Two Pieces

"This Is It"

You're being a brat," Harry mumbled quietly in Sofia's ears as she leaned against the store counter.

"I'm really not," Sofia said, rolling her eyes and yawning widely.

Harry took a deep breath in frustration.

"You could help me look for things, you know," Harry growled.

"You guys are the ones who want to do this," Sofia said, "Not me. I'd rather be working a job, but no... we have to take a break..."

"It's Christmas, Sofia!"

"It's a good two weeks we could be building up our client base," Sofia mumbled.

"I am not beyond bending you over this counter and spanking you in front of all these people if you don't start to behave," Harry hissed quietly, leaning into her and sending shivers up her spine.

"I am behaving," Sofia hissed back.

"Barely," Harry snapped, turning from her and picking up a bracelet, "You need a reminder in manners. Do you think Danielle would like this?"

"I think Danielle likes anything shiny that she can show off on her wrist," Sofia answered, causing Harry to scowl at her.

"You could sound a little more grateful, you know," Harry said, "She's really going all out to make this special."

"I didn't ask her to do that," Sofia said, turning from Harry and wandering down the jewelry counter.

"No, your brother did," Harry said, raising his eyebrows knowingly at Sofia.

"Trying to send me on a guilt trip isn't going to work," Sofia said, rolling her eyes and tapping her nails on the counter.

"No, but a good long trip over my lap might," Harry snapped loudly, causing Sofia to look up surprised.

He had never been one to hide how he handled things, but to say it so loud in a public place kind of threw her off guard.

"You keep making threats," Sofia said, cocking her head to the side.

"That's it!" Harry snapped, grabbing Sofia's arm and yanking her towards him.

"You are not going to say one more word," Harry growled, "And when we get home, you are to go straight upstairs. I want you upstairs and bent over our bed... "

"Our?" Sofia asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

He had never referred to it as their bed before. He had never referred to it as their room. Although, if she really thought about it. It was. He spent every night in the there, his clothes finding themselves in her drawers and closet. His room had basically been untouched for weeks. She thought the use of those words would scare her, or make her run. But instead she almost liked them. It was nice having someone to share the bed with. And she was glad he thought of the bed as his. Of course, she would never tell him that.

"What did I say about speaking?" Harry snapped, before spinning her around, slapping her ass hard, and marching out of the store dragging her with him.


***


"God damnit!" Sofia hissed, as Harry's hand landed on her ass. He wasn't holding back today.

"Language," Harry barked, smacking her again, "Or I will double it."

Sofia bit down on her lip hard as he hit her again, her hips falling towards the bed.

"You need to remember your manners, Sofia. There's no need to be unpleasant. And I have no problem reminding you. You know exactly how I feel about being rude."

"Okay!" Sofia barked out as he smacked her thigh, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry because your ass hurts or actually sorry?" Harry asked, smacking her other thigh.

"Actually sorry!" Sofia cried out.

Harry's hand rested on her ass, giving it a hard squeeze and making her hiss in frustration.

"Your ass always looks amazing, especially with my handprint all over it," Harry said, his voice cocky.

Sofia turned her head to look at her, her eyes frustrated as Harry's eyes danced with amusement.

"Something to say?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

She knew better.

"No sir," she said, her tone bitter.

"I love leaving marks on you," Harry said, leaning over her so his hands were on top of hers. He pulled her hair, and bit down on her neck causing her to groan as he bit and licked.

"Yeah, don't think I didn't notice how wet you got," Harry whispered in her ear, "Always so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes sir," Sofia gasped out, as Harry bit down on her neck again.

"Even when I'm punishing you," Harry mumbled against her neck.

"Yes sir," Sofia answered quietly.

"We should do something about how wet you are," Harry said, "Don't you think?"

"Fuck yes," Sofia answered immediately.

Harry's arm swung back, smacking her hard again.

"Language," Harry snapped, "And you forgot your manners again..."

"Fuck yes, sir?" Sofia said, turning to look at him with devilish eyes.

"Close enough," Harry said quickly, turning her and pushing her down on the bed, his lips immediately on hers.



