At the End of the Day...

Chapter 6

"What would you two like for drinks?" The waiter asks us, as we take our seats.
We are sitting in a very secluded area where nobody will be able to tell it's Harry, but we are still experiencing the vibes of the restaurant.
"I'll have a Margherita, thanks," I tell the waiter. He writes the order down.
Hm. That's funny. Usually I'd be asked for ID. Well, I'm glad I wasn't.
"And I'll have a vodka and lime, please," Harry says with a charming smile.
I used to think that Harry's smile was deliberate. Like he was trying to get his way. But now I think that it comes naturally.
I don't mind...
Harry turns to face me. His dimples are fairly prominent and his skin is glowing.
"Is this up to your standards?" He asks me, and his smile begins to turn into a smirk.
"I suppose it will have to do..." I pretend to be disinterested, and this makes him laugh.
We go on chatting, getting to know each other right through our meals, and by the end of dessert, I'm feeling quite tipsy.
Definitely not as bad as last time, but definitely not sober.
"What now?" Harry asks.
"What do you mean, what now...?" I say coyly, and he takes my hand from across the table.
"I feel like watching a movie!" He says, all of a sudden. "How about The Breakfast Club? You haven't seen it! You have to see it!" He goes on.
"Yeah, I'd love to! Do you have a copy of it?"
"Actually, I brought it with me here to Melbourne! I'm pretty sure it's in my suite. Wanna head up?" He looks hopeful.
Oh no.
His suite.
This could lead to something.
I definitely want to, but should I?
Oh, what the hell.
Let's just do it.
"Sure," I finally reply.
Harry pays for dinner, even as I insist to pay at least my half, and we head up to the top floor of Crown.
He grabs his room key out of his pocket, and just as he's about to open the door, he asks me, "you don't have to come in if you don't want. I can drive you home..?"
Sweetheart.
"No! No, I want to come inside...if that's still ok with you?" I'm feeling shy now.
"That's definitely ok," he says, and then proceeds to open the door.
It's the nicest place I've ever seen.
So luxurious and beautiful.
Marble and gold everywhere, and even though Harry's already been here for quite some time, it's surprisingly clean.
"Wow, it's nice and clean," I say to him. "Yeah, I like to keep things neat. That's me," he replies with a sheepish grin.
I can't help but notice the king size bed lying over in the corner of the room, and I automatically picture Harry in it.
Stop, Eva.
Focus.
"So shall we watch the movie?" I ask Harry.
"Sure, make yourself comfortable on the bed. The tv is in front of the bed, so if we sat on the couch it might be harder to see. Would you like a drink? Tea?"
I probably shouldn't have anymore alcohol, because I'm already dizzy, so I decide to have a cup of tea.
"Tea, please."
I walk over to the bed.
I'm going to be lying on this bed with Harry Styles.
I'm nervous.
I climb on, and as I expected, it's the comfiest thing I've ever sat on.
Harry soon comes over with my tea, as well as a cup for himself, he carefully steps onto the bed next to me.
He passes me my drink.
"Thank you," I smile at him as I take a sip.
Warm.
Harry then leans over and grabs a disc to put inside the DVD player.
"You're going to love it," he tells me. His face is lit up.
I just love how excited he gets.
Before I know it, my lips are on his.
I'm pretty sure I was the one who leaned in, but I can't be sure.
I don't even know how this is happening right now.
He tastes faintly of alcohol, as well as the cake we had for dessert.
Delicious.
He grabs me and sits me on top of him so I'm straddling him.
He's kissing me so ferociously, I can't keep up.
I'm so out of breath but I need this.
I need Harry.
Now.
I run my hands through his hair, tugging and pulling, and he lets out a moan.
Oh my god.
That was one of the most beautiful things I have heard in my entire life.
Scratch that - it was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
As a reaction to his moan, I let out a sigh, and all of a sudden he pulls away, asking, "are you sure?" But I'm pretty sure he already knows the answer.
I lean back in and slip my tongue back into his mouth, and he lifts my arms up, slowly pulling off my dress to reveal a matching set of bra and undies.
He looks me up and down darkly, and I pull off his shirt.
He begins to feel his way around my body, and I do no less to him.
I'm so ready for this, words can't even describe it.
We move ourselves into a different position so I'm lying directly under him.
His body weight is enough to keep me down but not too much as to crush me.
Harry slowly begins kissing down my neck, and onto my bra.
I can tell he wants to take it off, so I murmur signs of approval to him.
He flicks it over to the other side of the room in no more than a second.
"Mm, I want you so much," I whisper, and as a response, Harry cups my breasts in his hands, massaging them.
As he does this, I begin to take off his skin tight trousers, and eventually we are both only wearing our undies.
I can tell Harry is getting harder and harder as we continue this. I feel all over his body, all over his tattoos...

The door suddenly flies open, and I grab the nearest piece of clothing to cover me.
It's Niall fucking Horan and Liam fucking Payne.
Is this a joke.
I'm half naked, and those two, out of all people walk in.
They are wasted, though.
Wasted.
"Harry, finally getting lucky I see!" Niall pipes up.
This is so embarrassing.
I can't.
I physically can't.
"Let's leave 'em to it, shall we, Nigel?" Liam says to Niall, trying to usher him out.
"Did ye jus' call me Nigel?" Niall asks, bewildered.
"No, shut up." Liam slurs, as they walk out the door. "Sorry, you two, please, continue."
The door slams.
Harry looks at me, and his face is full of shock.
"Those idiots are gonna get it tomorrow," he says.
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