Finding Yourself

chapter 65

When I woke up I had a piercing headache and Harry was still passed out next to me. The taste of alcohol was still present on my tongue, almost making me sick. I crawled out of bed and everywhere was a mess. Mine and Harrys clothes were scattered around the bedroom floor and our shoes were spread out from the living room to the hall way. I got myself a glass of water and sipped it down, thinking of what I could remember from last night. My memory got blurrier and blurrier as I thought about the night from start to finish and I had absolutely no recognition of getting home, but I did remember it was Harrys birthday.

I'm so disappointed he didn't tell me because I went about the day fairly normal; well apart from being on a beach in America. He made my birthday really special and I didn't do anything for him, not even get him a gift and I know that wasn't my fault but I still couldn't help but feel guilty. I wonder if he told Niall, Louis and Liam not to tell me or they just didn't mention it because they knew Harry didn't like birthdays? I thought about this until Harry called me.

"Melanie? Where are you?"

His voice was groggy and tired, which made me smile to myself. I poured him some water and went back into the bedroom.

"How are you feeling?" I giggled.

He sat up in bed and he took the water from me. "Fuck, I've felt better I can tell you that."

He rubbed his head and patted the bed and I didn't hesitate to crawl in next to him and put my head on his chest.

"And how are you feeling?" He said quietly.

"The same as you." I smiled.

"Well in that case, I can't think of a better hangover cure than a day in the in the pool." He grinned, kissing my forehead.

"You might be right there. The place is a mess though. I'll clean it before we do anything else." I shrugged.

"Melanie, we're on holiday. You don't need to clean anything."

"Have you seen the place?"

He scanned the room and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know what? I'll do it." He kissed my forehead and slid my head from his chest.

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"Melanie wake up." Harry said kissing my neck.

I must have fell asleep while Harry was cleaning. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, it was spotless. I smiled and he flopped onto the bed next to me.

"I suppose that makes up for you not telling me about your birthday." I smiled at him but I knew deep down part of me wasn't joking.

"Oh Melanie." He sighed. "I hate birthdays, I have ever since my dad died, I told you that."

"I know, I know." I said sitting up. "But you made my birthday special and I didn't get the chance to do that for you."

"We're in America Melanie, are you insane? Yesterday was the best birthday I've had yet, which proves you didn't even need to know about it to make it special. I've got you and you're special enough to keep me happy every day."

My cheeks warmed and I could tell they were bright red. Harry smiled and placed his lips on mine.

"It was my birthday and if I don't care about it, you shouldn't either. Okay?"

"Okay." I agreed.

He kissed from my neck down to my bra and freed my boobs with his hands. He kissed them softly and his hands continued to travel south, hooking his fingers in the top of my thong. He pulled it down and rubbed my sweet spot with his fingers. My hips circled in response and after only a few minutes I could feel the tension building in the pit of my stomach.

I pushed his hand away and rolled on top of him. I pulled his boxers down, wrapping my hand around him and pumped painfully slow. I looked up at him through my eye lashes and his breathing hitched. He pulled me up his body, closer to his face and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. He rocked his hips beneath me and rubbed himself between my legs, giving me goosebumps. I lowered myself onto him and Harry slammed in and out of me straight away, leaving me no time to savour his touch. He continued to get harder and harder, both our faces straining with every thrust. The bed was banging against the wall and despite my whole body feeling like jelly and our moans being louder and longer than they ever have been before, I couldn't help but thank god we didn't have any neighbours.

Both of our bodies were sticky with sweat now and as Harry pushed in and out of me with every grunt, I didn't ever want this moment to end. His pace never slowed and as I got close to falling apart around him, my moans had turned high pitched and my breathing was heavy. Harry was saying dirty things in my ear, tuning me on even more and his final few thrusts were deep.

I rolled off of him, my entire body shaking and I pushed my damp hair from my forehead. That was the hardest sex we'd ever had and I could tell we could both get used to that a little more often! We were both panting and Harry began to laugh lightly.

"What?" I smiled.

He shook his head and grinned. "You're incredible."

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 "The steak in here is much better than the steak back home." Harry said as he put his knife and fork back on his plate.

We were at a beautiful restaurant we saw a few days ago when we came back from the theme park and I had to agree with him, the steak was loads better.

We finished up our meals and instead of driving us back to the villa, Harry drove us to the beach. It was dark when we got there and the stars were shining.

We walked along the beach hand in hand, the waves swaying gently by our feet. Just like when we first got together. It seemed so long ago now. It felt just like when me and Harry saw that douchebag in the club for the second time and how much had changed between times. That was how I felt now. It was strange really.

Harry looked over to me and smiled.

"What?"

"Just seeing if you had your necklace on." He said, swinging our hand between us.

"I've never taken in off." I grinned.

"Not once?"

"Not once." I repeated.

He smiled and turned away to hide his glowing face but I saw him. I always see him.

We laid down on the sand and looked up at all the stars. I picked the brightest one of them all and smiled, knowing (thinking) it was Hannah. Harry was probably doing the same and calling the brightest one his dad. My heart ached for 16 year old boy who's world tipped upside down. It made me think what would of happen to me if Harry wasn't there when Hannah died. Would I have gone off the rails too?

Probably. 

Definitely.