***



"You ready to talk about what's really going on?" Harry asked, as Sofia lay on top of him.

"What do you mean?" Sofia asked.

"I mean, you've been cold and distant these past few days," Harry said, "So instead of being like that, why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?"

"It's nothing," Sofia said, rolling off him and getting out of bed. Harry sat up immediately.

"Don't do that," Harry said, "We're so fucking past that shit."

"What shit?" Sofia asked, throwing a shirt over her head.

"The shit where you blow off what's bothering you and tell me it's nothing. I mean what's wrong with you? And don't say –"

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine," Sofia answered.

"Fine," Harry mumbled, covering his face with his hands, "I fucking hate that word. I want that word erased from your god damn vocabulary."

"Harry..." Sofia sighed, getting frustrated.

"Don't Harry me," Harry spat out, getting out of bed and pulling sweats on.

"I don't know why you feel the need to know everything that goes on inside my head," Sofia snapped.

"I don't know why you think you can still hide what goes in your head from me," Harry snapped back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You don't own my thoughts," Sofia mumbled.

"I'm not trying to," Harry said quietly, shaking his head, "I'm just trying to understand what's been going on with you..."

"It's stupid," Sofia said, shrugging, "And I'll get over it. I just... I'll get over it."

"Get over what?" Harry asked.

"Christmas!" Sofia snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration and causing Harry to freeze.

"Christmas?" Harry asked.

"It's a big deal to everyone," Sofia said quietly, looking at the floor.

"So?" Harry asked.

"It was never a big deal before," Sofia said quietly, "Mom would give us some gifts on the day of. But, we never really celebrated..."

"Oh," Harry said quietly, realizing that this was just something else that reminded Sofia of how different her life was, and how much was changing.

"Dad thought Christmas was stupid," Sofia said quietly, "I knew Santa wasn't real before any of my friends, because he never wanted us to believe in it..."

"You're dad was a real jerk sometimes," Harry mumbled.

"I know that Liam wants this to be a big thing now," Sofia said, "And I will try not to be the Grinch anymore. But, I'm not used to doing holidays. And I'm not used to decorations or Christmas cheer or family events. And to tell you the truth, everyone making a big deal out of this holiday, it's just another reminder that my parents aren't here. And that everything has changed."

"Change isn't bad, Sofia," Harry said quietly, approaching her gently.

"I know," Sofia agreed, "I just miss them. Especially right now. During the holidays. Even though we didn't really celebrate..."

"Holidays are weird," Harry agreed, "They can remind you of all the things you have and people you have, but they also do a hell of a job of reminding you of all the things and people you've lost. They're tough. And I'm sorry you're going through this. I didn't even think ..."

"It's okay" Sofia said, shaking her head, "It's stupid, I told you."

"It's not stupid!" Harry argued, "I just wish I could make it better for you."

"You're an idiot," Sofia said, shaking her head.

"Excuse me?" Harry barked, his face now annoyed.

Sofia grabbed his face gently with her hands.

"You do make it better," Sofia said, "You make everything better."

And then she kissed him gently.



***


"You know," Liam said, nudging his sister's leg with his foot, "You still haven't told me what you want for Christmas."

"I told you, I don't want anything," Sofia said, glancing up and trying not to look too horrified as Danielle and Eleanor decorated a very large tree in the living room of the mountain house.

"That's impossible," Louis said, leaning back in his seat, "You shop more then anyone I know, and I'm dating Eleanor."

"I know," Sofia said, "So, I buy what I want myself."

"You're really not understanding this whole Christmas thing," Niall said, "You stupid bitch. You write a list of things you want, and we literally get them for you."

"I get the concept, you Irish prick," Sofia snapped, "But I'm not a child. And writing lists is for kids who write to Santa Clause."

"Oh come on, Sof," Zayn whined, "Why can't you just play along?"

"Why can't you just accept that I'm perfectly happy with what I have, and I don't need a bunch of gifts on the 25th of December. Besides, it's not like your writing a god damn list..."

"I don't need to," Zayn said, shrugging, "The boys know what I like. Plus, getting rid of Perrie is gift enough. The girl was mad as hell..."

