The Truth

The Lust

When we get home, Harry teases me because I didn't want him to change outfits. He knows I like it when he claims me like that and when I get to claim him too. That's something we have enjoyed forever. I still remember when we were in the band and we had any shoots, he would always try to be close to me, any part of his body on any part of mine. It was like this newfound feeling we had took over us. He's tactile as fuck, always been, and it never bother me, on the contrary, his hands and lips were always soothing.

How exactly curiosity turned into this thing neither of us could control? When I first laid eyes on him, I remember thinking he was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. Then we were put together in this huge thing called One Direction and I got to spend more time with him. I discovered we were utterly different, from music tastes to food tastes to styling tastes.

That made it all more interesting, though. He would show me the world through his eyes, and I would do the same. We exchanged so much shit during those years that at some point it was like we had merged into one another, even mirroring our movements and our eyes always locked to the other.

I look at him now, all broad shoulders, short hair, couple of days stubble (he finally got to grow some facial hair), lips defined and so pink and so delicate I could kiss him forever. He caught me staring and I saw the beginning of a smug smirk forming on that delicious mouth of his.

"What's my man thinking about, huh?"

"Was just thinking which way I would fuck you like today. Was wondering if you are up for some freak' stuff or if you are feeling more like a vanilla typa thing." I say, knowing he was into foreplay, loving how dirty I'd be to get him in the mood. Not that he needed much, though. He eye-fucked me before licking his lips, ideas forming in his mind already.

"Guess we can get creative. You always surprise me so we can see what happens as we go."

"Sounds like a plan. How about you start undressing and getting yourself ready while I go prepare us a bath, yeah?" I said lowering my voice, making it sound like a growl. He just nodded, inhaling sharply. I walk toward him slowly, cupping his face and pulling him to me to kiss him.

"Oh shit, I love you so much, baby." He whispers and I return the sentiment, slap him on his ass, getting a giggle out of him, and move us to our bedroom.

I leave him in the middle of the room, looking at me longingly. How was it that after all these years our love and lust had done nothing but grow? After all we've been through, one would think we're bored of each other or that we don't wanna keep fighting for us, for what we have and feel, but nothing farther from the truth. I would lay my life down for him and I know so would he for me. He's extremely protective of us and he has shown that much over the years. He did it when Nobody is Listening was out, saying repeatedly in his concerts sing like Nobody is Listening.

He did it also with all the shit with the Hadids, too. Boy, did he get mad about that. I had to physically tackle him and kept him pinned down to bed, and not for the fun stuff. Never in my life had I seen him that angry. It took some time and a shitton of talking to get him to calm down and not go for them. We couldn't afford that, though. 'S not like I didn't want to take them down, 's just that I cared more about our future and my baby and him being able to be with me, like the family we are. When he got my point, he was still fucking mad, and is not like G is his or mine, for that matter, cup of tea anymore, but the image I present to my daughter is more important to me than what the rest of the world thinks. Harry and my baby's opinion, the rest can go to hell.

With him though, I think he got me all figured out and knows I kinda got a kink for that, for him defending us and takes advantage of it. Perv. I do enjoy it, though.