Secrets

twenty four

"Bella get down here! We have 30 minutes before our flight leaves and we were supposed to be at the airport an hour ago!" Groaning, I️ lugged my suitcases down the stairs to meet my brother. As we loaded everything into the car, I️ took one last glance at our neighborhood. I️ wouldn't see this house again for 9 months; the guys would be starting their 3rd tour in 3 days.

I️ glanced at the white house next to ours, the one that held some of the worst memories in existence. It had been over 2 months since I️ last saw Zach. About a week after our last encounter, the police arrested him for a DUI, and they found insane levels of alcohol and marijuana in his blood. The dumbasses let him go after 48 hours in a holding cell, and that night, he went out, got drunk, and killed a pedestrian when running a red light. Needless to say, the police didn't let him off so easy this time. They also searched his house for more drugs, and they happened to find a mysterious button. Upon further inspection, it was found to have absolutely no use— well, I️ mean, it made a pretty cool sound whenever someone pressed it, but other than that, completely harmless.

In other words, my Zach problems are over. And though a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, you know, with Harry's life constantly on the line, Zach's whole insane ordeal only made me like Harry that much more. And that sucked balls.

He and Taylor are going strong, and honestly, none of the guys can tell if he's into her or not. I️ mean, he acts like it, but then he'll deny it every time we ask. He's a pretty confusing guy if you haven't noticed already.

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"And this is where you guys will be sleeping while on the road," Paul gestures toward a corridor of bunk beds on each side with curtains for privacy.

"Don't worry. Most of the time, you'll be in hotels, but there might be one or two long drives where you guys will have to rough it out here," he joked. We had just gotten on the tour bus, and Paul was giving us the lay of the land. I️ gotta say, it was pretty spacious. I️ even get my own room! Something about girls needing their beauty sleep...

"I️ hope you know I'll be taking full advantage of your bed for our nightly cuddle sessions." Harry's voice tickled my ear. I️ laughed.

"You know Styles, you're giving me the impression that I️ am just your personal stuffed animal. I️ feel quite objectified," I️ huffed, walking away from him.

I️ was really tired, and I'm sure the guys were too. It was a 9 hour flight to America, and then a 3 hour drive from the airport to the tour bus lot. We were all pooped by the end of it all.

Harry quickly ran after me and scooped me up, carrying me bridal style into my room. "You're absolutely right, this entire arrangement only benefits me, and you don't gain anything from it. Poor you, having to cuddle with me every night..." I️ smiled.

"Then make it up to me." His eyes widened.

"And how do you suppose I️ would do that, Ms. Tomlinson?"

"Hmmm... massage me!" He seemed a little taken aback by my answer, but he quickly shook it off and nodded his head.

"Okay, get down. Let Harry do his magic," he said, cracking his knuckles. I️ giggled and did what he said, lying face down on the bed.

He started at my shoulders, applying a decent amount of pressure and really kneading out the knots I️ had from flying. It felt amazing. Best idea I've ever had, by far.

He slowly worked his way down, pressing his palms down into my back, and I️ couldn't help but let a moan slip out. He chuckled from above, and I️ felt my cheeks go red. Fuck. What have I️ done? He probably thinks I'm a weirdo now.

"Glad to hear you're enjoying my work." I️ could practically feel his smirk.

"Just shut up and continue," I️ growled, burying my face into the mattress.

Suddenly, I️ heard a soft smack.

"Ow! What was that for?" I️ whined, fake pouting. I️ mean, he didn't hit me that hard; I️ could tell it was meant as a playful smack.

"You want me to keep massaging you, you better start acting nicer towards me," he chastised, slipping his hands lower and lower until they rested on my lower back, near my ass.

My breath hitched as he began to massage me again, this time moving in circles, and man did it feel good. Harry slowly crept his hands lower one last time, so that his hands were now cupping my ass cheeks, gently kneading them between his palms.

He started off slow and gentle, barely brushing his fingers on my ass. Of course, I️ just happened to be wearing my silk pj shorts, that, mind you, were 3 sizes too small for me. Needless to say, a lot of my butt was hanging out, leaving lots of space for Harry's hands to "accidentally" brush over.

I️ held back several moans as he gripped me harder and harder; he was practically groping my ass now. I️ unconsciously wiggled my bum around, desperate for more friction, and Harry growled.

"Don't. Move." I️ smirked, turning my head to look at him.

"And what if I️ do?" I️ questioned, wiggling my butt in his direction. God I'm such an awful person. He has a girlfriend for Christ's sakes!

Harry suddenly slammed his hand down on my ass, and unexpectedly, I️ moaned. Luckily, his words drowned out my slip up, leaving me shocked at my actions.

"Does that answer your question?" He stared straight into my eyes, waiting for my reaction. So he didn't notice my moan. Thank God.

I️ nodded my head slowly. Harry was sexy when he was angry. To my pleasure, his hands found my ass again, resuming their work. I️ sighed happily, holding in the occasional moan when Harry gripped me extra hard. Dear God I'm going to hell for this.

After about 10 more minutes, he stopped and walked towards the head of the bed. "Scoot over, I'm cold."

Reluctantly, I️ rolled over and let him onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his chin onto my collar bone, blowing raspberries on my neck.

"Sorry for hitting you Bells, but your butt was looking much too cute not to," he whispered into my ear, causing me to blush.

"It's ok Haz... I️ kinda liked it." I️ muttered the last part under my breath, hoping he didn't hear. Harry chuckled.

"Oh baby I️ know. I️ heard you moan."