Remember? A Harry Styles Story

Chapter 10

I stood next to her, just as we did not long ago, here in our kitchen, in our home. We were cooking dinner together. The radio was on in the background, playing some Ed Sheeran song. 

"So tell me a memory." I said, standing back against the counter. "Anything."

This memory was about our day trips. Days off during tour, splitting from the group to go here or there. Many times, Lia and I would sneak away spend some time together without tour managers, band mates, or paps coming around.

"We would be so adventurous." Lia said quietly. Under her breath, she whispered, "Used to be."

I grabbed two plates and some forks, "Let's eat." We sat by the fireplace, leaning against the couch. I was so torn, every day it was the same thing... Do I want to be with her? Do I want to forget the part of my life that includes her?

She finished her plate and set it down. "Sorry for being so weird. It's nice having you back here." She covered her legs with a blanket. 

I nodded as I grabbed our dishes and placed them in the sink. "Can you finally shed some light on all of these tattoos?" I laughed, sitting down next to her. "I find new ones in the shower and I am left utterly confused." 

Lia smiled as her cheeks turned a rosy red. "They are in private places."

"No way." I smiled. "Just show me." I opened my arms, "I dare you." Lia rolled her eyes and tossed the blanket off. She unzipped her hoodie and lifted her top.

I felt that unmistakable heat rise up in my chest as she pulled her top over her bra. "This one is kind of embarrassing." She carefully unhooked the little clip in the front of her bra to show a capital H, written in small script, between her breasts. "I don't know why we got this, but you have an A as well." 

"I thought that was for my mum." I laughed. Lia put her shirt back down and shrugged. 

"There's another couple. Do you wanna see?" She smiled. 

As I nodded, she rose to her knees and unbuttoned her jeans, "Don't laugh." She peeled them off and I awed at her thigh. She had a simple rose with leaves placed around it. 

She pointed to a small word written in cursive, "We got this one because we were in America, New York I think, and we just wanted something silly." The word was very close to her undies, Lover, was all it said. "Yours is the same. You had to shave the hair off in order to get it. We laughed about that." 

"Now I have to see it." I knelt on my knees, unbuckling my jeans and looking on the inside of my thigh. There, in cursive black ink, was the identical word. Lover. I smiled, "Well would you look at that?" We both put our jeans back on and sat down. Silence settled over us.

"Tea?" She asked me, standing and walking to the kitchen. 

I nodded, watching her. The way we were together made sense. And how could I deny something like that?

She handed me a steaming cup, "Just the way you like it." Her smile warmed me up. More than the tea ever could. 

"Can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

I sipped the tea and set down my cup. "What do you think about starting to go back to our old life?"

She's quiet at first, but then she slightly nodded, "It's like it told you when we were talking about this in your bedroom, I like the idea but we can't rush it." 

My head only nodded but inside I felt all these things rush around in my head. "Do you think you'll ever feel the same way about me?" I asked.

Lia smiled, "I don't think I've stopped loving you. Even if you can't remember me." She shrugged.

I sat closer to her, placing my hand on her soft cheek. "Thank you so much." I whispered, "For all that you have done and still do for me." I smiled. "I don't think I could thank you enough."

She sniffled, "Harry," The tone of her voice reminded me of the night I told her to leave. Her delicate fingers eased into my hair, "I'll always love you. Even if you find somebody else and make new memories with them." She wiped a tear from her cheek.

I ran my thumbs against her cheeks, "Don't cry." I whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead, "I...I don't want to make memories with anybody but you." My nose began doing that 'about to cry' burning sensation. I tried to sniffle it away, but to no avail.

"You mean so much to me," She said, "and it was so, so hard letting you go. If you want to come back, I don't think I'll be able to let you go anymore." 

I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her to straddle my lap. "I won't leave you. I don't want to." I said, brushing her hair behind her ears. "Trust me."

She nodded, closing the distance between us. Her lips felt warm against mine, moving in sync and almost begging for more. Lia pushed me back, "Come on." She quickly stood, leaving the room and escaping into the hall. "Harry," She paused, waving a finger at me to follow her.

I found her in our bedroom, still decorated with our photos. "Lia," She was laying on the bed, "What do you want to do?" I asked, hoping I wasn't assuming.

"Harry, I need you." She whispered. I climbed into bed, steadying myself above her. "I need, we need this." Her hands dipped below the hem of my shirt and pulled it off.

"Okay," I said, more of a confirmation to myself rather than to her. "You sure?" She nodded with excitement. 

After that, things went quickly. Our hands delicately roamed each other's bodies. She already knew where to touch to make me shiver and I had the pleasure of finding her spots. 

I placed kisses all over her body, some delicate, some bites. There were to be many marks on us in the morning. 

Before I knew it, Lia was down at my hips, further exciting me. She had my length in her hand and then in her mouth and I had trouble containing myself. It was pure ecstasy.

After we found new positions and tried new things, we were ready. Lia was underneath me, and I entered her. New feelings and sensations rocked my body and we fell into a sync. 

Moans of pleasure echoed in our bedroom, causing us to giggle or smile about them. We tried going at it another way, then another, and before long I was reaching my end. 

Lia moaned my name as I finished, panting and sweating. We smiled as I moved next to her, laying down from exhaustion. "Wow," I said breathlessly. "Wow."

Her naked body turned towards me and she looked at me with a love and admiration that I hadn't seen before, "That was great." 

I smiled, "Weird question."

"Shoot."

I turned to her, slightly embarrassed, "Was it like that every time?"

She giggled and hid her face, "Yes. Sometimes even better." Her hand reached out to mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "How about we hop in the shower now? I feel sweaty." I nodded, following her into the steaming room, almost sure that I was ready for a round two.