RILEY'S P.O.V.
"Ri, c'mon wake up, babe. It's Christmas Eve!"
I was nearly positive that had been the fifth time Liam had tried waking me up, and I finally rolled over and came face to face with him. He was laying next to me with a towel draped loosely around his waist and his hair dripping onto the pillowcase.
"Liam, you're getting the sheets soaked."
He smirked at me seductively and hooked one arm under my waist, pulling himself on top of me.
"Yeah, would you prefer the honors?"
I laughed shyly and turned my head away from him, but he only took that as an opportunity to kiss my neck. I tisked at him and rested my hands on either side of his face, kissing his lips briefly.
"I'm glad we're done fighting, Liam."
He nods and dips down to kiss me again.
"I am, too. We don't see each other nearly enough to fight when we're together. Leave the fighting for when I'm thousands of miles away, yeah?"
I giggled and slipped my hands under the damp towel, rubbing his hips lightly.
"Well, there is one thing that we can't exactly do when you're thousands of miles away and I think that it'll be a little more fun than fighting."
I wiggled my eyebrows playfully and he hummed in faux confusion.
"Whatever could you be talking about? Something naughty, I hope."
I slid the sheets down my body slowly, revealing my bare chest while staring deeply into his eyes and nodding innocently.
I squealed as he gripped my waist and flipped our bodies over so that I was laying on top of him. My legs naturally found their way to either side of his hips, leaving the thick, fluffy towel between his semi hard-on and my throbbing core. I leaned down and kissed Liam slowly, trying to control my breathing. We hadn't stopped touching each other ever since we made up. It didn't take long. I honestly forgave him the moment he came back to our suite from Harry and Piper's. We had a hard time taking Piper's family out to tour the city for the past couple days, but we snuck in small gropes under tables and quick kisses behind famous monuments. It wasn't enough. Every time we had gotten back to the hotel, it'd been like a non-stop porno.
"Hellooo! You two need to get outta bed; it's Christmas!"
Liam threw his head back into the pillow and rolled his eyes.
"Harry, get out of our living room so that I can make sweet love to my girlfriend!"
I playfully smacked his chest and pulled away from his body, which was honestly painful and nearly impossible to do.
"And it's Christmas Eve, Styles," I added for good measure and disappeared into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
Harry began knocking on the bedroom door and Liam sighed loudly, having a hard time not laughing at his best friend's idiocy.
"Either way, you can't miss out on the festivities! Be in our suite in an hour, okay?"
"Alright, H! But, when we do come, I'm revoking your key to my suite."
Harry's feet made loud stomps as he left our suite, screaming down the hall, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that!"
When the door slammed shut, Liam was already standing behind me in front of the sink, gripping my hips and kissing my neck. I stared into his eyes through the mirror and smirked knowingly, pleading him silently.
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You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}
FanficExcerpt: In that moment, nothing moved. Everything was silent. Except for him. He looked straight into my eyes as I nervously stood, unwilling to break my stare. His oversized hand seemed to move in slow motion as he pulled it to his mouth...