The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Bee's POV:

"My feet hurt," I whined as Harry dipped me again. "And I'm dizzy," I maintained the same whiney tone and Harry laughed.

"Alright," he pulled me back up to him. "To the bedroom?" he asked, as if I'd want to be literally anywhere else right now.

But I nodded anyway, and he returned the nod before dancing me over to the bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "You're not a real human," I stated. "Can't be. Or you've been doing cocaine every time you've gone to use the restroom, which is possible since you are a rock star." Harry plopped me on the bed, then disappeared into the bathroom. I stayed seated, thankful to no longer be standing, but called after him. "Is that it? Do you have coke? Speed?" I smiled to myself as I waited for his answer.

His voice echoed from the bathroom, "No, Bee, the only thing I'm high on is the fungus you've supplied me with." I heard a trickle of liquid being poured. I realized very quickly that he was peeing with the door open as he was talking to me which made me laugh and lay down with my legs still bent over the end of the bed, my arms out straight to my sides. I stared at the cream-colored ceiling again as I'd done numerous times this evening.

"How are you feeling though? Still tripping?" I asked loud enough for him to hear, listening as the toilet flushed and the faucet turned on.

He didn't answer immediately, and I heard a light switch flick and his quiet footsteps on the carpet as he returned back to the room. I lifted just my head up off the bed to watch him come in, a double chin forming as I did so but at this point in the evening I really didn't care about impressing him with good angles.

He smiled at me when we met eyes, a quiet smirk on his face that made his dimple pop.

"Not really," he said as he reached to pull his hoodie off, leaving him in just a black tank. I propped myself up on my elbows then and admired his arms that I hadn't seen since this morning, which at this point felt like way too long to go without it. "I wasn't really tripping though, but I was definitely at a good fuzzy level for awhile. Hence the dancing," he grinned at me then.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling no shame about how happily I was to be checking him out. "I've never danced like that on mushrooms. Usually I get into a little bubble on my own." I tapped my hands on either side of my rib cage as I watched him remove his tank top followed by his joggers and his purple socks. "That was really nice. Thank you for that," I said honestly, breaking my stare from his butterfly tattoo to look at his eyes.

I think my genuine tone registered in his mind because he looked back at me and rewarded me with a bashful smile while he folded his discarded clothing. "First the eye contact during sex, now you've never danced while on shrooms?" He feigned offense. "My poor sweet Bee, I believe the universe really needed us to meet," he teased, placing the folded clothing on the nearby table and sauntering over to me.

He stepped in between my parted legs, his eyes following his hands as they grazed down my body. My cheeks flushed at the sudden attention and I took a deep breath while I glanced between his face and his hands, which were making their way back up to the buttons on my blazer.

He chuckled then. "What?" I asked, not helping but to smile at how fucking cute he is.

He shook his head slightly and slowly unbuttoned my blazer. "You've been wearing this for so long," he said, opening the blazer up and pushing it at my shoulders with a pout, telling me - in his adorable childish way - to take it off. I smiled and sat up, shrugging it off and he took it immediately, folding it and placing it next to his clothes. I laid back on the fluffy comforter as he returned to unclasp and unzip my pants.

I heard the zipper and then a small gasp from Harry, making me shoot my attention to his face to see what was up.

He met my eyes with his widened green ones. "No panties, Bee?"

I blinked at him and shook my head, waiting a moment before saying, "Uh, yeah, I ditched the panties after you railed my ass earlier this evening," I said humorously. "The thong is in my purse. Did you forget?"

He raised his brows at my attitude, pausing his movements with my pants halfway down my legs. "No, Bee," it seemed he really enjoyed these two words, "I did not forget when you asked me to fuck you like a groupie in my dressing room," he deadpanned.

I shrugged, propping myself up on my elbows again. "Just checking." I watched him fold my pants neatly and put them with the other clothes.

He returned to his spot between my legs, standing over me, looking like he was contemplating his next move as his gaze kept not-so-subtly slipping to my pussy. I felt a wave of warmth all over, my brain just now comprehending the simple fact that he was attracted to me.

I sat up then, and in one swift move I removed my purple bralette. It had already been on for too long and I let out an exhale of relief once the fabric was off my body, and I lazily threw it toward the table all our other clothes were on. It landed on top of all of the clothing, draped over Harry's black clothes and my silver sequins.

I put my hand into a fist and jutted it toward myself in victory, making Harry chuckle above me before I felt his hands on either side of my jaw, angling my face up to his.

"Can I touch you?" He asked the question to earnestly, as if he hadn't ever touched me before. Maybe he thought I was tired after the dressing room fuck, or maybe he was just being a gentleman - either way, the request for consent made me wet.

I stared up into his green eyes and he moved his hands from my jaw to either side of the crown of my head, cradling my head as I craned my neck to take in his perfect features.

"Hmm? Can I?" His question sounded a bit more needy now and I watched his face as he waited for my response, wondering what was going on in his head. It blew my mind that he would ever have to doubt whether someone wanted to be touched by him. I was grateful every single time he touched me.

His eyes started to look a bit distressed and I realized I was really taking too much time to answer such a simple question. "Of course you can touch me, Harry," I whispered.

He leaned forward to close the short distance between us, brushing our noses together and exhaling deeply against my mouth before speaking. "I had a lot of fun earlier in the dressing room," he murmured, "but I want to take my time now." He backed his head up enough to meet my eyes again. "I don't even know if I want to have sex honestly, my dick might be too tired," we both giggled, "but all I can think about is touching you." I felt his thumbs rubbing small circles on either side of my head as he still had me cradled in his hands. His eyes darted all over my face with an overall look of longing.

I never want to wake up from this dream.

"You can do anything you want, Harry," I breathed, bringing my hands to rest on his forearms.

He shook his head slightly, slowly, before tightening his hold on my head just enough for me notice. "But what do you want, Bee?"

I ran my hands up and down his forearms a few times and tucked my lips into my mouth, rubbing them together in thought for a few moments before meeting his gaze again with unexpected tears in my eyes.

"I want to make the most of this," I said with certainty. "I'm not done with you yet, and I don't want to go anywhere," I said with a shake of my head to accentuate my point. Then I released one of his forearms and brought my hand to his jawline, running my middle finger down to his chin before pressing my thumb into the center of it.

His eyes were still searching mine, and he looked... innocent. Wholesome. But desperate. Definitely desperate.

"I already told you," he said lowly, and his expression shifted quickly as his grip on my head tightened yet again pulling me up even closer to his face, "You're not going anywhere."