If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 67

Harry and Ashley were looking at the ready-to-wear dress racks when a fan approached him for an autograph and selfie. Ashley discretely watched as he asked what the young woman's name was and whether she was having a good day. He good-naturedly put his arm around her and looked into the camera for the picture. The teen asked if she might have a hug, to which he complied, before she went off to continue shopping.

"You are amazing," she whispered when he walked close to her.

"Most of the fans that approach individually or in very small groups are like her. Those, I don't mind so much. If you were a fan, I'd definitely give you an autograph and a photo opportunity and a hug and . . ."

"Stop," she said cutting him off. "I don't want to know what you've given any fan."

He laughed under his breath.

"What's so funny?"

"The idea that you might be jealous."

"For that comment, you are banished," she said pointing as if sending him away.

"But I want to go with you to the dressing room."

"You're not going with me to the dressing room."

"But I have to see the dresses as you try them on," he pleaded with his most sexy smile.

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Smiling that smile."

"What?" he asked indignantly.

"Really, you are going to act as if you have no idea how gorgeous that smile is and what you might get away with because of it?"

He shook his head and looked down before turning away from her to laugh.

"So we're back to where we started. You are banished."

"No, baby. I'm sorry," he said touching her elbow. "Please."

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Harry set the bags on the sofa before going to the kitchen to start the kettle. Ashley went to the bedroom to slip off the high heels she was wearing and change into something comfortable.

Once the kettle was heating, he went to see whether she had already changed. She was dressed only in a matching camisole and underwear. "Hi there," said Harry wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck just under her earlobe. Ashley raised her shoulder in reaction to the tickling sensation Harry's breath caused. "You don't like that?"

"Your breathe tickles," she said.

"Hmm . . . come here," he said scooping her up and putting her down on the bed. He trapped her underneath him and held her wrists in one hand. "Where exactly was that spot?" he asked.

"I won't tell you," she said squirming underneath him.

"Very well. I'll just have to find others," he threatened.

"I'm not ticklish anywhere else," she bluffed.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said laughing. "How about here?" he asked as he slid his hand down her side. Although she shook her head, he could tell she was trying to hold in a laugh. "Or here." He trailed his fingers down her thigh as far as he could reach. "I know you want to laugh," he said smiling. Ashley held her ground and did nothing more than shake her head no. "Okay, then. We'll try a different approach." He rolled slightly to one side but continued to hold her wrists in one hand just above her head.

He pulled up the bottom of her camisole and began to lightly kiss her tattoo. She let out a small sound that told him she was as affected by their play as he was. "Ashley, we have about an hour before we need to start getting ready for Colin and Kristen."

"Only an hour?" she smiled.

"It's not much time, but I'll see what I can do as soon as I turn off the kettle."

When he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close for several seconds. "I love you," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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By the time they untangled themselves from the sheets, they had just over an hour to get cleaned up and dressed. "I'll straighten the bed. You go ahead and get your shower," he said kissing her.

With a sigh, she went into the bathroom and closed the door leaving him to sort out the sheet and duvet.

Jesus! When I think the sex couldn't be better, she surprises me. This woman is majorly under my skin. Just thinking about her . . . He pushed his hand through his hair and finished straightening the duvet and stacking the pillows. Since they'd not had their tea, he decided to do that while he waited for her to finish. A shower with her would be dangerous right now, he thought with a smile.