SPINNING OUT: A HARRY STYLES FANFICTION

HARRY'S HOMECOMING

The car ride to Harry's hotel was silent. If it wasn't for the sounds of the city and radio his driver was playing you could have heard a pin drop. These moments are the hardest ones because you are so sure of Harry's feelings and then it's just over. You look over to Harry avoiding all eye contact but can't help but notice how he's tapping his fingers along to the sound of the radio. Your journey from Long Island back to Manhattan was long. Once the car came to a halt outside one of the nicest hotels in Tribeca, your nerves were back. Harry got out of the car faster than you realized - fucks sake is he about to leave you stranded? You grabbed your purse and phone that was acting like a barrier between you, you grazed your hand against the handle and before you could get it open it was already opening with Harry on the other side waiting for you to exit.

You walked into the hotel with Harry closely following you. The doorman gave him a smile and a wink trying not to second guess the gesture you kept walking until you got to the elevator. You wondered if Harry was a few steps behind you just in case there were people around that might take a picture or have new gossip to tell their friends. When the elevator door opened Harry waited a beat before following you inside. The ride in the elevator was quiet. You wanted to break the tension, run over to his side and crash your lips into his and let all your worries go away. Instead, the both of you stayed on your respective sides.

The elevator doors open to his room. The bright lights of the city light up the space as Harry leads you into the living room. You've been in plenty of hotels but never one this nice. It almost takes your breath away. Your eyes scan the space. It's intimate. Somehow more intimate than his house in Italy. His luggage was left open next to his bed. Clothes scattered around. You noticed a frame on his bedside table — the same one from his trailer in Coachella. You were lost in your observations until Harry cleared his throat, he was behind the bar making himself a drink, his brows were up as he reached for the second glass, his nonverbal way of asking if you'd like one.

"It's 3am," you say, speaking up for the first time since you left the arena.

"That's a fact." Harry replies quickly under his breath.

"I'm really tired," you say as a yawn escapes you, emphasizing your tiredness.

"Another fact."

The two of you begin to laugh, breaking any of the awkwardness and tension by Harry's repetition, a proper boy thing to do. You thought to yourself before you spoke again, "Are you going to keep doing that?" you asked.

"No but only after I share this one last fact." Harry makes his way around the bar with an extra pep in his step. You had a puzzled look on your face as you watched him. He was now standing in front of you, his hand moving to cup your chin.

"I really want to kiss you right now," Harry says as he drags his thumb across your lips. Your eyes steady on his. You could feel the nerves coursing through his body to the tips of his finger that were firmly placed on your face. You knew those words had a weight to them and whatever happened next was going to come with consequences you'd deal with later. Harry's lips met yours, slowly, the hesitation in his actions because he was aware of how this was going to change everything. Your lips locked once, twice, three times before you swiped your tongue in his mouth to deepen it. Harry's body was leaning down to meet yours so you moved your arms from his sides to nudge him down on the couch next to you. You move your hands through his hair while Harry keeps his firmly placed on your sides - pressing and tapping as you continue to kiss. You stay like that, learning each other's bodies as you pull and tug and like clockwork you begin to move your body, lips never wavering from one another.

You want to stop time. You let yourself forget about everything around you. You wanted to go all in. You weren't thinking about your job or his or the repercussions of your actions. You let yourself be in and enjoy the moment for what it was. Your bodies were moving against each other and you both knew just as much how you'd gladly keep going into more but you didn't want to push it. You spent the rest of this night just enjoying one another's company, your hands and mouths never too far from one another. You fell asleep like that, the rise and fall of Harry's chest the soundtrack to your dreams that night.