Long Way Home(One Direction Fanfic)(EXTREME EDITING)

Part 4

Songs for this chapter-

The Other Side- Jason Derulo

Shush- Rachelle Royale

International Smile- Katy Perry

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~Jane’s POV~

 

Harry’s hands were on either side of my head, my back pressed to the wall. Like in the club, my hands were all over him, in his hair, roaming over his back, anywhere I could touch, really. Harry slipped his tongue into my mouth as he started to lift the hem of my tank; my top had come off a long time ago. I moved my hands to his chest, attempting to undo the buttons of his ridiculous shirt. After he had gotten the shirt from off my chest, his hands immediately went for my bum, lifting me to up to carry me up the steps to his room, our lips never parting.

He walked into his room with me still on his hips. Gently, he laid me down on top of his bed, his body following closely, pressing onto me.

“Harry,” I breathed as his lips went for my neck, my fingers in his hair.

“Say my name again Jane,” he said as he continued all the way down to the tops of my breast, his lips quick and wet.

“Harry, no, we need to stop,” I put my hand on his sculpted chest and tried to push him away.

He lifted his head from off my chest and looked me in the eyes, his dark with lust and want.

“Why?” he asked as he went down again, this time sucking behind my ear, my nails digging into his back in pleasure

“I don’t want to lose my virginity my first night back in London.”

Harry stopped and sat up, gazing at me in shock, “You’ve never…”

“No, I’ve never had sex.”

“Oh.” Was all he said as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re great, I just don’t want you to do it with me and be disappointed when I suck at it.”

He propped himself up on his elbow, his attention now on me, an incredulous look on his face, “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t want to do it with you.”

I looked down at my hands, twiddling with my thumbs. Harry put his finger underneath my chin and tilted my head so I could only look into his eyes.

He smirked before he leaned into me again, pinning me to the bed. His lips crashed onto mine. I put my hands back on his chest, but not in protest. Harry’s lips were magic, all I could see were sparks. I pulled his shirt over his head, our mouths breaking contact only for a short second. Harry undid the button on my shorts and began pulling them down, revealing my red underwear. I reached for his belt buckle, my fingers shaking with anticipation.  I pushed his jeans down as far as I could; he did the rest. We were now both in our underwear.

“You look so amazing,” Harry murmured against my neck.

The breath hitched in my throat as his fingers played with the band of my panties.

I buried my head into the crook of his neck and started kissing him, trying to make love bites of my own.

To say this was the best night of my life was an understatement.

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I rolled over in the bed only to find Harry, a grin stretching across my face like a mad fool. His face was soft and peaceful in slumber, his curls a mess. I pushed some of them out of his face. Moans escaped his lips as his eyes began to slowly open, meeting mine. A small smile spread across his face.