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Take 24 - Does He Know - Part 4

A/N Please comment as you read. It takes a second, and makes my day. 

We walked hand in hand back to the lobby. As we waited for the elevator, the little hairs on my arms rose as a chill went up my spine. I felt watched. Looking around, I tried to see who it could be, but the lobby was covered with security—I didn’t spot anyone.

Harry squeezed my hand. I smiled at him and went into the elevator. I wasn’t sure how I’d react to seeing Louis when we came upstairs, but he hadn’t said anything.

Maybe he hadn’t recognized me. He must have met a lot of girls over the past years, and I looked completely different five years ago. If I just made sure there was a distance between us, then he might not be a problem at all.

I looked down at our hands. This feels good. Smiling, I turned my face towards Harry. Slowly, he met my eyes. Something occurred to me: we were all alone in here.

“What?” he asked.

“Kiss me?” I suggested. My heart rate increased. I was feeling sort of frisky.

Harry gave me a lazy smile before turning around. He pecked my lips quickly. “Like that?”

I pouted in response. No. That’s not what I wanted at all.

I couldn’t explain it, but there was something about romance and elevators. Somehow, it felt like this was the kind of moment, where he should push me against the wall, grab my waist and kiss me senseless.

He laughed. “That’s cute…” He leans down to kiss my bottom lip, moving slightly to my cheek and down to my neck. “How about this?”

I found it hard to breathe. Nodding slightly, I tilted my head, wanting him to continue. Apart from the pool, this is probably the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.

And I liked it.

Harry placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to me. My chest pressed against his, and I loved the proximity.

When his lips covered mine again, I almost sighed in relief. It was amazing, titillating and mind-blowing.

Then it stopped.

I stopped myself from whining—that wouldn’t be very smooth. Looking up at him, I bit my lip. “Why’d you stop?”

It could have been the poor lighting in the elevator, or my eyes playing a trick on me. But as he laughed almost nervously, it seemed like he was… blushing?

“Trust me,” he said. “It’s not out of my good will. But”—he gestured around us—“we’re going to arrive on our floor in a few seconds, and I don’t think I can stop once I’ve started.”

Somehow, that made me happy. At least, I wasn’t alone in wanting him. I looked at the little lights move on the elevator, calculating that we had a few more moments. Stepping closer, I stood on my toes and whispered into his air. “So… you don’t want to kiss me fiercely against the wall of this elevator?”

His mouth dropped open. “Oh, I want to—I really want to.”

I kissed his neck. “Are you sure?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed.

My kisses traveled down to his collarbone, and I made sure to cover every inch of exposed skin above the neckline of his shirt.

“We’re here,” he whispered.

I looked up, and sure enough, we were on the top floor. Pulling me back, I grinned. “Such a shame.” Turning around on my heels, I walked out of the elevator.

“You don’t say,” he muttered.

I almost skipped down the hall, and it took everything I had to walk semi-normally. Harry stayed behind me, and I refrained from shaking my hips.

What had gotten into me?

This kind of sexual being wasn’t exactly who I was, but it felt fantastic. I didn’t know if it was the weight of the lies, and the grave impact they could have, that had been lifted from my shoulders. I just knew that Harry liked me.

In the very pre-school, sending love-letters kind of way.

And that never happened to me. Not until Harry Styles. The pop sensation. Who liked me.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“Wait,” Harry said before I reached for the handle to his suite.

With raised eyebrows, I turned him. “Yeah?”

He reached for me, pulling me close. “You’re kind of a tease,” he said.

Before I could answer, he swung me around and pressed me gently against the wall. It didn’t hurt, and I knew that I could escape anytime I wanted, but it still had the desired effect. He cupped my face in his palm, his left hand on the bare skin on my thigh below my shorts.

“I like it,” he said, and then he kissed me with everything he had.

His lips moved over mine, deepening the kiss almost instantly. A moan escaped my lips, and it only seemed to spur him on. The way his tongue teases my lips and tongue tickles, and when he pressed his body against mine, a whole swarm of butterflies erupted inside of me.

It wasn’t anything like all the other kisses we shared. It had the sweetness of the first kiss, the passion of the kisses in the pool, and then something more. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt almost primal.

My hands clenched his shirt in a vague attempt to gain some kind of control, but I didn’t really try.

I didn’t need to. Harry handled it like a boss.

In between kisses, I gasped for air. If only I didn’t need to breathe. That would have been so handy right now. I never wanted to stop kissing him, and I never wanted him to stop kissing me like this.

It was perfect. His curls tickled my forehead, and I was hungry for more.

He pulled back. “We should go inside,” he whispered against my lips.

In one swift movement, he released me. Without another word, he ran a hand through his hair and opened the door to his suite, leaving me breathless outside.

I needed a moment to recollect myself and catch my breath. Patting my clothes, to fix any wrinkles, I finally turned towards the door.

“And you call me the tease,” I muttered to myself as I walked inside.

A/N: Gonna try to go for a tripple update, so give this a vote, maybe? To cheer me on, you know. lol. <3