"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I can't believe every song has already been played millions of times." I say, staring at my phone. "I mean, I can believe it, because that's exactly what it deserves, but millions? It's hard to get my head around."
"Nice save." Harry chuckles, clearing away the lunch dishes.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, putting my phone in my pocket.
He sighs slightly.
"Nervous."
He doesn't say anything else, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes, knowing he needs me to be comforting right now and not sassy with him.
"Give me a bit more than a one word answer please love."
I get up from my seat and stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head between his shoulder blades.
"This makes me feel better." He says in a low voice, and I chuckle softly, not ignoring that he's avoiding my question still.
"You're going to be amazing, H. Everyone that's going to be in that room loves you and only ever wants you to do well. All eighteen thousand of them."
He spins round so he's facing me.
"I know that. Doesn't change the pit in my stomach though." He gives me a small smile.
"Is there anything I can do?" I ask, placing my hand on his neck gently.
"Honestly?" I nod. "Anything to distract me for the next two hours until we need to leave for soundcheck."
I raise my eyebrow at him and cock my head.
"Two hours? I don't know of anything that lasts that long I'm afraid." I leave my voice neutral, but he picks up on the suggestion.
"That sounds like a challenge..."
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my trousers and tugs me closer to him, gazing down at me hotly.
"We haven't talked about how this side of things changes with you being pregnant." He says gently, and I smile at his concern.
"You can't make me anymore pregnant." I say with a shrug, and he chuckles slightly. "When I get bigger it's likely to be more uncomfortable for me, and I'll go through changes in sex drive over the next few months, but nothing technically has to change."
"Okay then..." He nods slightly, a smirk dancing across his lips that sends shivers down my spine. "I think two hours is enough time to break some records."
Thank fuck Bekah's gone out for the day.
-
"I can't feel my legs." I mumble, my words practically slurring together.
I can't even open my eyes.
I'm so exhausted, my entire body having melted into the mattress in a haze of pleasure. My entire body feels overstimulated, every inch of my skin tingling with traces of kisses and touches, a huge smile plastered on my face. The room is stiflingly warm and smells of sweat and sex, and my legs are still quivering.
