Taste (H.S. / A.U.)

Chapter 35

TRIPLE UPDATE: Chapter 34-36

HARRY STYLES

My phone was buzzing but I ignored it, I knew it wasn't going to be Elle because she was probably already asleep. Nothing in life has ever seemed more important to me than putting on a show and feeling the connection with fans, lighting up the room, and creating something bigger than myself. Today though, today I would have easily put a pause on that and not gotten in that cab to leave. Tearing myself away from Elle while she burrowed into the blankets, my jumper and a clean pair of underwear were all that she had on after the shower, but easily I could have ripped them away and started another round. My dick pressed tightly again my jeans just at the thought of her.

I had to force myself to leave. In a few hours she was going to be leaving to head to South Africa and I was already almost an hour later than I promised Mitch I would be while headed off to Warsaw. Thankful for time differences, because it will give me enough time to rest on the flight but then prepare and take my place on stage tonight. 

Normally I would be the poster-boy for telling one of my bandmates that this was frivolous and silly to be jet-setting and harboring such difficult time stamps all for the sake of getting laid. Yet, here I was. Because you know it has already started to feel like more than that with her.

I trace a finger over the rim of the cup, my tea already harboring on the edge of being too cold to drink. There was a slight amount of turbulence at the beginning of the flight and I thought a hot tea would sooth my cockles and help me relax, only it wasn't doing the trick because I hadn't touched it. Instead I was researching on my phone a romantic place to have dinner in Werchter, Belgium because that is the next time I will see Elle alone. Well, not alone, because we invited Ricky and Jade to join her, but I have the potential to steal her away after.

A date?

I was wrestling my mind tonight. It was continuing to remind me that I might have started connecting on a new level with Elle and my heart was not ready for that honestly. Elle did not reciprocate those feelings and there was no way I was going to bring them up and embarrass myself. Of course, Harry Styles the womanizing monster he is has fallen for another random girl, and now he wears his heart on his sleeve and admits to them, only to find out the girl never cared all along and it was a rouse to get fame or whatever. A tale as old as my career honestly.

Elle is not like that. Even though she doesn't like you, it is because she has her own shit happening in life, like a divorce you dickhead. Stop trying to pressure her into moving on before she is ready and instead just embrace the time you have together.

But, for how long? How long till she is tired of you and moves on?

The thoughts were becoming toxic and I didn't want to fall asleep with a sour taste in my mouth, so I tried to instead focus on the list of restaurants and their intricate menus. I wasn't sure her favorite type of food, so picking a place was intimidating. Elle cooked for a living, if I picked the wrong place she could easily tear it apart and make me feel like an idiot for having terrible taste.

She wouldn't do that, she's too kind and beautiful. Sweet and funny, and lovely. Her hair smells like fresh flowers. Her smile has the best creases, like she was made to forever be happy. Eyes brighter than the ocean at high tide, breasts that sat so perky and consistently begging for my mouth. Her ass was better than any Hollywood starlet that spent hours sculpting the same one, hers was crafted perfectly naturally. The porcelain smoothness of her skin encouraged me to leave marks of my success in the form of scratches, bites, love marks, and hopefully a rough handprint to her ass like earlier.