Can't Get Enough

8.

8.

Harry leaned across the car, tilted my head back, and kissed me with so much passion and force, I felt higher than I'd ever been. He gripped my face and I felt myself being lifted off my seat. Our kisses got deeper and my hip hit the car horn, scaring both of us.

"I think there's more room in the back." Harry breathed.

"The back? Really?" His white teeth emerged from the dark. He crawled into the backseat, his long legs almost kicking me as they flailed around, his brown boots scuffing my seat. I rolled my eyes,annoyed, but I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was.

"Sit with meeee," he whined.

I started to open the car door like a normal person,but he pulled my arm back and I fell backwards, shrieking. He started laughing and I pushed myself all the way backwards and I landed in his lap.

"This is familiar," he grinned. He sat himself up and continued kissing me. Gently at first, then more ferocious as he started trailing one strong hand down. I felt a grip on my breast and I resisted the urge to moan. He moved down to my neck and I felt curls in my hands as I guided him down. He lifted my shirt off.

"My god, you're hotter than I remember." He took dominance on top of me and I unbuckled his belt as he took his black shirt off. Holy fuck, his v lines.

He pulled off my sleep shorts and touched my underwear with two fingers. I was already damp.

"Missed me, huh?" He grunted. I ignored him and he swiftly glided them off. He licked up and down my vagina and I bit my lip. He put two fingers inside of me and went in and out as he sucked me and I couldn't help but moan.

"Scream for me, baby."

"Harry, I'm gonna..." I felt my back arch as I reached my release and he sat up, wiping his mouth with a sly smile. It was enough to make me go crazy all over again. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down while I recollected myself. As soon as I recovered, I felt him inside of me.

"You don't have a condom," I breathed

"Fingers crossed," he replied. And he went deeper in an in-and-out fashion. I cried out and held a tighter grip on his hair.

"Yell for me, baby."

I couldn't contain myself

"You're..all...mine" he said between thrusts

"Fuck I love you so much Harry,"

"Make me believe it."

"Harder, harder yes!"

"Shit!"

He went faster and faster until I was gonna burst and then he swiftly pulled out, hair stuck to his face. We were both breathing heavily and tried to catch our breath.

"Good lord," I breathed.

"better than I remember it." He commented quietly, putting his boxers back on. He took off his American flag scarf and tussled his hair. I loves his sex hair.

"Here." He said, throwing me his shirt. I was confused for a second then he added

"I know how you like the warmth and smell of my shirts." He helped me put it on and I smiled. It was huge on me, which I loved.

"Lay with me." I mumbled, suddenly tired.

"That's why you're my Lei-la," he smiled at his terrible joke while I groaned in disgust and slapped his arm. He folded the rest of our clothes and put them on the passenger seat. Then he played our song from freshman year, a "Where Is My Mind" cover by Sunday Girl, on his phone and I dreamily went to sleep against his bare chest, wrapped in his arms.

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I woke up alone in the backseat, in my driveway, with a bag of McDonald's breakfast next to me and a note attached.

"Didn't want to wake you. Drove you home. I took your weed, so you can stop. Enjoy xx -H"

Feeling bummed he took my stash, I sat up and hugged myself, wishing he was here so I could slap him. As I ate my McMuffin, I felt my phone buzz.

Zayn-are you okay? How're you feelin, babe?

Perrie-thanks for the note and breakfast! Tell me how it goes! I love you x

Harry-your morning breath smells like tacos. I like tacos.

Michelle-Greg is in stable condition. But are you?

I texted Michelle back first, her message confusing me.

Me- yes, I'm fine.

Michelle-just checking. You never told me how it went with harry.

Me-bad, then good. Then really good.

Michelle-tell me you aren't wearing his shirt.

I sent her a picture of me wearing his shirt.

Michelle-I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life, but be careful, darling.

I decided not to text Zayn back, on account of him being a liar, so I crept in my house, took a shower, put Harry's shirt back on, and took a nap until my phone started blaring "Marimba."

I slept for six hours. Two p.m. I clicked answer without looking to see who it was.

"Yeah?"

"Hi honey!!!" My mom's cheerful tone bled through the phone.

"Hey, mom."

"Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah."

"Great! Daddy's on a business trip so he won't be back until Tuesday. Also, tell your boyfriend that he can help himself to whatever he wants."

I sat straight up.

"What?!"

"Your boyfriend, Zayn. You didn't need to hide him from me, honey. He's so sweet! He seemed concerned about you so I let him in!"

I smacked my forehead and I heard a toilet flush.

"'Mom, I gotta go." I hung up on her and Zayn walked in, buckling his jeans. Shirtless, he looked at me and grinned.

"You're finally up."

Then his face fell.

"Is that his shirt?"

Yay, harry and Leila made up! But why is Zayn pulling an Edward Cullen? *cue piano horror music* as always, thank you for reading (: XO