Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

Nightmares

Harry pushes me against the wall lightly, kissing me softly whilst kissing down my jaw line.

He grabs my hips, gently pulling our bodies together. There's heat between us, radiating, making us glow. My fingers find themselves in his hair, tracing their way through the back of it while his explore my body.

I couldn't get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him..

He stops, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs to the bedroom. When he gets to the room, he shuts the door, though there isn't reason to.

He pushes me onto the bed, climbing on top of me, connecting our lips, both of them moving in sync. Pulling me close to him, I separate my legs so he has more room and is more comfortable.

His angle shifts but he adjusts quickly, our lips never breaking. Tugging at the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over my head, giving me goosebumps.

He leans down and continues to kiss me, my fingers moving from his hair to above his waist, tugging at his shirt.

He disconnects our lips, raising his hands over his head as I quickly pull the shirt over his head. His arms wrap around my torso, pulling me closer to him as he continues to kiss me.

My hands wrap back around, touching his bare skin on his back, scratching lightly as his lips make their way down my neck.

They travel back down to his pants, landing on his belt buckle as they struggle to get it off. Harry continues kissing my neck as I get his belt undone, finally succeeding.

I slide his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. As if we couldn't be close enough.

His lips find their way back to mine and we continue to kiss. Harry's hands move from behind me, travelling to my jeans.

They soon come off and he throws them to the side of the bed. His hands wrap around my back and unhook my bra, throwing it to the side.

"Mia.." He says.

"Hmm?" I ask, not even wanting to speak.

"Should.." He starts. "Should I use a condom?"

I freeze, like I always do. "Um."

His eyes look up to mine, waiting for my answer. Are we ready to try for a baby that quick? It's only been 4 weeks.

"I don't.." I try to gather my thoughts. "No."

He smiles, leaning back down to connect our lips once more.

~*~*~*~

I wake up to the covers draped around me, being the only person in the bed. I furrow my eyebrows, stretching my arms out onto the entire bed, looking at both sides questionably.

Standing up, I grab Harry's shirt from last night off the floor, pulling it on and walking downstairs in a search for a Harry.

I find my phone sitting in the kitchen, on the island and grab it. Switching it on, I see that it's fully charged. I have one text message.

Sorry, had to go to the studio. I charged your phone while I was getting ready.. I'll be back by lunch time, love you. Ps. There's a plate of pancakes in the microwave.

I smile, walking over to the microwave. I pull the plate out, thankful that it is still warm.

I go into the living room, after pouring syrup on my pancakes, and switch the TV on.

I ignore the TV and get onto my phone, seeing what's new. I scroll through my phone pages, looking for my social media folder. All my social media has been deleted from my phone. I know I had them last night and I didn't delete it. And the only person that had my phone was Harry.