stand here with me || h.s

12.

Twelve : Hallie

"So you're pregnant."
"I am."
"You...you're actually pregnant."
"I'm actually pregnant, yes." Marianne's tearful smile almost had me tearing up, but I held it together.
"But wait...are you getting married because you're pregnant or are you getting married because you love him and you want to get married?" She chewed on her lip before answering me.
"I'm getting married...I do love him, Hallie. More than anything, I love him. The only thing is, our parents are...difficult. If it was up to us, we'd take a while longer to have a ceremony and everything, but legally...we're doing the whole courthouse shindig."
"Can I still be your maid of honor?"
"If you want. There won't be anything fun about it, but sure." I clapped my hands happily.
"I'm going to put a ceremony together afterwards, just so you know. You have to have a wedding, Mar! I refuse to let you go without one."
"There isn't any time, Hal."
"Do you not believe in me?" I raised an eyebrow and sipped down my Malibu and Pineapple.
"I..."
"I've got this, Marianne. Trust me."
"Don't you have that first date with Harry tonight?"
"First, it's not a date. Not even close. If anything, I'll call it a meeting. To talk...about things."
"It's totally a date."
"Marianne, it is not a date. I haven't seen him in three weeks and we're going to get together to discuss...how things are going. You know, figure out where we're both at."
"You two have never been able to keep your hands off each other. You expect me to believe that there will be no sex."
"There won't be any touching." She rolled her eyes, seemingly giving up, at least for a little while.
"So, where are you at exactly?" I shrugged, still trying to perfect my statement for tonight.
"I need more time."
"Oh, Hallie." I groaned.
"You're annoying me. And I have a wedding to plan, so goodbye."
"Use protection." I decided to skip out on paying. She could pay since she was being a brat. "Try not to break anything." Her laugh was loud and pretty as I stuck my middle finger up and I walked out, but I still couldn't help but smile. I needed more time, it was simple. It wasn't like I was addicted to him. I could handle a simple meeting. It was going to be easy. Definitely easy.

***

The counter tile was cold against my bare back but his mouth was hot against mine. Hands grabbed at anything they get get a hold of and our skin was slick with sweat as we ground against each other. "So hot, baby...you're so fucking hot, Hallie..."
"Bedroom-bed-now." His arms picked me up and my legs tightened around his taught torso. We continued to kiss as he walked us down the hallway. Hungrily, breathlessly, anxiously...Marianne being right was a thought I pushed far away from my mind because Harry and I-well, I wasn't about to think of anyone else. My body slammed against the mattress and each of his hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. His teeth sunk into my neck, various spots actually and I moaned in appreciation. "Why are your boxers still on?" His dimply smile gave me butterflies and then I was pulling the thin material down his wonderful thighs. My clothes had already been removed...back in the kitchen. It was a heated moment, I guess.
"Ready?"
"For fuck's sake, Styles. Don't ask. Just do it." He complied immediately. Shoving himself inside which had me gasping loudly. My nails dug into his back before he pinned my hands up again. As our hands stayed clasped above our heads, he kissed me with almost as much force as he was thrusting into me.
"Tell me what you want..." I laughed into his mouth.
"You know what I want."
"Say it...I need to hear you say it." He bit my lip before removing his mouth from mine.
"Fuck me, Harry." The words were really all he did need. His pace quickened and his skin slapped against mine and I was smiling and laughing and I could hear his chuckle vibrate somewhere in his throat. It was different than the last time, it was happier...the only that made me cry was how out of control my orgasm was. It was unlike any pleasure I'd ever experienced. He rolled over onto his back and ran a hand through his hair while one arm was still perched under my neck. "We're bad at this." He laughed and pulled me closer so my cheek was pressed against his damp chest. Lips met my sweat coated forehead and I sighed and closed my eyes.
"I reckon control is not our strong suit." I kissed his skin that smelled so much like home.
"Has it ever been?"
"Not really, no."
"I have a wedding to plan."
"You...wait-you what?" I sat up and swung a leg over his body, straddling him. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs.
"Marianne. She's pregnant but before she shows, her parents want her to get married in the courts, so I'm putting an amazing wedding together."
"Well, that's very nice of you." I let my fingers run gently through his damp hair. "When is this said wedding?"
"Don't know yet. I need to figure out a lot of shit..."
"Heard wedding planning isn't easy, love."
"It probably won't be. But it's not like I have anything else to do."
"How's your mum and the baby?"
"She's the cutest little thing. She has Marcus's eyes but...yeah, she's still pretty cool. I like her."
"That's good, as long as you like her." His hands pinch my thighs, making me quickly roll off of him.
"Mhm." I made sure I was out of his reach because we actually did need to talk.
"What? What's the matter?" I shook my head.
"Nothing...nothing's the matter, we just need to talk. I mean, we should, right?"
"Right-yes, let's talk."
"No, not in bed. I can't...you need to put a shirt on."
"Erm, says the lady who knows I can't resist her little A's." He tried to reach for my chest but I flinched away, which in turn had me tumbling off the bed. When he scooted over and looked over the side, I was a giggling, naked mess on the Persian rug.
"You made me fall off the bed!"
"You alright, silly monkey?" I hadn't heard him call me monkey in so long. It had almost been a year, like practically a year.
"I'm good, yeah...fine." I stood up and pretended to wipe myself off. "Come on, Styles. Out of my bed." He did as he was told and rolled off. I watched his no longer erect member bounce around a bit before he pulled on his boxers and then his jeans and t-shirt. "How the fuck are you wearing jeans right now, idiot?"
"Self conscious about my legs, Hallie." I laughed because that was a loaded joke. He loved his legs, and I had to say, the thigh tattoo was a very nice touch.
"Oh right. I forgot how insecure you are." He wasn't. He knew he was pretty. The world knew he was pretty. He absolutely, definitely knew. After throwing on a sundress and not bothering to put undergarments on, we made our way out and back into the kitchen, where this whole hot mess started.
"So."
"So..."
"Have we come to a conclusion then?"
"Harry..." He stepped around the island and rubbed his hands up and down my arms.
"Don't say you're not ready...that...in there..."
"Was fun..." He groaned and stepped away. "It was fun, Harry, it was...but I'm not yet, I'm not ready." I grabbed at his escaping arms and then I cupped his face in my hands. "Hey, hey, hey...don't get frustrated with me."
"I'm not. I'm not frustrated. I just...that was so good..."
"Our sex is always good." He smirked and leaned against my palm.
"Tell me this isn't going to lead to nothing. Tell me I'm not going to come out of this without you."
"You're not. I need time, that's all. So much happened, Harry..."
"I know, I know...I just...I don't want to lose you. I want to know that I get to have you when all of this is over."
"So, wait...if I wasn't guaranteed then you wouldn't be wasting your time?" I let my hands drop only for him to grab at them again.
"No, no, god no...I just-I get scared, Hal...the thought of you..."
"I know. But, I'm here...I'm just...I'm still hurt, ya know? Yeah, that was fun and easy and we laughed and I loved it...but it doesn't make everything else just go away." He nodded.
"So, time, yeah?"
"Yes, please." I didn't stop him when he leaned down and kissed me. "Besides, I'm going to have my hands busy with this whole wedding thing." He chuckled and kissed me once more.
"I missed kissing you."
"You should go." I tried to fight my smile by biting my lip.
"I should go, yeah." He ignored the front door, instead, picking me up and kissing me hard. I knew we were going back to the bedroom. I needed time, but it wasn't easy. Definitely not easy.