What we become

11. Somewhere I belong

Harry woke first the next morning and as he tried to move, I woke up.

"Hey," He said, lying propped on one arm as I rolled onto my back.

"You sleep talk," I mumbled, my eyes still closed against the early morning light.

"Do I?" He laughed and planted a small kiss on my lips. That made me open my eyes. He was smiling, gazing down at me and I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. "What was I saying?" he asked and stroked a small strand of hair behind my ear.

"You said 'the vodka goes on that shelf and you go on that shelf'. I'm not sure why you want to put me on a shelf?"

He laughed and kissed me again, and this time, I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him in close, so he was lying on top of me. Then our kiss grew deeper and I felt him sigh and I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him down the neck.

"I wish you didn't have to go," I finally said, and he pulled back so he could look me in the eye.

"I will be back for you," he said. "Next month, on your birthday, I will take you out on a date and it will be the greatest date you have ever been on. I promise you that."

Little did he know, I didn't have any other date experience to compare it to.

"And how will it be better?" I asked, as his hands brushed my waist.

"Because it will end with this," he said and kissed me, long and deep and I felt myself instantly get wet. His hand was on my waist, the shirt rucked up under the sheets. All he had to do was move it a few centimetres and it would be between my legs. Then he could feel just how much he turned me on.

I pulled at him and he moved on top of me, kissing me with a burning intensity. I could feel how hard he was between the thin fabric of his briefs and my panties.

"Wait," I said, pulling away. "Last night, you didn't want this?"

"You were drunk," he said simply. "I didn't want to take advantage of you. And more importantly, I wanted it to be special for you. I can't just sleep with you and then leave you."

"Well thanks. I don't want to be just another notch on your bed," I blurted out. He pulled back and took my face in his hands, looking into my eyes.

"Is that all you think I want, Ella?" His voice was troubled and serious.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to tell the truth either. Turns out, I didn't have to. My silence said it all.

"Ella," he breathed and kissed me lightly on the lips, "You're all I want."

"For now," I said. "But maybe not tomorrow, or in a week... or in a month." I took his face in my hands and tugged him in closer and kissed him again. He broke away to say something, but I stifled it with kisses. I didn't want to hear him deny it because it would break my heart even more when it came true and he moved on. I had the feeling his life would get too busy and he wouldn't be able to make it back to me next month.

It had taken me a long time to fall asleep last night. I had decided that I could be friends with Harry Styles, and we could share one drunken night of passionate kissing, or I could make it something more. Unfortunately, time wasn't on my side. I glanced at the clock and realised it was almost 6am. "Your flight leaves in an hour, you need to get the airport." I pushed him away.

"I know," he groaned and slowly pulled himself away. He walked to his suitcase and pulled on some jeans a shirt. He caught me watching him and gave me quick grin and a wink, then swept every loose item from the hotel room into his suitcase. How easily and how quickly he could pack his whole life away.

I lay there for a moment longer, then propped myself up on one elbow, finally feeling brave enough to speak my thoughts.

"Are you sure you will still want to see me when you get back?" I asked, and he stopped what he was doing, crossed the room in a few steps and leaned over once more and kissed me again.

"Of course, Ella," he said. "For the first time since leaving home, I have found somewhere I belong. With you."