One Direction One Shots 2

And It's Coming Closer (Harry)

The morning had been a frustrating interrupted attempt. There was no hint of light in Harry’s hotel room – the curtains were closed and, even if they hadn’t been, it was only 5 a.m. I was lying on my side in his bed, facing the wall – I couldn’t have seen Harry moving even if there had been light. I opened my eyes and wondered what had woken me. The question was half-formed in my head when I felt Harry slide his arm under the covers, up and across my hip. His big hand pushed my shirt up slightly and rested on my stomach. His long fingers began trailing slowly up and down my skin, making the muscles beneath contract and my breathing hitch slightly. He inched closer to me under the blankets, pressing himself against me – his breathing  coming hot across my neck. His fingers continued to stroke up and down, up and down, and I closed my eyes, trying desperately to steady my breathing so it didn’t come out ragged and loud. All parts of me were suddenly fully awake. 

He stopped the dizzying circles he was making across my stomach and slowly started to move his hands up, pushing my suddenly cumbersome shirt out of the way. His hand reached my breast and, for a moment, fell quiet there – cupping me and lingering. I felt his chest press into my back, his nose nuzzling behind my ear. His voice crawled into my ear – raspier than normal, still thick with sleep. “Is this okay?” he asked, brushing his fingers across my nipple. I licked my lips and, answering a bit more eagerly than I anticipated, I groaned out “God, yes.” He laughed out a little, low and breathy. He squeezed my breast softly in his big hand, massaging it – rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. I moved my head back and to the side so that it rested on his shoulder, keeping his beautiful mouth near my ear so that I could hear him. 

His hand left my breast and moved again to my stomach, grazing the skin there and moving down. I slid my hips back, against him slightly, as he slipped his hand into the shorts I’d slept in. He let out a short, low growl. I barely heard it, but it was there and it was enough to make my blood move a little quicker. He ran his hand down, in between my thighs, sliding down the inside of one leg and back up the inside of the other. I felt him nuzzle into my hair, and back to my ear -  I could hear his breath coming quicker and quicker. He touched his tongue to the base of my earlobe and slid it, slowly, up. Returning to my earlobe, he drew it into his mouth, sucking on it, nibbling on it while his hands continued to move. 

His hand continued its journey down the inside of one leg and, this time, came up right in between my thighs so that his long fingers moved against my slit. I gently, unconsciously, bucked my hips against his fingers, needing him to feel me, to slip his fingers into me. He slid his fingers down me, towards my entrance and then up towards my clit. I was growing wetter and wetter, and more and more impatient. I growled out his name, pushing it up from the back of my throat: “Harry…jesus, please, Harry…” In the midst of my plea, another sound arose from the nightstand next to his side of the bed. It was a quick, loud beep – someone texting him. 

I moved my hand down and placed it on top of his, eager to ignore the noise. He kissed me again under the ear and down my jawline as he began to rub my clit. I moaned, everything in me arching towards his touch. And there it was again: A second quick, loud beep. And not two seconds after that, his phone burst into song. Someone was calling him. 

“FUCKING HELL,” he roared, pulling his hand away from me. He rolled away, towards the nightstand and I left myself fall from his shoulder, on my back in the bed. He sat, perched on the side of the bed while I lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling -  my blood still throbbing through every vein – my core still begging for his hand back. 

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!” He yelled into the phone, letting whoever was on the other end of it know that they had catastrophic timing. “I know that. I knew that. I’m coming. Calm down. I’m COMING.” I couldn’t help it – I started to laugh. Harry was coming – just not in the way we’d hoped. He turned and looked at me over his shoulder, the realization of what he’d just said washing over him. His mouth broke into a wide grin as I laughed.