MATURE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER! I will mark it with a * when it comes.
"You really gave your number to someone else?" Harry whispers quietly after Louis and Eleanor get up when Louis finishes eating. They both decided to walk back to the hotel real quick after whispering and giggling, to do God knows what. I know Niall's up now and is planning on staying in the room for room service, instead of going out to eat.
"Harry-"
"You ignore me for a week and then get another guy's number?" He asks, sounding disgusted.
"Hold on, I did not ignore you. You guys have been over the top busy all week, and Niall has been everywhere around me when you guys weren't busy. I wasn't planning on meeting this guy anyways, I just took his number in case I had questions about the city. " I defend myself.
"Does he know that?" Harry scoffs.
"No." I mumble under my breath, earning a roll of his eyes.
"And it sure as hell feels like you ignored me all week, especially after Niall called me a player. Do you not trust me or something?" he asks, hand running through his curls as he stares at me.
"No, I do." I sigh, "I'm sorry."
I stare down at the coffee cup, which is cradled in my hands. His hand makes it's way to my thigh, and my breath itches in my throat at the tingling sensation. Wearing my light blue dress and having his hand there feels dangerous.
"Come with me." he whispers into my ear, squeezing my leg and then letting it go. He gets up, throws on his sunglasses and starts walking towards the door. I grab my cup and trash from the muffin and throw it out in the bin near the door, before following him outside and throwing them on.
I walk behind him, keeping my distance though, as some of his fans call his name, screaming for him. He just waves and smiles at his fans, as the guards keep them from coming near him. He enters the hotel and I follow behind, taking my glasses off when I step inside.
We ride up the lift in silence and I begin to grab my left arm to distract me.
"You always do that when you're nervous." he makes fun of me as the door opens. I frown a little, letting go of my arm and following behind him, playing with my dress instead. He pulls out his keycard to his room when we arrive at the door, slides it in, and steps in, holding the door open for me.
"Liam already left for the day." he whispers, shutting the door and bolting it lock.
"Why are we whispering?" I whisper back, causing him to smile.
"Well, you don't want Niall to know that you're in here, right? He'll think we're up to something." he smirks, dropping his sunglasses and room key on the side table.
"Are we up to something?" I laugh, setting my purse next to his stuff on the table.
"You tell me." he states, before pushing me up against the wall, lips meeting mine. It takes a second for me to realize what is going on, and I start to kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. My whole body feels like it has burst into flames with the warmth that has taken over.
I gasp as his hands reach the backs of my legs and he picks me up with ease. I stop kissing him and keep my arms wrapped around him tight as he carries me to the bedroom.
"Harry!" I squeal, quietly. He shushes me before ordering me to let go. I loosen my grip around him and he drops me back down onto his bed, his comforter puffing around my body. I laugh softly at the feeling before finally realizing the position we're in. I'm laying on the bed, with my legs still loosely around his waist as he stands at the edge. His hands rest on my inner thighs, my dress showing off what's underneath, and I can feel my heart racing.
He pulls off his black shirt, and I'm left in awe staring at his muscles. He tosses his shirt to the side and places his hands back on my inner thighs. He then bends over, grabbing my sides and pushing me farther up on the bed.
He kicks off his shorts before crawling on, and hovering over top of me. I stare up at him as he pushes my hair out of my face and gazes down at me. "Don't you dare go out with that guy." he whispers, eyes seeming a shade darker as he looks into my eyes.
"I won't." I whisper back, feeling the strongest urge to kiss him.
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His lips meet my neck and my eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on my skin. I gasp as he brings his knee further up, pressing it up against me down there. His hand cups my breast and his lips leave a trail of goosebumps from kisses.
I squirm a little, the sensation of him against me driving me crazy. I squeal a little when he suddenly lifts me up and pulls my dress up, over my head. I fall back down onto the bed and starts kissing down my neck. His left hand unclasps my bra and I help him throw it off and out of the way.
A moan leaves my lips as he cups my left breast and starts sucking on the other, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My fingers grab at his hair, pulling at his curls. His lips leaves my breast and he begins to kiss down my stomach, causing me to squirm and whimper. His fingers slide down in between my skin and the top of my panties, and I lift my butt up as he pulls them down, then off.
I gasp as he kisses me on the most sensitive part of my body, one of his hands back up and cupping my breast. I throw my head back as his tongue traces up it and begins to move in circles. Now I'm really pulling at his hair as the feeling is overwhelming.
My legs begin to shake and a pressure builds up in my stomach. My hips thrust a little, adding more pressure to myself against his tongue and I start to cry out his name. His land leaves my breast and I cover my mouth with one hand as the other leaves his hair and grabs tightly onto the comforter. My legs are shaking even more uncontrollable and the pressure intensifies. My back arches and my legs begin close a little, and he pulls away, the pressure now going away.
I take a deep breath, closing my legs and covering my vagina with my hands. He chuckles and asks, "When's the last time you've done something sexual? You came pretty fast."
"Shut up." I whine, smiling at him.
"Do you want me to stop or go further?" he asks, seriously.
"Go further, please." I beg, bringing a smile to his lips. He gets off the bed and digs into his luggage, grabbing something out of it. A condom. I can see that he's already hard, turned on after eating me out. I watch as he rips open the wrapper and pulls out the condom.
He drops the condom on the bed, throwing the wrapper to his side and looking at me. He smiles, his dimple showing and driving me crazy. I watch as he pulls his grey boxers down, to reveal his hard on. His huge hard on, that puts my ex boyfriend's one to shame.
"Why are you smiling like that?" he raises his eyebrows.
"I'm not." I try covering my lips. He slips the condom on and crawls back onto the bed. He hovers over me again, kissing me on the lips first and then opening my legs up. He kisses me harder as I feel him press against me. When he pushes in, my lips leave his and I lose my breath.
He fills me completely, and I curse under my breath at the feeling. My nails run down his back, trying to grab onto something after that pressure. He chuckles before putting his lips back onto mine and thrusting for the first time. He moans, the first time I've ever heard him moan, and it's the hottest thing ever.
He starts off slow and picks up his pace as he goes on, the pressure coming back to my stomach. He stops kissing me as he continues to thrust into me and he starts breathing heavier. My nails dig in deeper into his back as the pressure intensifies and I cry out his name again. He goes faster and harder, before he stops with a muffled scream. His arms tighten up around my body and his body shakes as he finishes.
He pulls out and curses under his breath, before collapsing beside me in the bed.
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
