As It Was (h.s)

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you got, you got, the cinema

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Aria's Pov

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After I've hung up with Kate, I stay seated on the edge of the mattress. The room is quiet, I can hear the chitter chatter of Harry, Sarah and Mitch outside. I glance around the room. So many memories had been made in this room. The room that hadn't changed one bit in the time I was gone, other than the sheets. These ones are a shade of dark green. The old white sheets that used to sit in place had been ruined with wine stains.

I smile fondly at the memory. Laughing with Harry as I jumped across the bed, pinning me to the mattress causing me to spill my wine on the sheets.

Then fucking me til I couldn't walk straight.

Before I realize it I'm lost in the memory of that night. The wine smell of wine in the air that we hadn't cleaned up. The feeling of his hands all over my body. The sound of his voice, instructing me as we changed positions. His hair messily falling in his face. The scratches I left down his back. The-

I blink twice as I'm pulled out of the memory. The thought of it leaving a heartbeat between my legs. I got up from the mattress and peeked out the window, seeing Harry and our friends on the patio still talking. I close the curtains slowly, leaving the room a little darker than it was, then walk over to the door and close it softly.

When I return to the bed, I crawl across the mattress and lay on my back, my head against the pillows. I lay my feet flat against the bed and lift my hips as i pull my underwear over them, pushing them aside as I lean back and close my eyes.

The pulse in my heat only intensifies as the cold air hits it. I reach my hand and use my middle and ring finger to slowly rub circles around my clit, while my mind thinks of Harry, and everything from the night so long ago.

The way he looked up at me as his tongue flicked out and put pressure on my clit, how his hands pressed my hips against the bed, holding me down. The smirk on his face as his tongue worked wonders against my heat.

I moan quietly and quicken my movements slightly, my hips rolling against my hand, my mind still on Harry. Harry and his voice. I think of how he had his arm wrapped around me holding me close to him as he pushed his cock inside me. 'Fuck..you're so prefect, baby...such a perfect pussy for me.." He had whispered in my ear as I took him. Oh god the way he held me. I couldnt get it out of my mind.

"Jesus Christ, Aria." I nearly jump in surprise when I'm brought back to reality, seeing Harry walk in the room and shut the door behind him, flicking the lock.

My face feels hot as I slowly pull my hand away from my heat. Now embarrassed, I close my legs and pull Harry's shirt over my hips, hiding my bare skin. I watch as he takes several steps closer to the bed, before crawling on the mattress in front of me, pushing my legs apart and setting himself between them. "You didn't think I wasnt gonna help, did you?"

Butterflies storm my stomach, my core craving to be touched again. "But...Mitch and Sarah-"

"Then you better be extra quiet, my love." Harry smirks. I nod in response, my eyes wide as I watch to see what he does next.

He reaches for my hand, seeing my two fingers, damp with arousal. He pulls them to his lips and takes them in his mouth, licking them clean. I damn near have a heart attack at the sight of it. When he's finished, he pulls them out of his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to the tips of my fingers before setting my hand down.

"Alright, pretty girl let's make this quick." He says, wasting no time pressing his tongue against my clit. I moan in response, pushing my hips against him. He stops me, his palms reaching up to hold my hips to the bed as he circles his tongue around my sensitive bits.