"Yeah, I told you," Sofia said, giving Zayn a knowing look, to which he stuck out his tongue in return.

"Sofia, which stocking?" Eleanor asked, holding up two different stockings. One plain red and white, and the other with Santa on it. Sofia cringed looking at both.

"We're hanging stockings now?" Sofia asked, swallowing hard and looking unsure.

"Of course we are," Eleanor said, with a duh to her tone.

"Everyone needs a stocking for Christmas," Danielle said, "How else will you get your chocolates and stocking stuffers?"

"I could probably just go out and buy them myself," Sofia responded, causing both Danielle and Eleanor to sigh and roll their eyes.

"You know, answers like that get you coal in your stocking," Harry said, with an amused grin on his face.

"Oh no," Sofia said, her voice flat, "Not coal."

"It's alright, Sof," Liam said, "It took me a little while to get used to it too. But after awhile I really enjoyed our Christmas's at the flat."

"We always have fun, every year," Zayn agreed.

"And the food is top notch."

"We've never done Christmas at your flat," Sofia scoffed, giving her brother a confused look. Liam paused, cocking his head to the side, before looking around at everyone else who also seemed to get quiet.

"No, you've never done Christmas at the flat," Liam said, "We've done it the last few years..."

"Where was I?" Sofia asked.

"You never showed up," Liam said quietly, "You worked or you went out to the club..."

Sofia looked down at the floor. Now that she thought about it, she remembered her brother asking her to come around to his for Christmas. But she never did. She always ignored his request and went out and got into some trouble. That version of herself felt like it was somebody else completely, almost like she didn't know her anymore.

"I'm sorry," Sofia said quietly.

"Don't worry about it," Liam said, shrugging.

"I should've been there," Sofia said, looking up at her brother.

"Sof, it's okay," Liam said, "You're here now, right?"

"Yeah," Sofia agreed quietly, but her eyes were somewhere else.

"Hey," Harry said, nudging her, "Be here. Not there."

"I was such a bitch," Sofia said, shaking her head.

"You're still a bitch," Niall said, with a cocky smile on his face as Sofia threw up her middle finger.

"But, you're getting better," Zayn said, causing Sofia to give him a dirty look.

"Let's see how much better your getting," Louis said, sticking a pot of popcorn on her lap, "Let's string popcorn!"

"Let's what?" Sofia asked, her face confused.

"String popcorn for the tree," Louis said, Liam laughing at Sofia's face, as it got more confused.

"People do that? In real life?" Sofia asked.

"Yeah," Louis said, with a wide grin.

"Happy Christmas," Liam said, winking at his sister.




***


"Sof," Harry whispered, "Get up."

"No, too early," Sofia moaned, rolling away from him.

"It's 10 am," Harry said with a laugh, "Come on, I want to take you somewhere."

"Harry," Sofia mumbled, "We'll go later."

"No, we'll go now," Harry said, nudging her, "Come on, get up."

Sofia groaned loudly, opening her eyes frustrated and sitting up. Harry had a smile on his face, and his eyes were sparkling in a way that only happened when he was looking at her.

"Okay," Sofia groaned, "I'm up, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Harry said, "Downstairs. 10 minutes. Don't keep me waiting."

"You're very bossy for 10 in the morning," Sofia mumbled.

"I'm always bossy," Harry said, "And you're always late. Believe me, you don't want to be late today."


***


"What are we doing here?" Sofia asked, staring up at the tattoo parlor.

"I know what you want for Christmas," Harry said, "And as long as we keep it from your brother until you're 18, you can have it."

"What makes you think I want a tattoo?" Sofia asked, looking over as him suspiciously.

"I heard you talking to Emily on the phone," Harry said, "I heard your plan to get it after New Years."

"You're a sneak!" Sofia hissed loudly.

"You're the one that was going to get a tattoo you know you're not allowed to have, and not tell anyone about it," Harry said, giving her a knowing look.

"Well, you wouldn't know that if you didn't listen in on my conversations," Sofia barked.

"Oh please," Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, "You were barely trying to keep your voice down on that
one."

"Okay, fine," Sofia agreed, "So let's say I want a tattoo..."

