"Well don't you look sexy."
Taylor turned around quickly, surprise lit across her face. Harry had snuck up behind her while he was backstage after his performance at the AMAs.
"Oh your performances was wonderful." She said kindly.
Harry smiled and looked deep into her eyes. His hands folded behind his back he leaned in closer...
"Come on," he whispered very low, "lets go somewhere we don't have to be so fake."
They walked, acting seemingly indifferent towards one another, to Taylor's prep room and once inside, the door closed and they could really talk. Harry burst into a big smile and Taylor embraced him fully.
"I hate this." He spoke into her ear grasping her hips, "the way we must look so indifferent towards each other."
Taylor backed out of their hug slightly to look into his sadden face. She sighed and shook her head, then decided to lean her head back on his shoulder. "I know."
"You look sexy as fuck tonight" he smirked, desperately trying to change the subject. Taylor giggled a little embarrassed by his complement.
"Thank you. You look more than sexy tonight yourself." He smiled, glad they could relax a bit.
"I want to tell you something." Harry said happily, swaying Taylor by her hips.
"Oh no what?" She joked, being flirtatious.
He leaned in and whispered "sexually" into her ear: "I cancelled my flight out of la tonight. So we could hang." He said giddily. She began laughing too
"Funny that mine so happened to be cancelled too?" She stated. With this his eyes brightened.
"See you after the show babe." He laid a soft kiss on her lips, the first in weeks. "I know you'll win everything."
She let the surging feeling of his lips and sweet words consume her.
Taylor accepted her first awards and spent her time talking with her friends occasionally he phone would light up: a text from Harry. She smiled he had just accepted the award for best pop album.
"Lol took your award. Bet you didn't see that one coming;)"
She giggled.
"I bet you didn't either!"
The night progressed. Soon Taylor accepted the biggest and final award of the night Artist of The Year and closed the show. Harry met her shortly free and together they headed to one of their friends after party. Together they chatted with fellow artists and introduced to others. Niall soon came over to where Harry and Taylor were hanging. "So Harry when I was at the show I saw- Harry... Are you listening? Damn bro got enough of your girlfriend yet?" He said Taylor's cheeks flushed red. It was true Harry couldn't stop staring, she had just now noticed though. Harry eventually answered. After a few drinks and chats with their friends, haylor headed home to Taylor's la cottage.
"I think this is the shortest dress I've ever seen you in... You look hot." Harry said randomly. He was slightly tipsy from the night. Taylor sat on the couch and glanced at the time 3:45am but she wasn't exactly tired..
He fell onto the couch and pushed her over hovering over her.
"Harry babe, not here-" Taylor tried to stop him but they gave in slowly.
Harry unzipped her gold dress, revealing her strapless bra. His tux lost to the floor. His lips reached for hers biting her lower lip, he was on top of her. The feeling of his body on her, his hands cupping her breasts, his hot breath on her lips, the smell of alcohol, all these things illuminated the living room.
They both enjoyed and pleasured themselves. Sex in the living room. They haven't done this in a long while.
