Catching Red Eyes - NYC

Chapter 17

Harry's hand released mine and he placed both his hands on my waist, pushing me up against the balcony wall so that my back was towards the city. He pushed his hips onto mine, pinning me against the wall even more. He brought his hands up to my face and leaned into me...kissing me...

His lips felt perfect on mine as I brought my hands up to his wrists and squeezed. He then moved his hands down to waist, under my t-shirt so that his hands hooked into my belt loops, never breaking our kiss. I moved my hands up to his shoulders and rested my arms there so that I could run my fingers through his hair.

He tasted like vanilla and lemon... this mixed with the sweet woodsy smell, sent my hormones in overdrive. I racked my nails over his back which made him moan into my mouth. He moved his mouth to my chin then to my neck...his hands were on my stomach now. I buried my face into his hair while he started nipping my neck, mixed with moving his tongue to my ear to my collarbone.

I never felt this before. This intense feeling of want. My legs were shaking as he moved his mouth back to my lips. He opened his mouth and I mimicked. His tongue was moving with mine and he tasted so sweet.

Before I could get my shaking under control, Harry moved his hands to my hair and pulled my head back and went for my neck again. He was gently sucking right under my ear and now it was turn to moan.

"Harry."

"Say it again."

"Harry, please. I can't handle this. I need you."

This made Harry attack my neck more while squeezing my hips, with his thumbs digging into them but in the most pleasurably way. I could feel him going hard on me.

Before I could even comprehend my pleasures, we were being yanked back inside by something.

"What the fu—"

"Styles!! The cameras caught all that shit just now!"

Oh. My. God. I was instantly mortified. I somehow found a seat and sank into it and put my head in my hands. Knowing how fast social media worked, I am sure everyone knew who I was now. My parents are going to see that. I hope I didn't get in trouble at school for this. Can you get kicked out for making out? No, right? While my head was spinning and my face reached its maximum redness, I heard people laughing. My head shot up. It was Harry. Why was he laughing? Wasn't he embarrassed?

"Thanks for the heads up, guys. We will keep it inside for now." The bodyguards disappeared and I glared at Harry.

"Maybe this is funny to you but not to me. Usually when I make out with someone, people aren't taking pictures!" I was pissed. I didn't care who he was or how hot he was with his swollen lips or how his jeans were still tight in the front or how much I wanted to rip them off him.

He stopped laughing and got down on his knees in front of me. He was now sitting in between my legs and my mind went somewhere dirty but I had to focus on how angry I was.

"Love, if you want this with me for real you cannot let this stuff bother you. This is my life."

I guess he had a point but it didn't matter because what would people think if they saw me like that doing that? My poor parents. They knew I wasn't a virgin but they didn't need it in their face like this.

"Rowan," he said as he pushed my hair back and rested his hands on my face, "I do not trust a lot of people. I don't do things like this with just anyone. I've met so many fake, terrible people who use me for who I am but when I saw you at that hotel in London, you were so quiet and innocent and then again today almost get ran over, I needed to know you...everything about you. Also, I am sorry for your boyfriend whom I just remembered you had."

He needed to know me...ever since London. He trusted me. He wanted me. Harry Styles wanted me.

"Wait, boyfriend?"

"Yea, the blonde lad you were with the other night at dinner? I understand if you want to be with him. I did step on his toes."

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Pryce is not my boyfriend, he is just a friend!"

Harry joined me in laughing now but cut me off by bringing my face to his and I instantly brought back to the lusty desire I was in earlier. I peeked my eyes open to see the curtains were drawn but just as I was putting my hands back into his hair, I heard a knocking on the door and he pulled away.

"Let's save some for later, shall we? I have a few more interviews I have to do today but tonight we will pick up where we left off.  I will send a car for you. Come in."

The door opened and some skinny blonde, tall woman from one of those tabloid shows come waltzing in with cameramen and lighting and more Harry's bodyguards. He pulled me aside as they set up his hotel room with all this stuff.

"My driver, Andy, will take you home and I will see you later," Harry whispered in my ear and kissed me on my cheek before greeting the skinny blonde.

"Miss Emerson, please come with me, I will take care of you," Harry's driver said to me, pulling me out of the door, down the elevator, and into the black SUV. The hordes of fans in front of the hotel was growing, as well as the cameras. How did they get pictures from all the way up there of Harry and me? I have to ask him later. My stomach flipped knowing that I could say that.

Before I knew it, I was home. I pushed back my apartment door, walked inside, and locked the door behind me. I looked around and smiled but then instantly felt exhausted. Getting ready this morning with Laurie and almost getting ran over felt like weeks ago. I went into my bedroom and fell onto my bed.