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I NEED TO STOP UPDATING EARLY BUT I JUST LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

*Norah's POV*

I shifted myself on Harry's lap and he groaned, his fingers digging into my hipbones as our lips became more tangled with every second.

I wasn't really sure how we ended up like this, all I'm sure of is that it involved three glasses of wine and lots of laughing from both of us.

"Your skin is so smooth," he murmured as he nipped at the skin under my ear. "I just want to touch you everywhere baby."

"Then do," I giggled, pushing my hands through his long hair. "We have all night, Mr. Styles."

"That sounds so hot coming from those lips," he grinned, skimming his thumb over my bottom lip. "God, I can't wait to feel you again."

I fumbled with his buttons, my cheeks hot and flushed from all the wine and smiling we had been doing. Finally he just stepped in and undid them all, chortling to himself about who knows what as I ran my hands up and down his toned chest. He was definitely more toned now, and a few inches taller than what I remembered.

His suit jacket and button-down were quickly taken off and thrown aside to join the growing pile of clothes in front of the huge fireplace in the corner of my room. Already there were my shirt, bra, and shoes. Harry wanted me to keep my leggings on, although I was beginning to wish I had just taken them off. I was feeling so hot and my skin was just crawling in anticipation for him.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart," he grinned, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "Seriously, you look positively edible."

I scrunched up my nose and he laughed, a sound I missed a lot more than I thought I did. I'd forgotten what it sounded like.

"Lay on your back," he instructed, his eyes growing dark with lust.

I rolled off his lap and giggled again as I stretched my legs, poking his bottom with my toes while he stood at the end of the bed and shimmied out of his dress pants.

"Darling, you're beyond tipsy," he snorted like it was just the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "But you know what?"

I bit my lip. "What?"

"I am too."

He jumped on the bed and I laughed again until there were tears on my cheeks and his face matched mine. We were a hot mess, all tangled together with sweat and legs and socks and sheets and giggling.

The kisses were long and slow and his lips were sweet against mine, not to mention he kept smiling and telling me how beautiful I was for the next thirty minutes.

My head was spinning with the wine and my body was more than ready for him so after I had enough kissing, I wrapped my legs around his middle and forced his crotch against mine.

"Oh baby," he moaned, burying his face in my neck. "That feels so good, Norah."

His hand slipped between us and he rubbed over my leggings, making my hips buck and my eyes squeeze shut in pure pleasure. It had been so long since I had been touched this way, and Harry knew exactly how to do it.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as his hands ran up and down my thighs and his lips skimmed my neck, leaving small kisses all the way to my collarbone.

"I want you to call me what you did earlier," he panted as his lips worked down my stomach and towards my legs. "If it's not too weird for you."

I smiled and shook my head. "Not at all."

Harry hummed as he dragged my leggings down my legs, taking his time and teasing me as more wetness began to pool between my thighs.