Broken Promises

Chapter 1

It'd been six months since I'd seen him, six months since I had felt him, six excruciatingly long months. But, the agonizing wait was finally coming to an end as I stood at the hotel door, across from the mob of girls screaming and crying for his attention. Alert, ready I was. He stepped off the tour bus, and the once slow, steady beat of my heart turned rapid in an instant. I darted, eyes locked on him, he met my gaze. A smile appeared on his face revealing the dimples that I'd come to love so dearly. I moved faster; the seconds that passed felt like hours. At last I took a leap into his arms, my legs tight around his waist, his arms locked around me as if he would never let go. I never wanted him to let go. The smell of his embrace was comfortable, familiar. He held me in his arms before carefully placing me down onto my feet. He flashed that dangerously charming grin at me, then hand in hand we walked into the hotel; Harry would occasionally stop to sign some things and to take pictures with his fans, and as for me, well I was feeling the glares of all the teenage girls as we moved past each of them. I guess that comes with dating a heart throb. As we approached the lobby door of the hotel, we pushed through paparazzi. Protectively, my boyfriend moved his body in front of mine and pulled me through the crowd. Harry kept his head down as he opened the door for me and I followed his actions. Once we were in the lobby of the hotel Harry ensured I was ok before we walked to the elevator to get to our room on the 17th floor of the hotel. As we approached the door, I reached into my pocket to get the key. I opened the door, Harry and I walked in. I grabbed the DO NOT DISTURB sign and put it on the outside of the door, then closed and locked the door. Harry sat his bags down next to mine then picked me up and threw me onto the king size bed. He gazed at me with his remarkable emerald orbs, before pulling his shirt over his chocolate curls and throwing it on the floor. This allowed me to admire his sculpted, heavily tattooed body before he moved toward me. Placing one hand tight on my waist and the other in my thick, curly hair, he kissed me slowly, pressing his body against mine; I bent my legs and allowed Harry to slide his body between them. I tangled my fingers in his hair, I pulled his lips away and looked deep into his eyes. "I've missed you, I've missed this," I whispered to him; his eyes still locked on mine he breathed "I missed you too pretty girl."  The softness and sincerity of his voice gave me goosebumps. I smiled at him and once again pressed my lips to his. My hands moved from his hair down to his warm, bare back. As I explored the peaks of his muscular back, he began to kiss my neck. It was my weakness, and he knew it. The feeling of his plump, soft lips leaving wet kisses on my neck sent chills down my spine and made my toes curl. I let out a soft sigh as I clenched my hands leaving red, crescent shaped tattoos on his back along with the rest. Harry began to get more aggressive; he tightened his grip on my body and moved his mouth to my collarbone, then with one hand he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pushed it up exposing my stomach and my bra. Harry moved his lips back to my mouth and I sat up letting him to finish removing my shirt. Harry pulled away from my face and was now on his knees. I saw his lip between his teeth and his hunger filled eyes gazing taking in my shirtless chest. Our eyes met and I smirked pulling him back down onto me. I could now feel his erection growing restricted in his tight black jeans, as I could feel myself becoming moist between my legs, as he once again thrusted his body onto mine. He placed his wet lips to my throat and massaged my breast. The fire in my abdomen caused me to moan and I moved my hands down the length of his body. He mirrored my motion and guided his hand to the button of my jeans. After unbuttoning and unzipping my pants he wriggled his hands into my panties and drew my wetness up and down my slit before placing his middle finger into me. "Harry." I whined as he moved his finger up and down inside of me. Once again I felt that fire in the pit of my stomach, but this time it was twice as intense. I knew it needed to stop very soon, though I didn't want it to. "B-b-banana!" I was finally able to spit out our safe word. Harry immediately stopped and looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong baby? We've done a lot more than this before?" He questioned as he removed his body from ontop of mine, sat up, and handed me the shirt he had removed moments before. I hesitated, looked at his perfectly fit body, and then looked down at the promise ring my mother gave me on my 13th birthday, six weeks before she died. Her voice echoed in my head encouraging me "save yourself for the man you marry baby doll." My eyes began to fill with water as I looked up at him, "I'm sorry babe. It's not you, but I know that today, if I hadn't stopped you there, I wouldn't have stopped you at all." Harry's face softened. I could feel my face becoming wet with my tears. Harry took my face in his massive hands and attempted to wipe away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, "Oh Adalynn, baby, I know how much your promise to your mum means to you, and I would never let it get to a point where you need to break that promise." Those words touched my heart. I knew inside of me that Harry would never let me compromise the promise I made many years ago. Harry and I had talked about my mom and the promises I made about only giving myself to the man I marry; however, I feel bad having any responsibility of stopping, when things get heated, on Harry; especially in the moments where we are reuniting after half year of not seeing each other. My eyes met Harry's who was looking at me with concern. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head into his chest. I peppered kisses all over his chest and then his neck before looking up at him with a big smile. "Put your shirt on baby, lets go out." I rubbed his smooth, tan arm and he giggled gently kissing my forehead as he stood up. He then threw his white v-neck on. I couldn't help but sit there and just observe him. His sex-like curly hair that framed his cheeky face. His fit body with muscular arms. His powerful thighs and legs covered with tight black skinny jeans. Harry turned and caught me staring at him. "Do I have something on my face?" He jokingly questioned as I moved toward the edge of the bed and got up onto my knees. I threw my arms around his neck and passionately pressed our lips together. I leaned out of the kiss and sat back so that my butt was on my heels, arms still locked around him and answered "No, I was just thinking about how much I love you." Harry took me by the waist and pulled me in for another kiss. "I love you too, pretty girl." After our embrace, I turned away from him to get my shoes and caught a glance of myself in the mirror. "Woah, Harry, I'm going to freshen up a bit before we go anywhere." He chuckled and handed me my cosmetic bag. I walked into the bathroom and placed my purple zip up bag on the counter and faced the mirror. I gave myself a long hard look. I studied my face and its features. My almond shaped eyes had black eye-liner smudged all around them due to Harry's gentle words causing me to cry. His large hands had caused my long, curly, brown hair to frizz a bit. My lips were more plump than usual due to Harry's eager kisses. I had traces of his love all over me and the thought of that brought butterflies to my stomach. I reached in the bag and grabbed for a q-tip to run under my eyes and remove the smudged eyeliner from around my eyes. I then applied another coat of mascara. I looked at my high cheekbones and decided they needed color so I brushed some rosy blush onto my caramel colored skin. Next I grabbed for my spray bottle with a mixture of water and conditioner and sprayed it into my curls I combed it through with my fingers braided a piece from the front out of my face and secured it with a bobby pin. I spritzed myself with Velvet Sugar a few times before packing all of my things away and heading for Harry. When I reached him, he grabbed my hand, kissed my cheek, and we walked out the door.