If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 18

"Nice of you to finally join us," Niall chirps as Harry and I walk hand in hand out onto the patio.

"Oh sod off, Nialler," Harry grunts before slinging his arm around me and pressing his lips gently into my still damp hair. I let the warmth of his affection wash over me as I get lost in thoughts of us upstairs earlier before forcing ourselves to come down...

While our shower together was short, it had been no less passionate than every other time we have spent together intimately. Harry again was insistent on washing me himself. The slow care and attention he showed my body while lathering and washing and massaging me continues to be unlike anything I've ever experienced. Plus.. what came along with the bathing was pretty damn enjoyable.

"Amelia!" I hear my best friend's shrill voice shake the pleasant memories from my head.

"Yes, dear?" I reply sassily.

"I swear to god, if this is how you two are going to be from now on, I'm almost glad I head back to the states in a few days..." she rolls her eyes.

"Whatever do you mean?" Harry chimes in, smirking at her while pulling me onto his lap as he sits in the chair across from Niall and Nichole.

"It's sickening, Harold."

"I quite like it myself," Harry smiles at her quickly before redirecting his attention to me. He pecks me on the nose before turning around to Niall. "Alright, lad. I've heard you've been withering away to nothing down here. What's the Irish beast craving?"

"NANDO'S!" Niall all but yells.

They both burst into a fit of laughter while me and Nichole glance back and forth at each other and shrug.

"What's Nando's and why is that so funny?" Nichole asks.

Niall takes her hand in his and kisses along her knuckles before a wild grin appears. "You're about to have the best meal of your life."

Harry chuckles beside me before pressing his lips to my ear and whispering so that only I could hear, "I know I've already had the best meal of my life today." I feel the blush rise to my feet. Jesus H. How can one sentence turn me into a raging pile of hormones?

"Harry..." I whine as I readjust myself on his lap.

"Don't worry, love. I'll behave... for now," he says softly before redirecting his attention to Niall and Nichole. "Alright, I'll go order it. What does everyone want?"

Nichole and I opt to let the boys order for us since we've never had Nando's. They shuffle into the kitchen to order while we head inside to change into our swimsuits. While getting dressed, I fill my best friend on what kept me and Harry upstairs for so long. While she pretends to be disgusted for a minute, she eventually starts grinning uncontrollably and asking me for all the juicy details.

"This is getting really serious, Mel," Nichole says as she ties my bikini top for me.

"I know. It's terrifying. But I can't stop it. When I'm with him, I just lose all sense of.. well.. sense," I sigh and drop down onto the couch in the room we are changing in. "I don't know what to do."

"Just keep going. That's all you can do. No matter how this ends, what you're feeling right now is worth it. You've lived more in these last couple of weeks being over here than you did in your whole life back home." Nichole's words sting but I know it's true.

"You're right. Plus, I'm not going to waste any more of the time I have with you here by overanalysing everything," I resolve. "Damn, you look good."

Nichole winks at me over her shoulder as she sashays across the room to get coverups for us to put on, "Ditto, babe. I can't wait to watch your horn dog of a boyfriend struggle to keep his hands off you in that suit." We both burst into laughter before I go somber.

"Easy with the 'b' word. You know that's not my thing," I chuckle and make my way back outside, Nichole hot on my heels.

Before we even reach the pool, we hear sounds of water being splashed and sloshed around. Feeling a newfound wave of confidence after this morning, I throw a secret wink at Nichole before sauntering over to a lounger and setting my things down. I hear Niall whistling at Nichole as she makes her way over to him, already rid of her coverup. Harry is silent. Though my back is turned and I can't see him, I feel his gaze on me. I bend over a bit more than necessary to grasp the hem of my cover and slowly peel it from my body. Even with space between us and noise around us, I hear Harry's sharp intake of breath as I turn about to face him.

I win.

The look on his face is priceless as he shamelessly lets his eyes rake over my extremely scantily clad body.

"How's the water, baby?" I flirt as I slowly walk towards the pool stairs.

"Wet," he smirks, his eyes turning darker with every step closer to him I get.

I start to climb down into the pool, relishing at the warm water washing over my body. Before I reach the last step, he's on me. His wet body is pressed flush against me and I can already feel him growing under the water. Without warning he starts laughing and lightly splashing me with one hand, "Harry what are you doing!" I squeal. He continues his playful assault and I hear Niall and Nichole laugh for a moment at the other end of the pool before falling back into conversation.

Then, I feel his other hand sneakily snake down my stomach and into my bikini bottoms. He wastes no time sliding two fingers inside me before growling against my ear, "Like I said, wet."

"Harry..." I warn just as he begins to pump in and out of me. He has us positioned so that Niall and Nichole will remain clueless unless they swim down to our end of the pool.

"Yes, baby?" He smirks again, looking directly into my eyes with an expression that could melt the bikini right off my body.

"We can't...do this... Nichole and Niall..." I manage between pants as his actions quicken. He takes his free hand and begins tracing the outline of my jaw.

"Come and then you won't have to worry about it anymore," he challenges as he traces featherlight strokes down my neck and across the swells of my breasts. Before I know it, I'm rocking against his hand, causing friction between his palm and my clit. Grinning, he pushes against me harder and curls his fingers inside me so that they are hitting the perfect spot with each thrust.

"Harry, I'm...." I feel my eyes rolling back as the familiar sensation builds up at my core. My orgasm is quick to rush through me as I bite into Harry's shoulder to muffle my moans.

"God, I love that sound," Harry says cheekily as he begins softly petting me beneath my suit, helping me come down from my high. He glances over at my shoulder and cocks an eyebrow. "Decide to mark me, then?"

"You hardly left me a choice, you ass. I can't believe you just did that!" I retort, lightly smacking him on the chest. God that chest. So perfectly toned and decorated. His body would be a work of art even without all the ink, but god damn his tattoos are sexy.

"I hardly think you minded, love," he says as he slowly removes his hand from my bikini. He brings it up to my face and gently cups me between both hands before leaning down and kisses me. He takes his time slowly moulding his lips into mine before slipping his tongue in my mouth. Before I know it, my arms are around his neck and we are completely caught up in one another.

"Jesus Christ, guys! Lock it down over there!" I hear Nichole yell out. We break away from one another and I blush as Harry just grins down at me.

"Amelia," he says softly.

"Harry," I reply, as my mouth draws up into a small smile.

"I'm really glad we met," he says simply before softly kissing my forehead. I can see the sincerity in his eyes and I feel my knees go weak.

"Me too, Haz." We both smile knowingly before joining hands and swimming over to Niall and Nichole.

The rest of the evening seems to fly by as we spend hours just vegging out and laughing and talking. Such simple things but I don't know that I've ever been happier.