9 Boys 1 Choice

Madrid, Spain Day One

I wake up remembering I got drunk last night by myself since Harry's words drove me crazy. I still did not know if I should believe him or not. For once, I was beginning to realize Liam was my type and Harry is more of a mess than I am.

I put on a sundress and converse then curl my hair. I think about our plane to Madrid that leaves in a couple hours when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say.

"Saphire," Harry calls. No one has ever called me that before.

"I have to tell you something," he walks deeper into the room.

"I know I was drunk last night but the only thing I remember was what I told you and that I was trampled by fans. The only way I know about that is because the video is on youtube," he chuckles.

"Well, I think that's supposed to be romantic," I laugh.

"I'm sorry I let you go, I didn't want to and I am ready to be yours. I've gone so long without you and I can't take it anymore. I want us to be forever," he smiles.

"Forever?" I ask.

He just walks up to me and kisses my lips with so much passion, it blows me away. I never knew he felt this way and I was glad he finally opened up to me. He finally takes his lips off mine but it wasn't enough.

"Wait, one more," I laugh.

I pull him in and feel him smile as I try to kiss him. We both end up smiling and stop kissing. It was romantic and this time I knew he changed.

"After all this time... you're still wearing that ring?" he smirks.

"I'm yours," I smile.

"And I'm yours love," he says in his cute accent.

We walk to the concert a little late so when we get there 5sos is already halfway through their set. I notice Liam's eyes on us and I immediately feel a pang of guilt. I tell Harry I had to talk to Liam and he just nods.

"Liam, I'm so sorry, I didn't want it to be like this between us," I frown.

"Forget it, we're friends and that's it okay?" he asks.

He gives me a hug then shoos me away from his area. Harry holds me in his arms until it's time for all of us to go on stage.

My favorite song we sang tonight was Better Than Words. It was the best feeling to hold Harry's hand while he sang to me.

I wave to the fans and we all leave stage. My Twitter notifications blow up right away with the new hashtag: #Sapharryisback. I laugh to myself at the fact that it happened so fast.

Before Harry and I walked into the hotel, I noticed everyone giving us dirty looks, probably because we've dated so much but I don't even care anymore.

"I got the couples suite," Harry smirks. I loved it when he did that.

We walk in to the smell of vanilla and cinnamon. I see candles everywhere and two roses on the bed. He hands me both of them then kisses my head. I hear the faint sound of music and begin to take my clothes off until I'm naked in front of Harry.

He looks me up and down and smiles at himself. He throws off his jeans and shirt until he's down to his boxers.

"One more layer," I wink.

He finally takes them off and I slowly walk over to him. I push him onto the bed and he spins us so he's on top.

"My turn to take control," he says in a serious tone.

His hand caresses my side then I feel his warm lips move from my neck to my chest to the spot right above my private area. The way his mouth felt against my skin gave me the chills and I could not help but let out a quiet moan. Once he's done down there, I feel him go into me.

The feeling was now familiar but it was even better with Harry. He kept going faster and harder and at one point he threw his head back which turned me on even more. He slows down a little but then finally pulls out. I pull his face close to mine and kiss his neck.

I was wrong, I always had the best sex with Harry.

We both go under the covers and cuddle as close as we can. His body warmth made me feel like I was home.

"I missed you," I say in the darkness.

"I missed you to the point that it was unbearable," he says with a hint of sadness.

This day was one of my favorites and I would keep this in my heart forever.

"I promise you we will be together until the day I die," Harry whispers into my ear.

With those last words, my eyes close and my head rests against his chest.