Over Again

Chapter Seven

I eventually let Harry take control again, realizing that he had way more experience than I did. He began placing soft kisses from my jawline to my collarbone. I wanted more of him as I cupped his face with my hands and forced them into my lips, our tongues now exploring each other's mouths. I wanted to tell him I wanted him, all of him, in me. So I bit his bottom lip playfully, and he looked at me with the look of lust clear in his eyes. We continued kissing and kissing each other’s necks, his hands wrapped around my back to unclip my bra revealing my breasts. He began to massage them with his hands and rubbed over my nipple with his thumb making me moan. I let my head tilt back, closing my eyes as he continued to kiss my neck and massaging my breasts.

He laid me down on the bed; his hot body hovering over me as he took off his pants, his boxer shorts revealing his erected cock. He moved my underwear to the side and began teasing me by rubbing his thumb over my clit.

I bit my lip, "Harry I want you so bad right now," the words escaped my lips.

He leant down and whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my ear lobe. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?”

Without warning he shoved two fingers in me pumping them rapidly, "Harry! Fuck!" I was close and breathing heavily, "Harry, I'm close..." I managed to say.

"Not yet baby, I want you to come inside of me," he breathed. I was willing to hold myself together, but not for long.

He took his fingers out of me, and removed his underwear. Even though I had seen him before since I walked in on him all those years ago, I was still surprised at its size. I swallowed over the lump in my throat, hoping I would be able to take him in me. I rubbed his dick with my hands getting up to lick the pre cum off his shaft; he bucked his hips toward me. I started licking all over the head making him moan, "Yes, Georgia, Fuck yes!” I started taking in half of him, and then fully taking him in, he started thrusting towards my mouth, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag, but I slowly got used to it. Harry started breathing heavily as he took himself out of my mouth and laid me down again. He quickly slipped on a condom and pushed himself in me, positioning himself before thrusting into me hard and deep, our hips touching with every thrust, our moans filling the room. After a while, he started thrusting faster, we were both about to reach as our moans started becoming louder and louder, and with one more thrust he sent both of us over the edge, calling each other's names out. His thrusts started becoming lazy, both of us panting. He pulled himself out of me and laid down next to me, my head resting on his sweaty chest. "So that’s what I’ve been missing out on?” I stated, still out of breath. He looked at me with delight and chuckled smugly as we both laid in each others arms, our heated bodies squished together.

I lay awake beside Harry at 4am; his arms still wrapped loosely around me. I thought about what had happened tonight for the millionth time and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when he wakes up. Was this just another one of his one-night stands? Or did it actually mean something to him? Of course I couldn’t ask him straight up, I am the worst at confrontation. Okay, if he kisses me on the lips before he leaves, it definitely meant something. After a while of just staring at the ceiling, I looked back at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table; 4:45am – Paul would be coming around to pick the boys up for the airport in an hour. I decided to wake Harry up then, knowing him, he had probably put off packing until the last minute. I turned to face him, gently nudging his toned chest. He shifted slightly and I felt his hold around me become tighter as he pulled me in closer, the warmth radiating off his body.

“Harry…get up,” I whispered into the crook of his neck with a smile. “You have to pack,”

“But I’m tired! And it’s cold!” He complained.

“You’re always tired and it’s always cold,” I told him.

After about ten minutes of arguing, I finally got Harry to start packing. He threw his suitcases onto the end of the bed as I helped him pack. I felt a little bit like a hypocrite since I tried so hard to wake him up, meanwhile I was still sitting on my side of the bed – I hadn’t even bothered to put my clothes back on yet. Every time he came around to my side of the room I found myself hoping he would just lean down and kiss me, but every time he would just go straight to his dresser.

By 5:30am I was rushing alongside the boys and Eleanor into the Mercedes van where Paul awaited. Harry and I sat in the back with Liam while Eleanor, Louis, Niall and Zayn filled the rest of the seats. I couldn’t help but notice that Liam hadn’t said a word since meeting everyone in the apartment lobby and his eyes were glued to his phone the whole time, a goofy smile even appearing on his face every few minutes.

“What’s with Liam?” I whispered to Harry out of curiosity.

“He’s probably texting Dani, they’ve still been talking non stop even though they broke up a while back.” He replied casually.

I nodded in understanding. I realized everyone else was about 97% asleep and I didn’t want to disturb them so I fished my iPod out of my bag and plugged my earphones in.

“What are you listening to?” Harry asked when he noticed me bobbing my head to the song.

I took the right bud out of my ear and stuck it into his and I watched as he began bobbing his head to the beat of ‘It’s Time’ by Imagine Dragons. A smile too wide for someone who woke up at four in the morning appeared on his face. He took the other ear bud from me and turned the volume up to get the full effect, his eyes lighting up as he listened to the catchy tune. Oddly enough, the only thing going through my head as I watched his reaction was how much I loved him. And I don’t mean the friendship kind of love; it was the kind that made me want to spend as much of my life as I could with him. The one that made me imagine how our future children would look like and what their names would be and where we would grow old together. But it all seemed far fetch. I was snapped out of my daydream when I realized the vehicle had stopped. We were at the airport now; Paul and a few other bodyguards were unpacking the luggage while the boys piled out of the van. El and I said our goodbyes to the boys and watched them walk away into the building. As Eleanor and I got back into the van, the new driver slid the door shut behind us. That was it. Harry didn’t kiss me, which means the previous night meant nothing to him. Okay. I can live with that, I think.

***

I waited anxiously for the doorbell to ring through the house signalling Harry’s arrival. I felt like a twelve year old girl waiting for her crush’s phone call so I preoccupied myself by helping mum out with lunch – I’ve always liked cooking. When I heard the ring I’ve kept an ear out for, I dropped what I was doing and removed my apron, hurrying to the door. I was in such a rush that I fumbled with the lock causing a split second delay. Once I opened the heavy wooden door, Harry’s smiling face greeted me and I only had a second to take in his presence before he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, crashing his soft pink lips onto mine. For a while we just stood at my front door, completely consumed in each other until we both ran out of breath.

“I can’t believe I didn’t get the guts to run back and do that at the airport,” He exhaled, my face still in his hands. 

“I missed you so much,” I replied, an involuntary smile making its way onto my face as we walked back into the warmth of my home.

As I shut the door behind us in my bedroom, I felt Harry grab me by the shoulders - a sense of Déjà vu flooding me.

“I have a serious question to ask you,” He said, and I could see that familiar look on his expression. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I stifled a giggle, “Harry, this is exactly how you asked me out when we were younger,” I reminded him.

“I know,” He smirked. “You didn’t answer my question,”

“Of course!” I answered, standing on my tiptoes and kissing him on the lips.