Nothing Matters

Chapter 37

Stephanie's POV

Eventually Harry showered and got dressed, and I pulled him out the door before he could ruffle his hair in the mirror again and complain that it wasn't quite the way he wanted it to be. I don't understand what was wrong with it considering it looked particularly similar to how it normally did. It didn't matter anyways, once we got in the car, he pulled down the visor and opened the mirror to begin finding fault in the "flatness" of his hair. "I don't know what to tell you, Harry! Use a more voluminous shampoo?" I fussed, satiated by his dissatisfied temper. He let out a big humph which 75% of me found ridiculously boyish and irritable, the other 25% finding it adorable. I let my hands rest on the steering wheel while we sat in a line of traffic. Traffic plus a grumpy Harry was not what I needed right now. "Why aren't I driving?" He huffed, eyes narrowed at himself in the mirror as he toyed with the chestnuts locks sitting on his head.

I reached my hand across the dashboard and grabbed his chin in the crook between my thumb and the rest of my fingers, yanking his head gently to face me. "Hey, you." I seethed, my voice feigning authority to which he pouted. "I'm driving you to go eat some good breakfast to fill your tummy and satisfy your hunger, I think you should be a little less frowny and more smiley." I lectured, releasing his chin and dropping my hand in my lap. The cars began to move forward and my foot released the break. "But my hair-"

"Ah-ah." I paused him, reaching blindly across his body to press one finger against his lips. "No complaining." I finished, turning up the radio. He slumped in his seat, beat by my assertive figure. A few minutes later, we arrived to the restaurant. Harry, I suppose feeling like he needed to make up for his attitude, jumped out of the car and ran to my side to open my door and help me out by my hand. I rolled my eyes playfully, he only entwined our fingers and guided us to the entrance. Inside, heads turned and cameras flashed softly. Anytime we've gone out, it was either to really fancy restaurants where rich people didn't care to bother his presence, or in really void vicinities. This breakfast bar was small and local, people from near neighborhoods here and about. Harry didn't seem phased, he asked for a table that was distant and beyond the throng. We ended up sitting against a window in the far back. Over breakfast, we talked about a few things regarding our new lifestyle with Dawn and a new home. Things were going to change, for the good hopefully. We still weren't quite sure what to do with Dawn while we were on Tour. It seemed sort of unaccountable since she was our responsibility and we'd be gone for a while.

After we considered ourselves stuffed, we payed our part and pushed through a throng of people to get back to my car. Harry insisted he drive this time and I mostly didn't mind. "You know, this a huge step in our relationship?" Harry aimlessly mentioned, eyes focused on the road and lips pursed in a downbeat manner. "Switching roles of who gets to drive?" I humorously snorted, gazing out the window lazily. I can almost feel Harry rolling his eyes at my lack of seriousness. I clasped my hands together, awaiting his reply. I could hear him blow out a breath which meant he was partially done with my playful antics. "So?" I laughed, finally turning to look at him. He flicked his eyes at me for only 3 seconds before returning them to the rode. "You're just the life of the party, aren't you?" He sardonically spat, a wisp of a small visible on his lips. "What party?" I continued, laughing under my breath. "The one we're going to have in your bedroom as soon as we get back." He played along, his voice low.

I coughed. He laughed. "Negative." I declared, shaking my head. He groaned boyishly to which I shook my head again. "Why not!" He complained. "I'm not pregnant." I injected, licking my lips and pursing them together as a smirk made an appearance on my face. It was quiet as Harry quickly got the memo. "Yes, that's great. Whoopee." He feigned excitement. "It's awesome." I agreed, mocking his false gratitude.

...Silence

"But as I was saying, this is a big step in our relationship. To move in with one another." He continued. "Oh, yes I know." I agreed as we pulled into the parking garage. "I'm happy for us." Harry expressed, putting the car in park, and I jumped out before he could jog around to my side and open my door for me. "Of course." I softly murmured, grabbing his hand as we started towards the lift. Up to the fourth floor we went and we stopped in front of my door as I began to unlock it. "Um, I'm gonna go shower at my place and I'll probably stop by later." Harry awkwardly announced, releasing my free hand from his. I immediately snapped my body to face him and look up at his face angrily. "No no no." I shook my head. "Blood is coming out of my body which is interrupting the wonderful sex we could be having, so you're just gonna leave?" I speak sharply. "I'm just good for the sex?" I ask harshly, pouting my lip dramatically. My hormones are a bit maniacal. Harry's eyes bulge and he shakes his head quickly. "No-" he kisses me softly. "No, baby, no." He then starts laughing as he presses his lips to mine as an apology. I kiss him back smugly, arms still crossed. "I just-- my... I have a boner, and I need to get away from you." He flat out admitted, flicking his eyes to the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. My eyes snapped down to his crotch and sure enough a slight bulge was visible beneath his jeans. I laughed. Hard. I laughed and my lungs were hurting and Harry looked mad.

