"Holy crap, how?!" I ask, astonished as someone lets us inside. He pulls the hood and sunglasses from his head and asks, "What do you think?"
"Like I said, how?!" I exclaim. My eyes gaze around the room, amazed at the paintings and sculptures in just this room alone. The Philadelphia Art Museum, way after hours! The entrance is grand with a high ceiling, chandelier, and beautifully structured walls.
"Perk of being part of One Direction." he chuckles. I feel his eyes on me as I scan around the room. I get a bit of a chill from the air and rub my arms, which my tank top exposes.
"Here." he takes his hoodie off, noticing my goosebumps. I thank him with a huge smile, grab the black hoodie, and slip it on over my head. It is extremely oversized, but warm. I look around, my eyes landing on a painting of a women, dressed like she belongs in the early 1900s on a little canoe boat, with a pug behind her, as they float down the river. I walk over to it, admiring the little details.
"Maybe your artwork will be in here one day." Harry whispers in my ear, grabbing onto my hips from behind and then kissing me on my temple. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I want so badly to kiss him, but am distracted by another painting.
"Did I make your night?" Harry whispers as we walk down the hall of the hotel, a little past 1 in the morning.
"Yes, you did. Thank you so much!" I grin, squeezing his hand.
"I did enjoy that date myself, so thank you too." he nods his head, pulling his room key from his back pocket.
"Date?" I asks softly, looking at him happily. He nods his head, biting down on his lip. We arrive at a door on the right hand side, he slides his card in, and we slip into the dark room. He lets go of my hand, quietly shutting the door. I can just barely make out his figure with the little bit of light shining in through the window.
"Louis' in that room, we're in this one." he says in a hushed tone, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards his room. I stop him quickly, kicking off my shoes and leaving them by the door, along with my bag. He pulls me in through the doorway, flicks on the light, and shuts the door quietly. I blink a few times, adjusting to the light. I take a look at the white covered bed and the chestnut brown dresser and bedside table. His luggage is propped against the wall, next to the dresser. There's a large window with golden curtains covering it.
"Take off your clothes." Harry whispers.
"Mm, I think not." I giggle, stepping back from him. He grabs me and I almost squeal out loud, resulting in having to cover up my mouth. He grabs hold of my my shirt and the hoodie, quickly pulling both over my head.
"Harry!" I whisper, smiling foolishly. He tosses them onto the ground, cups my cheeks and pulls me into a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him harder back. His hands move down to my waist, fingers trailing over my bare skin above my shorts. He bites onto my bottom lips, causing my lips to open wider and he begins to trace his tongue with mine. My breathing grows heavier as he unbuttons my shorts and pushes them down, letting them drop to the ground.
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I break the kiss with a tug of his shirt, before pulling it off of him. I look down at his hard chest, admiring the lines and curves of his muscles. He nudges my head over and begins kissing my neck. My eyes roll back and my eyes shut at the feeling of pure bliss. His hand roams down to my underwear, tracing the top and then sliding his fingers under. I shiver as his fingers press against me, trying my best to hold back a moan.
"Fuck, you're so wet." he whispers in my ear. I whimper quietly as he rubs me in a circular motion. My legs tremor a little as I look up into his eyes. The green is much darker than before, it's almost hypnotizing.
I nudge his hand out of there, and start to unbutton his pants. I smile as I see his black boxers underneath, showing off his excitement. I look him in the eyes and pull down his shorts, freeing it. I grab onto his shaft, watching as he tries to hold back a moan. I kiss down his stomach, moving down onto my knees. I kiss the base, then lick up towards the head. My mouth then covers the head, pushing it into my mouth. I look up to see his head falling back, his fingers now intertwining in my hair.
I move my mouth up and down slowly, my fingers now cupping his balls gently.
"Fuck." he whispers, grabbing onto my head and pulling me up. "Get on the bed and take off your panties. I need you."
I scramble to take them off, kicking them towards the pile of clothes as he reaches into his bag for a condom. He quickly rips the package open, takes it out, then slides it on himself. I get down on the bed, and he crawls on, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a kiss. He pushes me back onto the mattress, gets in between my legs, and pushes himself in.
I gasp and his hand collapses over my mouth, my eyes shutting as I'm instantly filled with pleasure. He moves slowly at first and lets go of my mouth, hand now gravitating to my breast. I grab onto the sheets, balling them up in my fists as he thrusts into me, trying to be as quiet as possible. The pressure builds up in my stomach and my toes curl as the feeling intensifies.
"Fuck, Megan." he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. He slams hard into me a few times, making me want to scream, and then he stops after one final hard thrust. His body begins to shake, his arms tightly wrapping around my body as he finishes. I start breathing heavily as he lays on top, still inside of me. My fingers slip into his curly locks and I stare at the ceiling as I feel his racing heart beat against my chest.
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfic"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."
