warm skin.

I kept my eyes glued to his as I waited for his response, feeling slightly nervous that he'd be insulted by my request for him to fuck me like a groupie. I didn't know what was a turn-on or a turn-off to him but I was completely turned on by this situation so I decided to take the chance.

His hands moved down over my stomach before I felt them on the button of my pants.

"You want me to fuck you like a groupie, hmm?" He murmured, brushing his nose against mine as I felt my button release. Then I heard the small noise of my zipper. I swallowed but kept my eyes on his.

"Yes," I breathed.

He smiled and kissed my lips gently, barely puckering his lips. Then his hands slid into my pants at either side of my hips and pulled them down to my mid-thighs before suddenly spinning me around.

My ribs pressed up against the low counter of the vanity and my eyes quickly found his in the mirror. He rubbed up and down my exposed hips and smiled at me in the reflection.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked, confused at the shift in energy.

"I just feel like that was super smooth. I haven't done this - in this kind of setting - in a long time," he said proudly.

I shook my head at him and smiled. "So proud of you, but I've never done this in this kind of setting, so I'm feeling a little left out. Do you mind?"

He tilted his head at me and then brought his hands up to lift my hair up and let it fall down the center of my back. "I was jealous, by the way," he murmured quietly as his hands petted down my hair.

"What?" I heard him, but the words didn't really process.

His eyes met mine in the mirror again. "I was jealous that meeting Mitch had you so tongue-tied," he said slowly.

My cheeks flushed in flattery at his unexpected confession. My heart pounded but I took a deep breath to stay on track, not wanting to make things heavy like I almost had earlier before Mitch and Sarah came in.

"I knew it," I lied, smiling smugly into the mirror.

Harry smirked. "Yeah?" His hands found my bare hips again and he stepped forward so his body was flush against mine. I felt his dick on my ass through his underwear. He rubbed the side of his cheek against mine, still looking at me in the mirror. "Is that something you like? Knowing I'm jealous?"

I rubbed back against him, creating friction and making him take a harsh breath. 

"I'll let you know after you fuck me."