Her Song (A Harlena fanfiction)

Chapter 24.

"Happy birthday, darling," I whispered into Harry's ear, as I embraced him. Our hug was interrupted, when the doorbell rang. Our friends stormed inside, wishing Harry a happy birthday. We hadn't bothered to throw him a surprise party, because we all knew we couldn't keep it from him.

"We brought beer!" Louis exclaimed, maybe already a little tipsy. "Happy birthday, mate!". Everybody hugged Harry, and I rushed into the kitchen. I had kept him away from there all day, so he couldn't see the chocolate cake I had made for him. I'd spent a great deal of time making it, so I hoped he would like it. I placed the cake on the dining table without anyone noticing. A small whistle caught their attention.

“Cake!” Niall shouted enthusiastically. “Oh my god.”. I had never seen anyone look that excited about cake. We all laughed at him. He really was very endearing. Harry grinned at me, which made me so incredibly happy. He liked the cake. 

I handed a knife to him. “Harry gets the first piece, it is his birthday after all,”. I received a heart-melting smile that would have made a thousand girls faint. We gathered around him and sang ‘Happy Birthday’, while he blew out the candle I had placed in the center of the cake. When I asked him what he wished for, he just smirked mysteriously.

"That's for me to know, and you..." Harry snickered. "To find out,". He left me bewildered. It was without a doubt something sexual. We had done a great deal in bed, but because I knew I still had fantasies that had not been acted out, I knew he still had fantasies. Fantasies I was excited for. Two hours later everyone was shitfaced, including myself. We played Twister, which was not easy to play while drunk. Everybody tripped and fell, and then we stopped playing that, but started on a game of strip Monopoly, which Liam failed miserably at, and he ended up in his boxers. Troy and Colleen were a team, and they won, and they had only got rid of their right shoe. Harry and I had to discard of shirts. "My wish is coming true,". My tiny whimper was hard to hear, but I knew damn well that he had heard because of his goofy grin. At 1 am the others headed home, and it was hard for me to breathe, as Harry approached me. "Bedroom,". I almost ran to the bedroom with him behind me. “You know, you haven’t given me a gift.”.

“I know,” I managed bravely. “But I do have one. Me in any way you want,”. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m giving you carte blanche. Whatever you want. Doesn’t matter how kinky it is.”. I straddled his lap. “Would you like that, Sir?”. A deep groan emitted from Harry, who placed his right hand on my bum.

He smiled at my heavy breathing. “If you address me wrong, I will spank you. If you disobey, I will spank you. And it won’t be like the other times, it will be hard. Now suck me off,”.

I scrambled to the floor, sitting on my knees. “Of course, Sir,”. He removed his jeans and boxers himself and pushed my head closer to his cock. I knew what to do, and I placed a kiss on the tip before taking him into my mouth. But instead he grabbed my head and thrusted himself, but not before he had checked to see if I was okay. Harry’s endless worrying was lovely. His thrusts gained speed, so he was literally fucking my mouth. Having learned to suppress my gag reflex, I didn’t have anything against it. The alcohol seemed to have had an effect on him, and he came after just a minute.

“God, I love you,” Harry whispered when he had caught his breath. “I just realised that what we’re gonna do might be more than you want to do, so I want you to have a safeword. Do you have one?”. A small nod was given, and I told him my choice. “Lake? As in the lake?”. I nodded once again. “Okay.”.

*

I smiled at my mum and Greg, who were happily dancing their first dance as a married couple. Glancing up at Harry, I knew what he was thinking about, but I didn’t want to confront him. I did not want to rehash that argument. Harry caught me staring and gave me a confused look back, smiling down at me. The room was full of people. My mother and Greg had invited quite a bit of people, and the place they had rented was massive as well. We weren’t in London, but just a little outside of the city at some manor or something.