Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

Ariel's POV

I still can't wrap my head around the fact we'll be visiting my hometown tomorrow. It's been so long since I've been there, that I crave it. Stephen agreed to our mini trip, saying that we could use a little break before the rush of our new song takes full affect.

I heard the labtop shut, and the printer going off. Few minutes later, Harry came out of the office. "Got the tickets." He said waving them in his hand. We leave tomorrow at eight-thirty in the morning, early yes, but we'll have more time there.

I nodded, walking back to our room to finish packing. I have just about everything ready to go, just set out an outfit to wear on the plane and things I needed to get ready. Harry packed a small bag, not needing very much.

I'm estatic we're going, but a little aprehensive about how I'll feel. I haven't been there since my mom took me to London, but as long as I have Harry, I should be fine.

"Love, what would you like for dinner?" Harry asked from the living room. I walked in, so I didn't have to yell.

"Breakfast?" I asked with a hopeful smile, eyebrows raised. He chuckled at my request, but nodded. I smiled and headed over to the couch. As I was about to take a seat on the couch, I was spun around and pushed gently on my back, having a certain someone hovered over me.

"What do I get in return?" His lips brushing my ear, causing me to shiver. I couldn't find any words to leave my lips, because he left me breathless. His emerald eyes boaring into my blue ones, his full lips just centimeters away from mine, his dimples that were perfectly indented in his cheeks as he waited my response. Just by the way he was looking at me drove me insane. I couldn't find anything to say, so I did the next best thing. As soon as my lips found his, I could feel his smile, knowing he had me hooked. Anytime I found myself desperately trying to resist him, I couldn't.

His hand inched up my shirt, and surprisingly I didn't flinch or pull away. Right now I was craving his touch, his skin feeling like fire. He came up a bit, allowing him to pull me with him to remove the material consuming my torso. Our lips disconnected only for a second, before finding each other again. He pulled back, exaiming my bare upper body, except my bra.

His eyes dilated, looking me up and down. "You're beautiful." He spoke almost breathless, making butterflies errupt in my stomach by the tone of his voice. I took the collar of his shirt between my fingers pulling him back down to me. His lips went to my neck, traveling down to my collarbones. My hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging. He leaned back up, taking of his t-shirt, exposing his toned torso. The black ink covered his chest and arms, and I loved it.

I heard him laugh at my expression, probably looking like a dog after he gets a bone. His lips found mine once more, hungrily. The taste of his kiss is almost addictive, and I wanted to yell at my stomach for growling, ruining our moment.

He laughed out loud, pulling away from my touch. "Come on, let's feed you." He said with a smirk. I laughed along with him, not being able to control it. He got up off the couch, reaching for his shirt, but I took it from his grasp. I slipped the material over my head, keeping my eyes connected with his.

"Don't look at me like that." He said in a warning tone. I looked at him confused, and he noticed. He came back over to me, making me scoot back on the couch, my back hitting the back of the couch. He placed his hands on either side of head, his breath fanning over my mouth.

"It's too tempting, and if you keep doing that, I'll have to take my shirt off, not giving it back." He said in a seductive tone. I was about to look at him in the same way, but he stood up, making his way to the kitchen. I got up when I saw his back was turned, looking for ingridents in the fridge.