Timeless [ A Harry Styles OU ] {1/2}

eleven: part 2

This chapter is what inspired this pic idea for me 2 years ago. it's been a long time coming and I'm so excited but equally as nervous to share it with you guys. please comment and vote! I'm anxious to know what you think. 

this chapter contains MATURE content. read with discretion!

It's when Harry's hand reaches up to cup the back of Rhea's neck so he can deepen the kiss that Rhea finally comes back down to Earth. She never thought she'd be able to kiss Harry again, and now that she has, her mind feels a little hazy. Harry pulls back just a bit when she does, green eyes twinkling under the warm bar lights as he gauges her reaction.

Rhea inhales for what feels like the first time in minutes, reaching up to cover Harry's hand on her cheek. She turns her face and puckers her lips in a slight kiss against the inside of his palm, "Harry... We can't do this here."

She glances around the bar, eyes scanning for any witnesses. Even if it had been empty, whatever this thing happening between them was, it felt like it was meant for their eyes only.

Harry brushes his thumb across Rhea's cheek bone, nodding his head. He pulls his touch away from her to reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. He sets money on the granite before tucking it away and scooting out of his seat. He stands up and offers his hand to Rhea with a smile that makes the butterflies in her tummy start beating their wings faster. "You're right. C'mon, then."

Rhea puts her hand in his and stands up, grabbing her purse as Harry intertwines their fingers. He brings their joined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand before he leads them swiftly out of the bar area and towards the elevators.

There's an elderly couple waiting for the elevator as well and Harry comes to a stop behind them, his heart hammering and a big smile on his lips. He squeezes Rhea's hand as the doors glide open and they follow the couple in.

"What floor are yeh on?" Harry asks, turning to the elderly woman.

She replies and Harry hits the button after the one for his and Rhea's floor. Rhea watches the way his finger jabs the button and suddenly she feels anxious. She's been here before, many times, and she knows they're going to his room. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's not that at all, but it's the fact that it's with Harry that's making her mouth go dry. She feels the same way she did when she was a bloody teenager, shy and ready and anxious all at once. She shifts a little, thighs rubbing together to alleviate some of her need.

It's as if Harry can sense her mind running at a million miles a minute because he slips his arm around her waist, tugging her into his side. He turns his face and kisses her temple, nose resting in her hair. Rhea can hear the elderly woman behind them swat her husband's arm and mumble something about "why don't you do that with me" and she smiles. She turns her face and Harry pulls back as she buries her face into the side of his neck, inhaling his scent as her hand slides up his arm and grips his bicep. He kisses her forehead, and just like that her nerves are soothed.