Kiwi | Harry Styles

Thirty-Three

Jessi

Somebody relentlessly ringing my doorbell pulled me from my dream. I'd been dreaming about Harry, dreaming he was here with me, that I wasn't all alone. Whoever was at the door wasn't giving up. I threw the covers off and stomped out of bed.

"Alright! I'm coming for fuck's sake!" I yelled. My foul mood was getting worse by the second. I buzzed them in and yanked open my apartment door, ready to give them a piece of my mind.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed and closed the door again, not quite believing my eyes. I opened the door slowly this time.

"Well, that's not quite the reaction I was expect -"

"HARRY!" I flung my arms around him. "You're here! You're really here!"

"Well, you didn't think I'd miss your Birthday, did you?" He chuckled.

"Yes! Yes I did because you told me you would!" I playfully smacked his arm repeatedly.

"Hey! First you shut the door in my face and now you're assaulting me, I think I'll just go back to London." He chuckled louder.

"Nuh uh. It's my Birthday! That means you have to do as I say." I smirked.

"Is that so?" He grinned, closing the door behind him. "And what exactly would the Birthday Girl like me to do?"

"The Birthday Girl, would very much like you to do her." I smirked, walking towards my bedroom. I giggled as I heard Harry cough, surprised by what I had said. "Harry!" I giggled as his arms slid around my waist and picked me up. I couldn't help but smile as he put me back down and his body pressed me against the wall.

"And where would you like me to do you?" Now he was the one smirking. "Here? the bath? Shower? Bed? Maybe you'd like me to do you right on top of the kitchen table?" I could feel myself getting wet just at the way his eyes were raking over my barely clothed body. I had on a pair of pants and one of his t-shirts.

"Anywhere," I shrugged before adding "everywhere?" with a smirk. Harry let out a little growl before he crashed his lips to mine. I savoured every moment, I'd missed him so much, being apart from him seemed to get harder every time. My phone ringing interrupted our moment, I glanced over to my bedside table and saw it was Danny. I pushed Harry back and went to answer my phone, Danny would worry if I didn't answer.

"Hi Danny!" I answered, Harry wrapped his arms around me and I batted them away so I could concentrate.

"Hey Angel! Happy Birthday!" He sang.

"Thanks." I smiled, throwing myself down on the bed.

"I can't believe you're 21, a proper grown up. Where'd your Mum's lil' jellybean go?" He chuckled.

"I know. It's weird though. I don't really feel any dif-er-rent!" I stuttered as I felt Harry's mouth on me through my pants. I tried to sit up, but he pinned me down easily with one arm.

"Jess? Are you okay?" Danny asked as Harry pulled my pants down with his teeth.

"Uh huh! I stood on a plug." Harry chuckled against me, only adding to my pleasure. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, swatting at his head.

"Ouch! Sounds painful. Remember, dinner is at 7 tonight, yeah?" Danny said, I placed my hand over the phone and let out a moan as Harry's tongue worked its magic.

"Yeah, I - I remember. Sorry Danny but I really need to go." I rushed out.

"No problem, Angel. I'll see you later. I hope you have a nice day." Danny said.

"Thanks. Bye Danny." I hung up quickly, throwing my phone down on the bed. "You're such an idiot." I swatted Harry's head.

"Hey, now you're just being mean." He pouted, pulling back from me and resting his head in his hands. I let out a little whimper as I mourned the loss of contact between us. He turned his back on me but not before I saw a smirk playing on his lips.