A/N: thanks to the person who messaged me saying I should delete my awfully written and lame stories. Real nice.
On a lighter note, hope you enjoy this chapter :)
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***Warning: Sexual Language***
Carrie-Ann felt rough getting off the plane in New York, she knew she'd have slight jetlag and the thought of meetings all day tomorrow with her publishing house made her want to hide in bed for a few weeks.
Harry was also feeling it, but not as much as her. They held hands walking across the Tarmac, they'd taken a private jet but paparazzi were still waiting for them despite it being 7am New York time.
Harry wasn't sure if she wanted to hold his hand but she held it tighter when he tried to pull away.
"Let them take their photos," She mumbled, "I couldn't care less,"
Once they were at the hotel Carrie-Ann went straight to sleep and Harry emailed as he was too awake to sleep. It was either that or he was trying to figure out how to tell Carrie-Ann about the house. He hadn't thought of a subtle way to tell her, every which way she would be annoyed.
And he wasn't ready for that.
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Carrie-Ann huffed slamming the hotel door behind her the second she got in. She kicked off her heels and unbuttoned the top of her blouse that had been suffocating her all day during the most boring meetings of her life. They started at 9am and finished at 5pm but thanks to New York traffic she wasn't back in the hotel until now, which is 6:15pm.
Harry poured himself a tea. "Good day?"
She tied her hair up. "Long day,"
"Tea?"
She headed for the bathroom. "No thanks, I'm going for a bath," She shut the bathroom door behind her and ran the bath, sighing as she watched the bath bomb dissolve.
After her bath she felt a bit better, her muscles were sore from yesterday's work out. She got into bed, Harry was sat watching to in the lounge area.
"You okay?" He asked her.
She nodded taking out her laptop and opening her book up to begin writing.
He didn't know what to do, she was clearly in a bad mood and he always wanted to make her feel better but he knew it was better to just leave her be whilst in this mood.
"Do you want any food?" He asks.
"No, I don't." She snaps rubbing her eyes. "I just want to work on my book, okay?" Her eyes met his apologetic ones and immediately she felt horrible. Sighing, she sets her laptop to the side and gets out of bed. She sits in his lap and kisses him. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired and stressed."
He playfully nibbles her bottom lip. "I know, you've worked enough today, can't we have play time?" He pouted.
She laughed kissing him long. "I love you Harry Styles,"
"And I love you but if you work all night there's going to be some problems,"
She raises her eyebrow challenging him. "Oh really? Like what?"
He lays her down on the sofa, kissing her once more. His hands brush up her sides before finding her breasts. "You really want to know?"
She nods watching as he peels her bed shorts down her legs and throws them somewhere. He kisses up her stomach, her centre completely bare to him now. He slides her vest over her gently, kissing her neck as he does so.
Lowering himself back down to her centre, she moans watching as he kisses her, his tongue flicking out every so often teasing her.
He takes one long lick and her eyes roll back as she mutters "fuck."
He smirks alternating between long, slow strokes and short, quick jabs. Both of which make her stomach quiver.
She takes hold of his hair as he concentrates on her hood, he suckles slowly, his tongue lapping.
"Right there," She moans, her back arching. He takes his right hand and pushes her stomach back down. With his other hand he inserts two fingers, curling them towards her g-spot.
Carrie-Ann moans as her legs shake. "I'm gonna come," She cries, both hands grabbing his hair. "Keep doing that, right there." She begs.
Harry smirks giving her one last lick before pulling away, he removes his fingers and wipes his mouth. "That's the sort of problem you can cause," He laughs walking away.
Carrie-Ann stared at him in shock. "You're going to leave me like that?"
He shrugs getting into bed. "Yep,"
She huffs frustrated, throwing on her vest leaving her shorts off. "Fine, I can pleasure myself, but be warned Harry - you've just started something you will definitely regret." She stomps off into the bathroom leaving an amused but slightly on edge Harry in bed.
