Meant For You

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Chapter 22: PG guys! PG! 

--- Harry POV ---

When we touch down in Mexico City I’m so tired I could sleep for a year. The outside air is humid and almost stagnant, only adding to my confused, sleep deprived mind.

As we were walk off the plane and along the tarmac to the terminal I slid my arm around Hope’s waist, resting my head against hers. I hear her laugh. God I’ve missed that sound.

“Tired?” She giggles and in return I can only muster enough energy to groan slightly. “You should’ve slept on the plane.” She exclaims, still giggling her toned ass off.

So, perhaps I should explain. Even though our flight was hours long and I know I could’ve gotten some sleep… I just couldn’t.  While taking off Hope and I had to sit in separate seats, but as soon as we were in the air, I’d dragged her from her seat and whisked her to the couch that was in the plane. In the end we just sat in each other’s arms and watched a movie. I didn’t even watch it, I was too engrossed in watching her. Hope herself only watched the first half hour before she fell asleep, curling her body into mine. It was one of those blissfully peaceful moments that the boys and I hardly ever experience. Everyone was exhausted from all the shows we’d been doing and the plane trip and the next few days were sort of a chance for us to… wind down, before the next round of shows here in North America.

“Seriously, babe. Why didn’t you? You must be tired, hell I was completely exhausted and I haven’t been performing almost every night for months now. I can only imagine how you feel.” She says thoughtfully, lightly running her fingers over my hand that rested at her waist.

“Imagine this; there is this one thing in the world that is just… so beautiful. It surpasses all other sights you could ever see and any other beauty pales in comparison. The centre of my world. How could you not stare at that?” I ask her, my face completely serious. I smile widely as I see her blush and hear her breathing stop.

“I wouldn’t know. I always think I’m looking at it too.” She whispers back staring into my eyes. Now I blush, but I have to make a smart ass comeback.

“Well, I suppose you do look in the mirror everyday so…” I trail off as Hope hits my chest lightly, laughing loudly.

“Shut up! You know what I mean.”

“And I meant what I said.” I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver before she sighs and spins around. By this time we’d made it inside the terminal and into baggage claim… surrounded by about 40 fans. We didn’t notice them though.

“I’ve missed you.” Hope stares into my eyes while she winds her arms around my neck. I’ve missed her eyes so much. The stormy blue pierces into my soul and I suddenly feel the breath rushing into me, my body sighing in relief.

“Mmm.” I mumble to her, too caught up in staring at her to even process a feasible reply. She smiles cheekily at me before leaning in close to me. My breath catches. Her lips gently graze mine and she smiles, our noses and foreheads touching. She begins to pull back but I don’t let her bet that far.

I pull her to me and spread my hands across her back, forcing her chest flush with mine; looking deep into her eyes before they flutter closed and I crash my lips to hers.  Hope’s back stretches as she arches against me, trying to get our bodies impossibly closer. I need her closer. Still impossibly closer.

I move my arms down to the back of Hope’s thighs, tugging for her to jump. She obliges, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling herself flat against me. Begging for entrance, I sweep my tongue against her bottom lip and she moans quietly before obliging. She grinds her pelvis against mine subtly and I can’t restrain the groan that leaves my mouth.