Golden

19

I'm perfectly fine
I live on my own
I made up on my mind
I'm better off being alone
We met a few weeks ago
Now you try on calling me "baby"
Like trying on clothes

I couldn't get this verse out of my head as I paced barefooted back and forth across Harry's bedroom floor. After the corporate call, I had called him like he had asked. He had been patiently waiting downstairs in the hotel lobby, probably making sure I didn't ghost him, although he wouldn't ever admit to that.
The valet driver allowed Harry to leave his car in the private back lot, which was thankfully secluded and completely inaccessible from the prying eyes of the public and paparazzi. To my relief, we drove out of the hotel entirely undetected; but I didn't allow myself to fully breathe until we were back safely in his gated driveway.
"Why are you nervous?" Harry asked me now, his gaze following me around the room as he watched me from his bed. He was shirtless again, clearly tempting me, and tilting his head to the side with a devilish smirk on his face.
"Who said I'm nervous?" I asked at once, stopping in my tracks. I didn't want him to know I was writing yet another song about him. This was getting embarrassing...
"Well you're running around the room like it's on fire," Harry pointed out with a small shake of his head. He patted the spot on the sheets next to him, eyeing me. "Why don't you come and join me here instead?"
"I thought you wanted to talk." I gave him a sideways glance of my own, feeling his charm effortlessly infiltrate every part of my being.
"I can multitask." Harry's eyes lit up as I inched closer one step at a time, gladly taking his bait. "But the longer I stall, the longer I get to keep you for."
You can keep me forever, I wanted to say, but didn't.
I sat down on the bed next to him and he took no time at all gently pushing me back against the pillows. He carefully climbed on top of me, hovering over me with a wide grin as I relished in the weight of his body on mine.
"I like this view," Harry noted softly, nuzzling my neck. My breath hitched as his teeth grazed my skin, my heart thundering in excitement. "I could get used to seeing this every day."
Every day? Did he really mean it?
I pulled him down closer to me until our lips were just barely touching. I held him there, smirking against his mouth, feeling his body stiffen with anticipation and desperate longing. When he couldn't wait anymore, his lips landed on mine, our eyes closing at the same time. His hands traveled to my waistline, caressing every inch of me on his way down.
I much preferred this over talking.
Harry's lips were my own personal form of luxury. I could kiss him all day, every day, for the rest of my days and it still wouldn't be enough. He tugged at the hem of my shirt, which I easily slipped off over my shoulders before he had a chance to pull away and ask. I didn't want his lips off of mine for even a second.
I gripped his neck roughly before racing my fingertips down his back, feeling him shudder against my delicate touch. I had so much power over him, yet he had so much power over me. It was an ever changing dynamic: exciting, magnetic and intoxicating. I was addicted to him in both the best and worst ways.
A moan escaped him as his tongue opened my mouth with ease. Heat erupted in every part of my being as Harry's arms twisted around me. The rest of our clothes quickly became a crumbled mess on the floor as his hands continued their leisure exploration of my body. His fingers danced across my stomach, my hips, my thighs; leaving a trail of sparks on my skin from his intricate path.
"Lucy," he called softly, not taking his mouth off mine.
I loved the way my name sounded on his lips.
Harry lowered himself against me, kissing a slow trail the farther down he traveled. I sighed in pure bliss, grabbing a fistful of his hair as my back arched on the silky bedsheets.
"Harry."
He peered up at me with wild eyes. His lips grazing just below my pelvic bone, right where my blackbird tattoo was inked. I was starting to think that was his favorite spot on my body.
"Want me to...stop?" He breathed into me playfully. Despite his question, he kept kissing my skin.
"Don't stop," I gasped to him, my voice trembling, unable to find any ounce of control left in me.
"What was that?" Harry gingerly pulled his lips away. "Did you say stop?"
"Don't do that," I begged between gritted teeth, wanting his mouth back on my skin more than I could ever remember wanting anything.
"Don't do that?" Harry repeated cunningly, smirking as he continued to look up at me, feigning innocence and misunderstanding. "So you do want me to stop?"
"Don't stop!" I huffed, desperate for him, all of him. All of my senses were on overdrive just being this close to him.
"Are you sure?" Harry teased mercilessly. His hands ran up my sides, gripping my hips tightly. I felt his rings dig into my flesh, craving more and more of him with each passing moment.
"Harry!"
With the sound of his name, he dutifully continued his euphoric descent. I closed my eyes, writhing in ecstasy, realizing in that moment that I would never, ever get enough of Harry Styles for as long as I lived.