"You do want a tattoo," Harry answered.

"You're okay with that?" Sofia asked.

"If you want it," Harry said, "And you know what you want and you've decided on it, then yes. I want you to have it. I figured it didn't have to be another secret you kept, it could be something we do together..."

"You're getting me a tattoo for Christmas?" Sofia said, her smile getting wider. She was excited. She did want a tattoo. And she knew exactly what she wanted.

"Happy Christmas, Sofia," Harry said quietly, before leaning over and kissing her.

"It wasn't going to be a secret from you," Sofia said, when he pulled away, "I was going to show you."

"After you got it," Harry said, looking a little frustrated.

"Yes," Sofia said, nodding her head, "And I still only want you to see it after I get it."

"You don't want me to go in?" Harry asked, his voice rising a little.

"Please Harry," Sofia asked, "I want to do this myself. And then I want to show you. That was my plan."

"Well, what about doing it together?" Harry asked.

"We're still doing it together," Sofia said, "I just don't want you to see it until after it's done."

"What if you get something stupid?" Harry asked, "I should be able to nix any stupid ideas that you're going to get forever marked to your skin..."

"I guess you're just going to have to trust me," Sofia said, with a light shrug.

Harry paused. He was thinking about it. She knew he didn't want her to do this by herself, and he wanted to be involved.

"Okay," Harry said, agreeing, "But only because it's Christmas."


***


"Well," Harry barked, as Sofia walked out of the tattoo parlor, "Where is it?"

"Follow me," Sofia said, ignoring his look of panic and frustration. She was killing him with this one.

"Sofia, I'm not playing games, let me see what you got done," Harry growled.

Sofia turned leaning against Harry's car with a devilish smirk.

"You ready?" she asked.

"You know I am," Harry sighed.

He watched her as her hands went to the button of her jeans and she popped it slowly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry said, looking around the snowy street for anyone that could be watching.

Sofia ignored him; unzipping her jeans and pulling them back a bit.

"Sofia, stop it!" Harry hissed, grabbing her hand, and then his breath caught.


There it was.

Right there on her hip, in one of the most private places she could have put a tattoo, it was there.

A paper airplane.


"Holy shit," Harry hissed out.

"Do you like it?" Sofia asked.

"This is what you wanted?" Harry asked, staring at the airplane.

"I don't know if we're going to be ... whatever we are ... forever ..." Sofia said, "But I know that whatever we are, and where ever I am, I want you to be with me. I don't even want to feel like you're totally gone, like I did that night. This way, you're always with me."

"Sof..." Harry said, quietly, looking up at her in awe.

"And it's where it is, so only you will know it's there. It's only for you to see," Sofia said quietly, cocking her head to the side, "As long as you play your cards right..."

"No one else will ever fucking see this," Harry growled, as his fingers touched her red skin where the tattoo was, "This tattoo is mine. Just like everything else."

"Okay," Sofia said quietly, her skin on fire, not because of the tattoo but because of his fingers.

"Fuck," Harry said, shaking his head and looking up at her, "Fuck it."

He grabbed her, and swung the back door of the car open, pushing her inside.

"Ouch, Harry!" Sofia barked, "What the hell?"

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Harry said, yanking down her jeans in a rush, "I got to have you. Now."

"NOW?!" Sofia cried out, as Harry unzipped himself.

"Fucking now," Harry barked, before he pushed himself inside of her, pulling her towards him and kissing her hard.

And right there, in the middle of public, not caring who saw, Harry and Sofia came together.

It was a big difference from a few months ago.

She had no problem inking Harry onto her skin.

She had no problem being with him so publically.

Everything was different.

But really, they were the same.

"Best Christmas ever," Harry mumbled, pushing inside her again.

"Ever," Sofia gasped before crying out loudly as he went deeper into her.



***


"Jesus Christ," Liam shouted, covering his eyes as Sofia scrambled to pull the sheet over her and Harry's head fell back into the pillow frustrated.

"Do you to ever give it up?" Liam yelled, "I mean, Jesus! Lock the door at least!"

"I told you they were fucking," Louis called from downstairs.