I giggled some more and turned to continue unlocking the door. Once the door was opened, I looked to Harry who's eyebrow was arched in confusion. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside before closing and locking the door. Dawn was asleep on the couch, a film playing in the DVR. I tugged him to my bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. "What-" he started but I hushed him by pecking his lips gently. I crawled between his legs as they hung over the side of the bed and ran both my hands over his chest and upwards to cup his neck and face. His arms instinctively wrapped around my waist and smoothed over the skin under my shirt. "What are you doing?" He quickly pulled away to ask. "Well, I've never given you a blowjob." I seductively stated, pecking him once more and drawing his lip out with my teeth. He huffed in shock, gripping my waist tighter.

I grabbed my purse and walked over to my closet to hang it up on the doorknob. I slowly turned to admire Harry sitting on the edge of my bed, breath slightly rushed and lips swollen. I lazily swayed my hips towards him until I was between his legs again, then using one finger to shove his back against the mattress. His eyes pinched shut at my slow actions, arousing him to a point of anxiousness. "Jesus." he groaned under his breath. Immediately, he toed off his shoes and pulled me on top of him so that my chest was pressed to his. His lips found mine sloppily as his hands ran down my spine and over my butt.

"I'm supposed to be leading this." I groaned into his mouth. He ignored my complaint by running his hand over my chest then pulling harshly at my shirt so that it sunk down to reveal my breast. He took my nipple in between his lips and I inhaled sharply. "I'm gonna leave marks on your skin for you to look at later, and you'll know that this is all me." He whispered, indicating my body with his palms pressed to my waist and sliding to cup my ass. I nodded, sliding off of his body to stand up between his legs. His back was still pressed to the bed, so I slid his shirt up slightly to reveal his hip bones. I kneeled down to press my lips to his milky skin and kiss it harshly. My teeth scraped the surface of his skin above his belly button and my lips left warm comfort of mauve blemishes. Pink spots dotted his belly. "You're so lovely." He whispered as I peered up at him, my lips still assaulting his sallow skin.

I stood back up to begin unbuttoning his jeans. He sat up, helping me shimmy them down his toned legs. Beneath his briefs you could see the outline of his manhood. I beamed at the sight. I pushed him back down with one hand flat to his chest and the other on his thigh. My hand slowly felt the inside of his leg, inching towards his crotch. He bit his lip. I stroked the hardness of it over his briefs before taking the waistband between my fingers and tugging them down over his thighs and down to his feet. It sprung out freely and lightly slapped his stomach. I licked my lips purposely while staring at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he brushed his shaft and ran his thumb over the head. I rested one hand on his knee as I began to kneel down. I kissed his thigh and took him into my hands. "Steph..." He breathed, tilting his head back. The effect I had on this boy, it was vigorous.

My lips found his head and I slowly sucked, picking up speed as my hand pumped at the same rhythm. I didn't really have experience with this, but I knew enough to make him come. I took larger portions of him into my mouth overtime. He groaned with his head still thrown back. One of his hands eventually took hold of the back of my head and urged me gently. The walls of my mouth pressed harder onto him, inflicting a series of curse words to spill from his mouth. This continued for another 5 minutes, sweat beads making an appearance on Harry's temples. "You're so good, baby." He breathed. This encouraged me to speed up and his waist lifted from the mattress to push himself deeper into my mouth. "Just like that, babygirl." He moaned through greeted teeth, and I could feel him twitch between my lips. "I'm gonna come, I'm almost there. Fuck...." He urged, jerking his hips towards me. His head hit the back of my throat. Finally he pulled away and his warm fluids ejected onto my chest. His breath was heavy and he balled the sheets on my bed into his palms. "I love you." He breathlessly murmured. "I love you too." I retorted, wiping my bottom lip with the base of my thumb.

"You not being pregnant comes with its bonuses." He joked, still attempting to regain his composure. "I suppose." I laughed, helping him into his briefs.

"Go clean up, then come here. Right here next to me." He demanded, pointing to the spot beside him in my bed. I obeyed, then crawled beside him, tangling my legs with his and pressing a quick kiss between his eyebrows.

"You're great."

"I know."