Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 70

(No Control - 70. Stockholm Syndrome)

I pull her against me as our kiss heats up, and her hand gently cups my cheek. It's such an affectionate gesture that I pull away from her lips for a moment to push my face harder into her hand. I can't believe I doubted her love for me for so long. If I can just get over this stupid insecurity over Louis I think this could really go somewhere. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else.

"You were amazing onstage tonight," she says, breaking my thoughts. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"Except when you were checking out Niall," I tease her, smiling.

"He grabbed his crotch," she says, slightly defensively. "The whole stadium was looking!"

"I saw you staring at Louis too," I tease again, but I'm not really serious.

"I'm only human, Harry," she sighs softly, and I can hear the indulgent smile in her voice. "I saw you blowing kisses at other women. Do you really want to go down this road?"

This is a very good point.

"OK, maybe not," I concede, opening my eyes and grinning at her.

"I thought not," she nods. "If I'm OK with you gyrating on stage with thousands of girls screaming your name, you can get over me checking out your bandmates."

How does she always get around me so easily?

I can't help grinning at her, and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why do you always win?" I wonder out loud.

"Win what?"

"Everything. You only have to smile at me and I fall at your feet. What have you done to me?"

I know what she's done to me: Made me fall in love with her.

"Nothing," she replies. "The feeling is mutual. I feel like I can't function properly without you, Harry."

A knock at the door interrupts us, accompanied by a shout from Niall.

"Harry! Are you decent in there?!"

"Of course we are!" I reply.

"What does he think we're doing?" Jess asks innocently, and Niall's comment about her mouth around my dick pops into my head. I cast a guilty look over my shoulder at her, and open the door.

Niall nods at me, and says hi to Jess, before asking me for his iPod charger. I don't even remember ever borrowing it, if I'm honest. I crouch down to look through my holdall.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys," Louis says from the doorway.

"Yeah right," I mutter under my breath.

"It's OK, you didn't," Jess says sweetly.

"Sure," Louis says knowingly, and I don't have to look at him to know he is wearing a cocky smirk.

"Can I have a selfie?" Jess suddenly asks, and I look up to see colour flooding her face as Niall laughs.

"Of course," Niall replies, and I don't have the heart to tell him she probably means Louis.

Stop being jealous, stop being jealous, STOP BEING JEALOUS.

"Err, she meant me, I'm her favourite," Louis sniggers, and I watch him drape his arm casually around Jess's shoulders.

"Stop saying things like that! You'll give Harry a complex!" Jess moans as he pulls out his own phone and takes a selfie of them.