Olivia
Waking up in my hotel room, I'm a little disoriented. I'm naked under the thin sheets, my body is sore but relaxed. I don't even want to start thinking about what's going on in my head so I don't. Harry is already gone. He didn't leave a note or anything but I know today was day two of the video shoot. I'm a little disappointed he didn't wake me up before he left but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. And it's not like he meant anything by it anyways. He was just being considerate. We were up most of the night.
I have a long day of waiting around to do so I get up and wander to the bathroom to take a shower. As I let the water warm up I stand in front of the mirror and take in the image in front of me. My hair that I carefully styled yesterday is messy and sticking up in all directions. My cheeks are flushed with healthy color and my lips are still swollen and chapped from kissing him. My breasts are spotted with a few small red hickeys and I can see faint red lines along my stomach that extend onto my back from Harry's fingers digging into my skin. There's this smirk on my face that won't go away no matter how hard I try.
I feel calm as I stand under the warm water of the shower, letting it run over my sore muscles. It's a completely different feeling than I had the morning after I slept with Harry the first time. I felt guilty and dirty and just wrong. But for some reason, even though I know fooling around with Harry is a very bad thing, I can't find the desire to stop. Maybe this is just something I have to get out of my system. I love Liam but I'm so young still. I never really had the chance to sow my wild oats. I didn't have the slutty college years. I went to class and studied. Sure, I had fun on the weekends. Hell, even weeknights once I got into junior and senior year. But I never was the girl to go home with a random stranger on Saturday night. I never had the desire to. But maybe everyone needs to be a little irresponsible at some point in their life. And this is mine. Harry is my random stranger.
But he's not a random stranger. He's my friend. He's Liam's friend. This could all end so badly. If anyone found out, all hell would break loose. Liam can never know about this. It would tear him apart. If I keep sleeping with Harry it would have to be very sneaky. I'm ok with it. But would he be? He said he loved me. Multiple times. Is he really going to be satisfied having me in his bed whenever we can sneak around our friends or will he do something to sabotage my relationship with Liam? I don't think he would but then again, people in love do crazy things.
After I shower I throw on one of the white fluffy robes hanging in the bathroom and order room service. It's late in the afternoon but I still order breakfast. Eggs and bacon and toast and coffee. When the food comes there's enough for two but I still eat almost all of it. I'm absolutely starving. But I guess last night worked up quite an appetite. When I'm done eating I look at my phone for the first time and realize Liam has called and texted me a few times already. I think about calling him back but I'm afraid something I do or say would give up my location. So instead I just text him back that I'm not feeling well and I'll probably be sleeping most of the day. He seems to buy it and just tells me to call him when I'm feeling better.
I flip around the channels for a little bit before realizing there's nothing on so I wander into the bathroom to dry and style my hair and put some makeup on. I don't know why but I feel like I have to look nice when Harry comes back. I don't want him to see me bare faced with my hair a mess even though he's seen it more than a few times. It feels weird now. I start to get dressed before I realize there's really no point. He's just going to rip my clothes off as soon as he gets back. Besides, this robe could a sexier option than the clothes I packed.
I'm anxious for him to get back. After last night, I would have thought I would be completely satisfied. But if anything it only left me wanting more. The first time we had sex he was completely in control and it was hot. It's a completely different side to Harry I'd never seen before. He just took charge. He was firm and dominant and I was more than happy to let him have his way with me. But the second time it was more equal. I started out on top of him, watching him completely lose it underneath me. His fingers dug into my waist while I steadied my hands against his muscular chest, making his illusion of complete control disappear. It wasn't until I got close to my climax that I was distracted enough to let him flip me over and finish me off. After that we had to take a break to recharge but we still didn't want to keep our hands off of each other. So we spent a good deal of time exploring each other's bodies. I don't think there's an inch of my skin that Harry's lips haven't touched anymore. I never pegged him for a boob guy but he couldn't seem to leave mine alone. Not that I minded. The combination of his lips, and hands and tongue was unlike anything I've ever felt before. We ended up actually having sex five times, which before last night, I didn't even think was possible.