"SHUT UP LOU!" Sofia screamed, causing Harry to laugh loudly from beside her.

"I was right wasn't I?!" Louis called back up, causing Sofia to groan loudly.

"This is it!" Liam cried out, "I can't take this anymore! You two have got to stop going at it like fucking rabbits!"

"Fucking rabbits," Harry snorted, causing Sofia to elbow him hard.

"You could knock!" Sofia yelled at her brother, "And you can get the hell out! NOW!"

"You were supposed to be downstairs 10 minutes ago," Liam hissed, "You're holding us all up, and everyone wants to start drinking for New Years. So, get your shit together, and get downstairs."

"Just leave without us!" Sofia cried out, throwing a candle from her bedside table at her brother.

"Fuck!" Liam yelled, dodging the candle, and running out of the room, "Can't you two just give it a break already?!"

"Oh my God," Sofia cried, throwing her hands over her face embarrassed.

"You keep saying that," Harry said, with a cocky grin, "You think Liam would know better enough to know you aren't praying!"

"Shut up!" Sofia barked, "This isn't funny!"

"No," Harry said, "It's funny. What isn't funny, is how you keep making me late for stuff."

"I'm not the one that started this," Sofia growled.

"You are too!" Harry barked.

"No, you pulled me into bed!" Sofia argued.

"Because you were wearing that damn dress!" Harry said.

"What? You going to fuck me every time I wear something you like?" Sofia asked.

"That's the plan," Harry said, sighing deeply, before kissing her and getting out of bed.

"How's my hair look?" Sofia asked, climbing out of bed. Harry looked up at her and bit his lip in amusement.

"You've got sex hair," Harry said, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, whose fault is that?!" Sofia snapped. She was putting her legs threw the gold strapless dress she had gotten herself for the New Years Eve party at the club.

"Mine," Harry said, "It's always my fault."

"Shut up," Sofia hissed, struggling to zip on her dress.

"Need help?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

"NO!" Sofia snapped, still struggling.

"Okay," Harry said, shrugging, and pulling on his suit jacket.

"Ugh," Sofia groaned, annoyed with her zipper, "Fuck me."

"I just did," Harry said, "But if you want to go again..."

"Oh just shut up and zip me!" Sofia barked, causing Harry to smile widely. He loved winding her up. Especially when she looked good and fucked and was wearing that dress.

He approached her, zipping the dress up slowly, and kissing her shoulder gently. He felt her breathe out and relax at the touch of his lips.

"You know," Harry said, his lips buzzing against her shoulder, "They say how you spend New Years Eve is how you're going to spend the rest of your year."

"Well, aren't you lucky, spending it with me?" Sofia asked, turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck with a devilish smile.

"The luckiest," Harry agreed, kissing her.

Sofia looked down at the ground, as though lost in thought.

"What?" Harry asked, causing Sofia to look up.

She bit her lip, as though unsure.

"Come on," Harry said, "What is it?"

"This year was... not my best," Sofia said quietly, "For most people, they would've said this year sucked if they went through what I did..."

"That's true," Harry agreed.

"But I wouldn't take it back," Sofia said, shaking her head, "Not any of it. Because you made everything better. You made my year, Harry. I just... I'm grateful for this year..."

"Me too," Harry said quietly, "You made everything better for me too. I wouldn't take any of it back. But I'm also hoping for a better next year."

"Me too," Sofia agreed.

"Here's to the future," Harry said.

"Here's to you," Sofia answered.

"Us," Harry corrected her.

She smiled gently at his words, before kissing him gently.

"Play your cards right, and this year I might actually be yours," she said, when she pulled away from him.

"You're acting delusional again," Harry said, snorting, "You're already mine."

"We'll see..." Sofia said, winking at him playfully.

We'll see, Harry thought to himself.
And then he pulled her in for another kiss.
A kiss that told her that she belonged to him.
And he belonged to her.
Even if it wasn't official.
And it was enough to just know it.
For now.

"Who knows what the future holds?" Sofia asked against his lips, breathless as she kissed him again.

"Us," Harry mumbled, totally sure of his words, "The future holds us."