Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 58

     Harry opens up his wallet, pulling out a row of condoms, breaking off two, and handing them to Zayn. "Now don't bother us for the rest of the night."

"I appreciate it, Mate." Zayn takes the condoms in his hand and places them in his pocket. Harry mockingly waves Zayn away as he walks down the small hallway leading to the door.

"Have fun you two." He grins. The blood rushes to my cheeks as I watched him leave from the bathroom.

"Very funny," Harry starts to shoo him away with his hands, "Now leave."

"You're very persistent." Zayn keeps adding on, "Be careful, Jane."

"Don't leave your date waiting, Zayn." I roll my eyes, hearing the door shut right after.

I stand with my back in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to unhook the buttons down my dress. So far I've only gotten two. Harry decided to stay in my room and while he and Zayn were arguing about condoms, I wiped off my red lipstick and took off my jewelry and hair clip.

I hear the front door shut, still being concentrated on my buttons. How hard is it to unbutton a dress?

Harry steps into the bathroom, taking off his rings and placing them on the counter next to my jewelry. "Do you need help?" He stares at my back through the mirror, trying to hide how hard he gulped.

I turn my back to him, letting him undo the back of my dress. I pull my hair to my right to make it easier on him.

"It would've been easier if you would've just let me rip the dress off of you." He carefully pulls the fabric loop off of the buttons one by one, his fingertips brushing against my back, sending chills throughout my body. I turn my head to the left, admiring him as I stare at him.

"Evie would never let me wear anything expensive again," I mumble, my eyes still focused on his hands unbuttoning just dress.

My heart hasn't stopped pounding since we got into the truck.

The strong urge to have sex with Harry made me forget that I'm not single anymore. He asked me to be his partner. I'm in a relationship with Harry. I'm in a relationship now. Harry and I are together. He wants to be with me. He sang a song for me. He asked me to a fancy ball. He bought me a diamond necklace.

I get all warm thinking about it. I can feel the blood rush to my face. My heart flutters anytime I think about it.

It only builds up the desire.

I turn around, instantly crashing my lips on his, grabbing him by surprise. He doesn't waste any time, pulling me closer to him by my waist. I press my lips harder against his, desperately wanting more and more of him by the second. He gently pushes my back against the bathroom wall, his lips leaving mine and roaming down my jawline.

My dress is slowly sliding off my torso, revealing my black strapless bra. He starts to kiss down my neck, subtly sucking on some sections more than others. I don't bother telling him not to leave marks. A part of me wants there to be marks.

I push my dress further down, it resting on my hips. My torso is fully exposed and I instantly get hit with the cool breeze. Harry brings his hands to my back, his hands roaming up and down.

I push down my dress further down and kick it off once it reaches my ankles. Now being fully exposed, I feel the small bit of insecurity rush through my veins.

He's never seen me like this before. He's never seen me naked.

He comes back to my lips, passionately kissing my lips instead of being rough. His hands cup my face, our kisses filling with more lust and desire for each other.