If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 20

We all spend the next little while sipping our cocktails and making chit chat in the lounge until we finally hear Uncle Richard coming down the hallway. He takes his time to gently greet me and Nichole as soon as he walks in. Aunt Jane then wastes no time in introducing him to Niall before reacquainting him with Harry.

"Ah, yes. The boy who has been keeping my niece up at all hours these days," Uncle Richard says sternly as he shakes Harry's hand. Harry clears his throat before nodding and returning the strong handshake.

"Mr. Norton," Niall interrupts, "I believe Nichole said something to me about you being a fan of golf." He tries admirably to change the subject and get some of the heat off poor Harry.

"I dabble," Uncle Richard responds with a grin creeping across his face. "Do you play, son?" he asks Niall.

"Oh, yes sir. I am actually in the process of starting my own agency!" Niall responds, getting excited over the common ground they've found.

"Well, I don't want to brag, but I have quite a few pieces in my study that I'm sure you'd appreciate," Uncle Richard says before looking at his watch. "Jane, dear, do we have a few minutes before dinner?" She nods knowingly and I watch as my uncle leads Niall down the hall and into his study, Nichole trailing close behind.

"Well, I think I'm going to check on the food. Anna should have it finished just any minute. Amelia, why don't you give Harry a quick tour of the house," she says, winking over her shoulder before disappearing to the hallway.

"Yes, Amelia, why don't you give Harry the tour." My skin prickles as I feel Harry's hot breath against my ear, his body firm behind me. His hands skim around to my belly before sliding down to take their place at my hips. "So tell me, Amelia," he whispers as he slowly traces his fingers along my dress. "Did you just conveniently leave all of your knickers in the States when you decided to come here?" I feel my chest become heavy as he nibbles harshly at the skin beneath my ear before pulling completely away from my body. I immediately groan from the loss of contact.

"Time for the tour, Amelia," he says wickedly before taking my hand and pulling me along.

I quickly take Harry through all of the rooms downstairs before leading him up to my suite. "This is my part of the house," I say shyly before opening the door into my room. "I still can't believe it's mine," I whisper half to myself. Other than Nichole, Harry is the first person to see these rooms as they were given to me.

Harry immediately wraps his arms around me and rests his lips against my forehead. "No one deserves this more than you, angel. The rooms are beautiful, but you've gained so much more with this family. It's obvious how much they adore you, baby. For good reason, too. You're pretty amazing," he smiles down on me and strokes his thumb over the blush that has crept up to my cheek.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, closing my mouth over his. What starts out as sweet and gentle quickly escalates. Before I know it, I'm pinned against the wall with Harry's tongue dominating mine as he shamelessly grinds his body against mine. Somehow, the reality of where we are and what we are doing sets in as I pull back, grasping to take a breath. "Harry... we can't.. um you haven't seen the bathroom. I have to finish the tour so we can get downstairs for dinner. I don't think you'd handle Uncle Richard walking in on us anywhere near as well as you did Nichole doing it," I cock an eyebrow before sliding from the space between him and the wall, pulling him along after me. "This is my bathroom. I think it's my favourite part of the house."

"Hmm.." I watch as Harry observes the ensuite before turning to me. "I can see why. You're particularly lovely when you're naked and soaking wet," he says while his dark green orbs burn into me. "Speaking of wet, how you doing under that dress, baby? I would imagine you're getting a tad uncomfortable at this point," he smirks. Fucking asshole bastard. Why do I keep thinking I can win these games? As if on cue from his words, I feel my thighs involuntarily squeeze together, the thirst from earlier still completely unquenched. "You know," he says lowly as he backs my body up and hoists it onto the bathroom counter, "I could help relieve a bit of that tension." I bite my lip as Harry slowly trails his warm hands up my legs, the cool metal of the rings slightly burning into my skin.

"Harry, we can't," I half whimper, now absolutely writhing from his touch.

"You know I can be quick, baby. And I know for a fact that you can be," he smirks again, slowly bunching up the bottom of my dress as he steps between my legs. He kisses me firm on the lips before drawing back, "All it takes is you saying two little words to me, Amelia."

"Yes," I pant as he starts drawing his knuckles back and forth across my naked center while his soft lips skim the bare skin of my neck.

"Say 'you win', and I'll take care of you right now, baby."

"I hate you. Seriously, Harry?" I groan in frustration.

"You don't," he grins. "Come on, baby. Just say it," he whispers against my hair as he slides a finger along my opening.

"Fine, Harry. You win. Jesus just stop torturing me," I whine. He grins wickedly at me before plunging a finger into my opening and dropping to his knees.

"So wet and delicious, baby," he groans before attaching his lips to the bundle of nerves already threatening to combust. He immediately starts licking and sucking, keeping perfect pace with his fingers delving deep inside me, curling with each dip. I feel my vision blur as all the pent up tension inside me finally explodes into what is possibly the best orgasm of my life. I come hard against him as he delicately continues to softly touch and kiss me, bringing me down gently from my high. Leaving my skirt up around my waist, he slowly lifts himself from the floor, not looking away from my naked center until he is finally at eye level with me. There is no sight better than the face of Harry Styles flushed and dripping from my juices. Jesus Christ.

"We had better clean up, yeah?" he smirks before leaning in to kiss me slow on the lips. I bask in his taste, my taste, and how amazingly they go together. The pull between us is almost too much to bear.

"Hmm," is all I can respond with. He chuckles under his breath and kisses me once more before helping us both get cleaned up in record time. By the time I check my phone before we make our way downstairs, I notice that we've really only been gone about 15 minutes.

"You know, Haz... I conceded in the end," I whisper as we walk hand in hand down the staircase, "But really... who won here?" I smile up at him cheekily.

"I promise, Amelia... I'll always win when it comes to you," he says with such sincerity, I'm sure I feel my heart jump clear out of my chest. 

Love to you all xx -Jess