Harrys P.O.V
After a brisk walk, I saw a pond come into view. As we inched closer, I took in the sight infront of his eyes – a gigantic weeping willow tree that sheltered the most peaceful area I had ever set eyes on. Across the pond was a small bridge, surrounded by stones and bulrushes. Niall and I turned to each other, shocked that a place like this could exist in the middle of a bustling city. The girls, catching on to the silence, paused to absorb the scenery as well.
"Rose and I come here a lot, no one really knows about it." Emma said
I turned to her, my lips parted slightly.
"It's beautiful, almost impossible to believe were still in the city." I laced my fingers with Emma's.
"It's true, reminds me a lot of back home, there are tons of places like this in Ireland." Niall said putting his arm around Rose
"Yeah well, you better not tell anyone about it." Rose warned, putting Niall in a pretend chokehold. "Or else."
Niall laughed and raised his hands in the air, surrendering.
" Yes ma'am." He said laughing.
Rose's eyebrows wiggled playfully, "Ma'am. I like the sound of that." She giggled, leading Niall towards the pond and over the bridge.
Emma led me to the trunk of the willow tree, sitting down as I did the same. At first we were side by side, sitting upwards as Emma pulled at the grass. I took the opportunity to really look at her; her wavy brown hair, her slender fingers, her plump lips, and her long eyelashes. Sitting right beside her without touching her felt strangely awkward, and I didn't know why. After all, I had met her only hours ago. Pushing my fear of rejection to the back of my mind, I reached beside me, gripping Emma's waist, effortlessly pulling her onto my lap as I lay back against the trunk of the willow. Looking behind her to face me, Emma giggled.
"You could have just asked me to move, you didn't really have to pick me up." she said giggling
Emmas P.O.V
He blushed, and my eyes lit up. Every one of his features; his strong jaw, his cheekbones, his pink lips, and now the slight pinkness of his cheeks, every one of Harry's features awed me.
"Oh- erm, sorry"
I watched as Harry's fingers played with the waistline of my jean shorts, and all I wanted to do was tell him to take them off. I wanted to kiss him and feel his hands on me; I barely knew him but I really didn't care. I tried to think of a sexy answer to his apology, but the way his lips were slightly parted and his eyes bore into mine was too distracting. Lifting my chin up so that my lips could meet his, I kissed him slowly. Harry snaked his arms around my waist as he kissed me back, his fingers roaming over my stomach. Slipping my tongue into Harry's mouth, I shifted slightly so that I was sitting in Harry's lap facing him, my hands found his chest and I ran them over his shirt, frustrated with the material. I wanted to feel his torso, see it, taste it and leave a mark there. The feeling of wanting someone so much was new to me, but then again so was Harry. Our slow kiss turned quickly into a heated make-out, each of our hands roaming one another's clothed torsos. As my hands made their way under Harry's shirt, he stopped me.
Harrys P.O.V
"Look, I..", I was at a loss for words. It wasn't that I didn't want Emma to touch him, and it wasn't that I didn't want to do the same to her, it was just I had been with many women, if not countless women. I generally had no issue with one-night stands; in fact, I welcomed them. I knew that commitment wasn't practical for me at this stage in my life. But looking at Emma, the softness of her face and the lust in her eyes, I realized that I wanted her. I didn't want to sleep with her and then leave the next morning, no. I really wanted her. I didn't know what I had the right to want with her; I had met her only a few hours ago. But I knew that I wanted something more.
Emmas P.O.V
I kept my hands on Harry's bare stomach underneath his shirt.
"Is this not.. okay?" I looked into his eyes. I worried that Harry would say yes and take off, that it wasn't okay. But the look in his eyes told me something else. I felt as though my hands were meant to be there, it felt natural. It was absurd that it did, but touching Harry and sitting on his lap felt right. Harry shook his head, his hands lingering on my small waist.
"No, it's.. it is okay. I don't really.." Harry was clearly nervous
My heart was racing; I just wanted to tell him how much I wanted him. How much I had already found myself infatuated with him. I thought about telling him to meet me again tomorrow, when it would be light out. We wouldn't be under a tree, shadowed by the darkness, completely alone, underneath the stars, but I couldn't. I wanted him now.
"Do you want to stop?" I felt bold, alive, and extremely turned on, yet my tone was a whisper.
Harry looked deep into my eyes. A deep, monotone word escaped his lips.
"No".
With that, each of us pressed our lips to one another's, all boundaries broken. My hands explored his biceps and the taut muscles of his lower back. I don't know how long we stayed there for, but only one word could ever describe it, incredible.
As we heard Rose and Niall crossing the bridge, Harry pulled away from me, touching my red lips that were now swollen from kissing him for so long. He smirked as he ran his finger across my bottom lip, making my cheek flush.
"Ahem" Rose and Niall said, interupting our moment. Harry and I each looked up, momentarily forgetting that I was still straddling his waist. I blushed, my hands automatically rushing to smooth my hair, as Harry did the same.
"We should go", I said to Rose reluctantly while looking at Harry. I didn't want to leave; I could stay out here all night with him. Harry cleared his throat.
"Yeah we should get going as well". We got up, Harry brushing off the rear of his pants as I straightened my jean shorts. Breaking the awkward silence, Rose pulled out her phone and handed it to Niall, instructing him to put in his number. Harry reached in his back pocket and handed his iPhone to me, smiling as I typed in the numbers. Us four walked back to the hotel making simple conversation. I kept replaying my night with Harry over and over as I walked beside him, my hand in his. As we reached the hotel, we said our goodbyes, exchanging hugs and kisses on the cheek. As I leaned in to hug Harry, he gave me a gentle kiss. As I deepened the kiss, I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket. Reaching around me, Harry grabbed it, reading the message as I tried to get it back from his grasp. Getting my hands on the device, I read it.
"Willow Tree. Tomorrow. 1 pm. Xx Harry." I smiled up at him, he responded with a simple wink then headed to the elevator with Niall while me and Rose headed home.
