What we become

12. By my side

Jess dropped me at the airport, and wished me luck. I waited anxiously at the airport. I couldn't see Harry through the crowd, but I knew his flight had landed. I had watched it soar through the sky, dive down towards the tarmac and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as it landed smoothly.

Harry was here. Harry was safe.

People started shouting and I knew, instantly, that Harry was almost by my side again, where he belonged.

I saw his weary head bobbing through the crowd of fans, paparazzi and security guards holding them at bay. He was wearing a button-up shirt with half of the buttons left undone, black skinny jeans and a bandanna which pulled his brown curls out of his face. He looked incredibly sexy, and I don't think anyone in the world would have disagreed with me. I couldn't wait until we were alone again. Oh, the things I would do to him tonight.

He looked up and saw me. A gorgeous smile broke out across his face, bringing out his dimples and lighting up his eyes. He didn't seem to care about anyone around him anymore, his eyes were focused on me and only me.

He closed the last few steps between us, and his hands came to my face to pull me in for a kiss. He tasted sweet and minty all at once. His kiss reminded me of sunshine and perfect ocean waves, the way they rolled effortlessly over one another, hypnotising and beautiful and natural; just as they had been for thousands of years and as they would be for thousands more. Then his hands fell to my waist and, without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly up to his height. I felt myself melt; it was my natural reaction to him now. Over the last few weeks, I had spent numerous nights lying awake, touching myself thinking of him and remembering his intense looks of desire and ravenous kissing, and I could never quite hold back the urge to cum fast and hard thinking of him when I touched myself.

We could both feel our kiss deepening, intensifying, and for a moment I had forgotten that we were in public. He broke away, smiling. "Hey," he said as he let me down gently.

"Hey," I replied. Then he took my hand in his and led me out of the airport, and it was then that I noticed there were people with cameras all around us; professional paparazzi snapping away, people pointing their phones at us, recording our every move. The whole world would see that intimate moment, intended for just Harry and myself.

Once outside, we ducked our heads and ran to the car that was waiting for us. He seemed tired and exhausted on the drive to the hotel, but he talked animatedly and cracked jokes, the way he always did. I had told my parents I was staying at Jess's house tonight. There was no way I was leaving Harry's side.

When we got to the hotel, Harry's drivers handed us the keycards. They had already checked him in, so we could save time and head straight upstairs. Harry insisted he carry his own suitcase upstairs. He was ridiculously rich and famous, yet he was so down to earth. There were some random people in the lifts who he made small talk with before they took a photo with Harry and got out a few levels before us.

The moment they were out, I turned to him and kissed him, drawing him in closer to me. "You have no idea how much I missed you," I whispered into his ear as I kissed him along his neck. He made a small groan, then the elevator door dinged, and opened onto the penthouse floor.

"I want you," I said, suddenly nervous. "But I haven't done this before."

"Had sex?" he asked.

I nodded slowly. "Any of it, really. At least, not with someone else."

But I had been watching a lot of porn, searching 'love making' and learning the positions and googling any questions I needed an answer to. I felt like I knew what to do and had even embarrassingly practised on fruit in the safety of my locked bedroom over the past lonely month.

"That's okay," he said. "I don't want to pressure you-"

"Are you kidding me? I want this to happen."

I leaned in again, closing the gap between us, and kissed Harry. I could feel him stiffen slightly and I knew I had freaked him out. I kissed him along his throat, my hands twisting through his hair as my hungry mouth found his again, and I pulled him deeper into me. With that, he softened, and I knew I had kissed him into submission as he was kissing me back, without any reservation.