It all started with one concert. Tabatha and her best friend Britt didn't know that one concert would change their lives forever. After meeting One Direction, this leads to them dating and even moving to London. However, drama always happens when da...
We all piled into vans and headed to the hotel downtown. It was a bit crazy with fans everywhere, chasing us down the highway and all. Harry and I were sitting in the back, his hand on my thigh, slowly moving up my leg. I looked up front where Paul was looking in the rearview mirror at us, and Paddy every now and then turning around. It's like they were waiting for us to do something.
We made it to the hotel and they took us around back through the delivery entrance. They had sent Britt and my bags here earlier with the boys' stuff. We all made our way to our floor, stepping out and Paul stopped us.
"Okay listen, we have to leave the hotel for the airport by seven, so try to get to bed early. Harry and Niall." He looked at all of us. "Use protection and don't get to crazy please."
I blushed and looked down at the floor.
"Yes Paul, we're always safe," Harry said, pulling me to our room. "At least we have been," he whispered to me.
I smacked his arm as he opened the door. He allowed me to step in first and shut the door. I turned to look at him, and he picked me, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Harry! Put me down."
He smacked my ass. "Oh no baby, we're going straight to the bed."
He opened the bedroom door and smacked my ass again before laying me down on the bed. He stood there and looked at me. "You, my love, are so beautiful." He checked me out from head to toe.
"Harry." His eyes met mine. "Stop checking me out and come here and fuck me."
He smirked. "You don't have to tell me twice."
I pulled him on top of me and he attached his lips to mine instantly. My hands found their way to his long hair, pulling it a bit until he moaned against my mouth. My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up. Harry detached long enough to take his shirt off and found my mouth again. Slowly moving down my jaw to my neck, his hands splayed over my stomach.
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"Harry please."
"Please what?"
"Please just fuck me. No teasing."
He smirked and his eyes darkened. I knew that look and only good came from it. He pulled me to sit up and undid my overalls, pulled my top off, and pushed me back on the bed. He started kissing down my chest and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking. My hips came off the bed and I dug my nails into his back. He pulled away from my nipple with pop and kissed down my stomach. His hands pulling my overalls down my legs, taking my thong with them and leaving me naked.
"You next, Styles." I looked down at the bulge pressing against his shorts. He smirked again, pulling his shorts and boxers down and standing in all his naked glory. I went to sit up, and he pushed me back down. He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head, holding them there. He stared at me, looking for a reaction and I had to clench my legs together. All I saw was him.
