Irish Luck

Chapter 27

Chapter 25 ~ Emily's POV

We all dismissed each other and went into the boys' rooms. Harry hooked around my waist and lead me to his room. He opened the door for me as I had all of my things in my hands. I held out a pair of pajamas that, of course, Mackenzie picked out for me. It was a long tank top like shirt with pink roses all over and lace straps. It came with cream panties that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. As I held up the material, hiding it from Harry, I decided the top was enough.

"Harry?" I turned to see his near his drawer.

"Yes?" he asked as he turned around.

"Do you have any pajama pants or something I could wear? I um, forgot to pack bottoms," I lied.

"I sleep in my boxers, love," he said, looking genuinely upset. I'd figure he'd be all over me with as minimal clothes as possible.

"All right, I'll just wear this ridiculous thing," I muttered to myself.

"What ridiculous thing?" he asked. I didn't think he would hear me.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I said teasing him, "Turn around, I'm changing."

He did as he was told as I quickly pulled my clothes off and put on the pajamas. "Okay, you're good." 

He turned around to see me and my awkward self in the too-suggestive attire. He didn't stare like I thought he would. He just glimpsed at it and smiled, "It looks nice, love." He turned back around and pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down. Underneath his pants were his boxers, which he started to change until I turned around. He was acting strangely, not like the perverted Harry I had met.

"Is everything alright?" I asked him as he turned around. He gave me a certain look, like a parent would give you before they give you a speech about safety or something.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something," he said, sitting on the bed and motioning for me to join him.

"Okay", I said scooting close to him on the edge of the large bed. 

"I know I came off as a bit, rude, but I wanted to change that," he said, looking up at me. His green eyes pierced into my turqiose ones. I appreciated the gesture.

"How are you going to change that?" I asked, interested.

"We should spend tonight just talking," he said, "Tell me about you."

"Well," I started to think of things to tell him, "I really like to read, I enjoy history, I am not afraid of spiders, and I'm a sucker for green eyes." He laughed at my last piece of information. "And you?"

"Um, I like to sing, I like to bake, I am not afraid of anything really, and I'm a sucker for girls named Emily," he joked. I playfully pushed him and he pushed me back. I decided to test his strength and push him a bit harder, but that backfired when he toppled me on the bed. His expression was impish as we both were laughing at our current situation. My hands crawled to the back of his neck as he increasingly got closer to my face. Our lips connected in a soft touch, turning into one of lust. Harry's eyes suddenly popped open and he recomposed himself quickly. He was in his original position at the end of the bed as I was still laid on the duvet. I crawled over behind him, my fingers playing with his curly hair.

"Are you okay?" I asked sweetly.

"We were supposed to talk," he said not turning around.

"I think we can do something much more entertaining," I purred into his ear. He turned around with desire in his eyes, but his expression quickly changed back to normal.

"No, no, talking is entertaining," he said, forcing a smile.

"Well I can tell you don't want to talk, Harold, what is all of this about?" I asked, confused. He was completely turned around to face me as we were sat criss-cross on the bed.

"I love it when you call me Harlod," he said seductively. I grinned as he decreased the space between us. He stopped just before our lips met and coughed in the back of his throat. "So, uhm, what do you do for fun in Sacramento?" His face looked innocent, like he didn't just want to ravish me.

"What are you doing, Styles?" I asked, quite confused about his motives.

"Well, what I was trying to do was not act like I only like you for your body but it isn't working out too great," he said, disappointed in himself. 

I leaned over to hug him, "It's the thought that counts." I pulled back to look at him and his crooked smile. 

"No, I really wanted to get to know you and make you understand that I lo-- like you a lot," he said, fixing himself quickly. I knew what he was about to say, and what he felt. I wasn't sure of what I was feeling, so I let it slide past.

"I know you like me a lot, Harry! You don't need to go out of your way to prove yourself like this," I told him. He smiled at me, his white teeth poking through. 

"But I do want to know more about you," he said.

"We can do that when we don't have all night alone together," I said invitingly. Harry's face was in shock at my advances towards him. He allowed me to climb on top of him, kissing his neck. Harry's large hands were placed on either side of my waist, pulling me up closer to his face. Our lips were connected as I melted into him. His lips traveled down from mine to my neck.

"Tell me when to stop," he muttered.

Harry's wet kisses trailed from my jaw down to my chest, "S-Stop." I pulled his smirking face back up to mine. Our kisses were long and filled with passion. His hand started to slide up my thigh and underneath my not-so-age-appropriate shirt. I pulled back and gave him a worried look.

"Okay," he said, stopping his wandering hands. I admired how respectful he was of me.  My fingers traveled to his messy brown curls, twisted them with my fingers as our lips worked together. He let out a growl from the back of his throat as I tugged. Harry turned us so I was underneath. He bent down and sucked harshly on the skin of my neck.

I gasped for air and pulled his neck down to my lips, "Two can play at this game." I returned the favor and left a large purple and red mark on him. He seemed satisfied with our playful games. 

***

"Harry? Are you awake?" I asked him. It was very dark in our room, and his face was five inches from mine and a pillow away.

"What is it, love?" Harry asked, opening his eyes.

"I'm scared," I said quietly.

"Of what?"

"The dark," I don't think he could see my embarrassment through the thick darkness.

"Nothing's going to happened," he assured to me, "I'm right here." He grabbed my hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. 

"Harry?" I called again, hoping he wasn't getting annoyed with me.

"Yes?" he asked sweetly.

"What is going to happen after I go back to Sacramento, and you go back to Holmes Chapel?" I asked. I think he could hear the sadness in my voice, he didn't need to see it on my face.

"Lets not think about that just yet," he whispered to me, "Lets enjoy being together now."

I had never really actually lived in the moment, I was conditioned to always think about my future, think of what was going to happen next. My parents had conditioned me to do what was best for my future, and to do good now to be better later. With Harry, I could live in the moment, and enjoy the now with him. 

"Ok," I replied.

He came closer and kissed my forehead, "Get some rest, love."