Lessons Learned

Kiss Me (extra Sarry scene)

Sierra's POV:

"You're gonna have to buy another suitcase," Harry smirked when he came back inside from the balcony where he had been on the phone with his mum.

"No, I'm not," I argued.  I had pulled all my clothes and shoes out of my suitcase and duffle bag in order to refold and organize everything.

Harry stepped over the piles of clothes and shoes I had laying around and shook his head with a chuckle.  "Seriously, I guarantee that it's not all going to fit back in the suitcase and bag you have. You bought too much stuff today, love."

"I didn't buy any of it, remember?" I looked at him with a glare. "Every time I went to check out you had already handed your credit card to the cashiers."

Harry shrugged with a cheeky grin.  "Oops?"

I went back to the task at hand and finally filled my suitcase and duffle bag, barely able to zip either of them up.  "Ha!!!" I shook my hands in the air for emphasis.  "Victory!"

"Good job," Harry smiled, then pointed behind me.  "But...what are you going to do with all that, though?"

I turned around to find the pile of pajamas behind me and groaned.  "Shit!"

His laugh was simply adorable as the clapped his hands together and laid himself back on the bed, his laugh fading into a chuckle.  "Silly girl."

"Shut it, Styles." I stood to my feet and let my curls down.

Harry sat back up on the bed, his arms behind him to hold himself up.  "I told you so."

"Yeah yeah," I scratched at my scalp, trying to figure out where to put the clothes.  My eyes caught one of his suitcases, which was always half empty anyway.  I grinned and looked back to him.  "Harrrryyy," I said in a whine.

Harry shook his head with a chuckle. "Absolutely not."

"Please?"

"I pack lightly for a reason, doll.  You should try it sometime." He grinned.  "They're just pajamas anyway...if we're sharing a room you don't have to wear them anyway.  I'll be fine with it, I promise."

I threw my head back and giggled, then moved toward him.  "Pretty please?" I pouted my bottom lip at him.

He shook his head again with a chuckle. 

I smiled seductively at him and moved to straddle his lap. 

"I guess I could be persuaded," he wiggled his eyebrows, then pursed his lips at me, awaiting a kiss.

I looped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips.  "Now?"

"You call that a kiss?"

"Well, what kind of kiss are you wanting?"

He shrugged, giving me a smile.  "In order for me to share my suitcase...it's gotta be better than that."

I pressed my lips against his once more, then moved my tongue into his mouth.  Harry groaned against my lips, sitting up to rest his hands on the small of my back.   The kiss deepened and I felt his tongue tangle with mine. 

The palms of his hands were warm and soft, when they traveled up my tank top to touch my skin. His lips trailed down my jawline, kissing at my neck.

"Sooo..." I cooed cutely.

"You can have my suitcase," he breathed. "I'll carry my stuff in plastic bags."

I giggled, feeling him breathe against my ear.  "Nooo, I'll get another duffle bag tomorrow.  Or a bigger suitcase."