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Take 28 - Gotta Be You - Part 5

A/N: Please comment as you read. Also. This is a double update within a very short time. Make sure to read the parts before reading this.

I was on top of Harry.

“Dammit,” I muttered. “That was painful.” I rubbed the bridge of my nose, leaning up on my elbows to look at him. “Are you made of marble or something?”

He laughed again. “No. All flesh and blood here.”

“Doesn’t feel like flesh…” I pouted.

“I wasn’t hiding from you,” he said. “I had to use the bathroom.”

“Oh…” Feeling stupid, I looked away. “I thought you were planning to scare me.”

“Trust me. That part was pure luck on my part.” He winked.

I didn’t know how to reply, and I was starting to become painfully aware of my current predicament. I was lying on top of Harry, in an awkward position where my face hovered above his sternum.

He reached down, grabbing my waist and pulled me further up, so my head was right in front of his. The motion made me rub against every part of him, and it ignited a fire inside of me.

I liked it. A lot.

“What were you doing?” he asked.

“I was trying to find you.” I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. “And I found this.” I held it up to him.

“Ah…”

Frowning, I met his eyes. “Do I need to prepare something too?”

He shook his head. “Nah. That’s just a habit I picked up. I always try to predict how interviews and public arrangements will go but…” He snorted. “I always end up blurting what’s on my mind anyway.”

I giggled. “That sounds like me… I blurt stuff all the time.”

Except secrets…

“Is that so?” He cocked an eyebrow, moving his hands from my waist and further down. “Can you blurt what’s on your mind now?”

He squeezed my bum quickly, making me grind against his body. My eyes widened. “Holy—”

I stopped myself and looked at Harry. He gave me a cocky grin, removing his hands from my butt and played innocent.

There was no way I would let him get away with that. From the moment I met Harry, my confidence had grown massively. I pushed myself up to my knees, straddling him. As I looked down at him, the expression on his face made me want to purr.

Except, I wasn’t a feline, and humans didn’t purr.

Instead, I moved my hips slightly, relishing in the response I got from Harry. He bit his lips, and I was overwhelmed with the urge to bend down and kiss him.

He moved his hands to my thighs.

I bent down and began to nibble at his bottom lip. The change of position made me rub against his crotch, and even though I was wearing sweatpants, I had no trouble discerning exactly how his body reacted to me.

“Harry…” I whispered against his lips.

That seemed to kick-start him into action. His hands moved over my body, caressing a patch of exposed skin on my hip. As our kiss deepened, his hands traveled further up under my shirt.

When he rubbed a thumb gently over my right boob, a moan escaped my lips.

I wanted to touch him too—I needed to feel him. Finding my way to the hem of his t-shirt, I slid my hands up and brushed my fingers over his chiseled chest.

Every muscle seemed to be carved into perfection. I’d never really cared much for toned muscles on guys—or guys in general—but I couldn’t deny the facts: Harry Styles was damn hot.

Using my nails, I ran my fingers lightly from his pectorals and down to the hem of his pants. He sucked in a deep breath. I smiled against his lips.

Fumbling with his belt-buckle, I continued to kiss him.

Then he rolled over, placing me on the bed while he rose to his knees.

“I can’t,” he said. His breathing was heavy, and when I looked up to meet his eyes, his expression contradicted his words.

“Why not?” I asked. I rose myself up on my elbows, bringing me closer to him. “Don’t you want to?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and I began to worry if I’d pushed too fast.

“Trust me,” he said. “There’s nothing I’d want to do more right now.”

“You’d do me?” I smirked.

He rolled his eyes. “I thought that part was pretty obvious.” He gestured to the bulge in his pants.

I giggled. “Why don’t you, then?”

Harry looked at the clock on his wall. “You were hospitalized less than an hour ago. This”—he pointed between us—“doesn’t exactly constitute as resting.”

“It doesn’t?” I leaned back on the bed, spreading my arms out. “It feels relaxing enough to me.”

“Cute…” He chuckled. “Let me rephrase it, then: the things I want to do with you doesn’t qualify in any way, shape or form as resting or relaxing.”

I widened my eyes at his words as my imagination tried to conjure up what he meant with that. “I’m intrigued,” I admitted.

He laughed and shook his head. “Another time, love.” He bent down and kissed my lips quickly.

I wrapped my arms and legs around his body. “When?”

“Any other time when you haven’t just been in the hospital?” He shrugged. “I’m usually flexible like that.”

“I can be flexible,” I said and tightened my hold on him. “You could test it out with me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. “You’re making this hard, you know that?”

It wasn’t intentional, but my eyes immediately sought the space between us, and I was reminded of what I’d felt earlier. “Isn’t that the point?”

Once again, he shook his head and laughed.  “Cami…”

I faked a pout and released him. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.

“Good girl.” He moved off the bed.

As a ten-year-old, I stuck my tongue out at him. “Meanie…”

He arched an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it. “Are you hungry?”

I shrugged. “I suppose.”

“Want me to make something for you? Or call room-service?”

The thought of Harry in the kitchen made me happy. I could almost imagine him flipping pancakes in the air while still oozing of swagger. “I’d love some pancakes,” I said.

“Coming right up,” he said and disappeared from the room. I sighed in bliss and snuggled into his covers. I didn’t know for how long I stayed there, but the moment a sweet scent of food wafted in, I opened my eyes to see Louis grinning at me.

“Harry is making pancakes, eh?” he said.

I nodded. “He’s taking care off me.”

Louis simply shook his head, mumbling to himself as he left the room. “It gotta be you. It just has to.”

A/N: Give it a vote, maybe? Also, I'm totally not exceeding my previous record. Sorry. =/ Gonna keep trying, though!