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How are you guys doing this whole Corona situation? I'm always here to talk if you want :) I'm trying to update more but online school is KILLING me. I'll keep trying but I'm having major writer's block. Don't worry though, I have a lot of chapters drafted so I'm not leaving you like that. 

Ellie's P.O.V

I'm antsy as I'm being driven home. Gemma was generous and allowed me to borrow her driver to drop me off. She claimed she'd probably spend the night at her mother's anyway. She also winked as she dropped me outside, but I ignored it. 

Definitely a major switch from her previous behavior. 

I wish Harry and I could leave together, but that would catch the press' attention and there would be several speculations. Not to mention, it's his mom's special night. She deserves the spotlight, not a pair of young lovers.

Did I just say lovers?

When I arrive, I go straight up to Harry's room. I knock several times, but no answer. I debate using his keycard to get in. It feels like an invasion of privacy, even though I doubt he'd mind. After mulling over it, and getting some weird looks in the hall, I decide to go in. God knows how long he'll take to get here anyway.

I let out a gasp when I open the door. 

Flower petals line the floor and lead to the bedroom. I follow the trail to find the bed covered in petals as well. A bouquet is also on the bed, along with a box of chocolates.

The door opens and I take a minute to realize he's back. My heart rapidly beats in my chest and my palms are coated in sweat. I go to meet him so he knows I'm here. 

"Aw fuck, you beat me to it," he sighs when he sees me. He isn't as disappointed as he acts, judging by the amusement in his eyes. I go straight in for a hug. No one's ever been so romantic to me. "I'm, uh, not implying we have to have sex. Just thought it would be a nice gesture," he stammers, turning a slight shade of red. "Wow, it was dumb, I'm sorry." 

"Where did you even get the time?" I pull away and lightly push him against the wall. "Harry fucking Styles, you deserve it." 

His breath hitches and I begin kissing him before he can react. Our kisses start light and playful. Like always, continuing builds up the sexual tension between us.  I secretly love the power I have over him at this moment. 

Harry flips us so I'm against the wall, dominating my lips in a possessive way. Just like that, all the power has shifted back to him. 

"Are you sure?" He asks warily. I nod. "Say yes," he pleads.

"Yes."

He begins unzipping my dress. I turn around so he has better access. His hands slowly skim my exposed back, almost taunting me. Tingles linger everywhere he touches. 

"Be careful, I'm returning that," I warn in all seriousness. 

Harry's amused, but doesn't question it. He slowly unzips me and the dress pools at my feet. 

He steps back and admires my body. I shy away, feeling insecure. I step out of the dress and lightly nudge it away with my foot. 

I think he senses my timidness. He begins undressing as well. I stop him and do it myself, but slowly. I tease him in the same way he teases me. 

First, I start with his coat. I slide it down his broad shoulders. I toss it to some corner of the room. His eyes darken at the mere act. Then, I start unbuttoning his shirt. About halfway through, I untuck his shirt and continue with the buttons. My hands momentarily feel his abs. He tenses under my touch, but I know it's a good sign.