Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

25. How's This For Fixing It?

*Harry's P.O.V*

The other six left, but Aeron and I stayed and told them to get us in a few hours. We wanted to listen to the songs again and see which one the fans actually would like.

I was on the couch and Aeron was lying with her head in my lap, playing with my fingers and mindlessly humming the beat to whatever song came on. My other hand was holding my head up.

The room was full of a relaxing aura. No drama or anything. Just peace.

Aeron sighed and got up, going over and turned the music down. I watched her, confused.

She turned and smiled at me.

"Hi." I smile.

"Hey." She chuckled.

I rolled my eyes playfully and she lazily made her way over, sitting in my lap. Her legs were on either side of me and she wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning forward to put her forehead on mine. I rubbed circles in her sides, looking into her eyes.

We stayed that way for quite some time until a slower song started to play. It wasn't new, but it was in fact our song, Lego House. Her grin seemed to widen as she dropped her head to my shoulder and hummed into my neck. I wounded my arms around her waist, squeezing her gently, but tightly to my chest. I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent and sang the lyrics softly into her ear.

I could feel her smile getting impossibly wider and she giggled as I changed the tone in my voice to a higher sound.

She pulled her head back.

"That's not how the sing goes, Styles." She says.

I chuckled.

"Who says the song can't be changed a bit?" I ask.

"The rules of song-singing." She says, matter-of-factly.

"There are no rules in song singing, babe." I reply.

"Yes, huh. They're my rules and they state clearly that no song can be switched by tone." She reciprocates, poking my cheek with the tip of her manicured and deep green, painted pointer finger.

"Rules are meant to be broken." I shrug.

"Not my rules."

"And if I do break these so called rules of yours?" I ask, testily.

"Every rule has a punishment."

"Is that so," I ask, kissing her jawline then her chin.

She giggled a,

"Yes."

"I feel falsely informed. Can I know more of these rules?" I query, pushing her hair from her shoulders and kissed the exposed skin of her chest just above her breasts.

The rest was hidden by her vest.

"Well, one," She says, taking my cheeks in her hands and lifted my head to look at her head on.

"None of that."

I grinned and moved her hands to her sides, going back to my previous actions.

"Rule one's broken." I mumble against her skin.

She hummed lowly and tugged at my hair. I let out a small and throaty moan.

"That's one punishment." She says.

I didn't really consider it so because I like it when she tugs at my hair. She gives off a dominant vibe when she's that way and I find it sexy.

"What's two?" I ask.