At the End of the Day...

Chapter 9

"That's it on the left," I tell Harry's driver as we pull up to my grandpa's farm.

It hasn't really sunk in until now. I'm kind of scared to be in the house. Knowing that he's gone, and will never come back.

I have to do it sometime though, and I'm glad I've got Harry with me to keep me company.

We turn into the large gravel driveway and I notice both the ute and the car are gone. To be expected I suppose. Somebody probably collected them a while ago.

Harry and I thank the driver and hop out of the car. The fresh air feels nice. It's what I've always loved about the countryside. Don't get me wrong, the city is my calling, but it's great to cleanse the soul with proper fresh air.

"You feeling ok?" Harry strokes my shoulder, looking down at me, as the his car is driven away.

"Yeah. It feels good to be back. Let's head inside," I say, and we both pick up our bags. I lead Harry inside, and I can't help but feel emotional already. Everything is just how it always was.

The old radio in the kitchen, the trophies and endless amounts of photos in the lounge room, as well as my grandpa's little study down the hallway. It's weird. It's nice.

Harry and I take our bags down into the first bedroom that has a double bed - it used to be my aunty's when she was young. I take Harry on a tour of the house. It's not the biggest of houses so it doesn't take long.

"I'm getting hungry. What do you want for lunch? My aunty brought some food down recently, it should all be in here," I tell Harry as I open up the fridge.

There is a variety of raw vegetables, as well as a lasagne that is untouched, and some other bits and pieces.

"I'm fine with anything. Whatever you want," Harry says to me, scanning the contents of the fridge.

"Lets heat up some lasagne then. We can probably just order in for dinner. I don't want anyone to recognize you in town, even though half the population are senior citizens!" We both laugh, and I grab the large lasagne out. I scoop a pile onto one plate, and then again on another.

Once the plates have been heated up, we decide to sit out on the old hammock that has been there ever since I was a little girl.

"I love this...the pure scent of the air, the homey feel...It's just as if I'm at my mum's place back in Homes Chapel," Harry says, dreamily.

"Do you miss her a lot? What's she like?" I ask, turning my body to face him.

"Yeah. I'm really close with her. Pretty much...whenever I had any time off from touring and stuff, I would stay with her. She cares for me so much, and I care for her too. She's just a kind person," he tells me.

"So...I know you probably get asked this all the time, but do you think One Direction will come back together?" I ask, cautiously.

"...Yeah. Well, I definitely want us to. I'm pretty sure the others do too," he says.

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It's getting dark, and Harry and I had dinner about an hour ago.

One of my favourite things to do when I was younger, was go and explore all of the paddocks. It gave me time to think. I love going on peaceful walks like those, they help me clear my mind.

"Let's go for a walk?" I ask Harry. We walk out into the cool air, but it's refreshing. We climb over the fence and go into the nearby paddock. It's hard to see anything, but Harry's presence makes me feel safe.

"I used to go walking out here all the time," I tell Harry. "When my grandpa had horses, I would come and feed them apples, and literally pet them all day."

"I get why you would do this...it's so peaceful," he replies.

My gaze suddenly lifts up, and I can see the stars. That's something you definitely do not get in Melbourne.

"Look up," I tell Harry, and he does.

We lie in the grass, snuggling into each other's warmth, stargazing, for what seems like an eternity. This is exactly what I needed. And Harry being here just makes it that much better.

I decide to lean over and kiss him. There isn't a particular urgency, it doesn't feel like it's leading to anything, but there's passion.

Now I know it for sure.

I'm falling for him. I can't stop it. I wouldn't go as far as to say I love him, but I'm definitely close.

"This may seem crazy," I begin, and Harry waits for me to go on. "What if we brought heaps of sleeping bags and pillows and stayed out here tonight? I don't think it will get too cold at this time of year...I don't know. It's just so peaceful."

"That sounds amazing. Even if we do get cold, we can spoon!" Harry says, cheekily, so we head inside to collect all of our belongings.

We lay everything out on the grass, and slide under the covers.

"Perfect," I say, and before I even realise it myself, I'm kissing Harry again. This time, it feels more urgent. I need Harry. Desperately.

Harry pulls away. "Don't get me wrong," he begins, "I want to do this. But do you? I just don't want you to make any mistakes."

"I want to. I'm ready. I want you Harry, now," I respond. It's probably wrong to be doing this, right here, right now, but in a way, it makes it more special. More romantic. More secure. I would rather it happen for the first time here than anywhere else. It's my sacred place, I guess you could say.

I climb on top of Harry and lean in again, tugging on his loose curls. I begin grinding my hips along his, as he feels all over my body. God, I have never wanted anything more than this.

Harry lifts up my top, revealing a very bland bra. I didn't know this would happen. He cups both of my breasts, and massages them softly, which causes me to moan into his mouth while we kiss.

I then take off his top, and he quickly takes off his own jeans. I can see his bulge, and how hard it is. Before I know it, I've taken it in my hands and I'm stroking it through the thin cloth of his briefs. "Eva...mm, that's...so good," Harry moans, taking off my bra and massaging my boobs now with his mouth.

The buildup is so good, but I need him. All of him.

I take off both my pants and my underwear, and Harry lies me down in the blankets, inspecting every part of my body.

I'm so turned on right now. This is wrong on so many levels, though. I push that thought out of my mind.

I pull off his briefs and his large erection springs free. I'm in awe at the size of it. I take it in my hands and look up to Harry, darkly. He is looking at me in the exact same way.

"Do you have a...?" I begin, and Harry nods, leaning over to his bag to get one.

"I didn't plan this...it's just that I always have a spare in my bag somewhere," he admits.

"It's ok...just...put in on," I tell him with a small giggle. He opens the packet and slides it over his length. I moan at the sight of this.

Harry looks at me for approval, and I nod quickly. The next thing I know, it's in.

He slides in and out of my wet heat, and I'm literally panting. "You...feel...so...good," I tell Harry, and he moans in agreement.

Harry then pulls me on top of him, and I slide down onto him, trying to feel every last bit of him. I lean on to his chest for support, my hands nearing the sparrows on the top of both of his pecs, and pick up speed. 

This goes on for a few amazing minutes. I can't believe this is happening.

"I'm gonna..." I begin.

"Me too," Harry says breathlessly, and soon enough, I can feeling his hips bucking up into mine, and this alone does it for me.

I fall beside Harry, and I can't breathe. He looks into my eyes, and kisses me for the last time before we drift off.

That's it.

I'm done for.

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