Tiny Dancer

Chapter 17 - packing.

Luci's POV.

I twisted the doorknob to my flat, I'd just dropped Niño off at the kennels before the tour, I walked straight into my bedroom and pulled my huge, pink suitcase out of my wardrobe and dumped it on the bed.

To: gorgeous boy<3

Please specify what I need to pack for this tour thing? :-/ xx xx

I slumped down on the bed and groaned to myself. I hate packing, I hate it with an absolute, pure passion.

From: gorgeous boy<3

I'm on my way to come help you ;-) xx

Was his response, I giggled to myself and yanked my jumper over my head, leaving me in a vest and leggings. I led back down with my head on my pillow, I slowly started drifting off to sleep...

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"Wake up, Lu." Harry's cool breath against my neck and his arms around my waist so we were spooning.

"I am awake." I groaned as I turned over so my face was against his chest and my arms tight around his upper back.

"Don't tell porkies Lucetta!" He chuckled.

"I'm not! I'm up." I giggled as I propped myself up onto my elbows.

"You're a naughty liar Lu." He chuckled as he gave me a quick jab in the tummy.

"You're a poophead, Har." I mocked his tone and gave him an identical jab back.

"Are you mocking me, Lucetta?" He laughed, pinning me down on the bed with my arms together and above my head then climbing on top of me.

"Please don't pin me down." I whispered, staring him in the eyes.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to, did I scare you?" He panicked, immediately releasing my hands and moving them down so he was cradling my waist instead.

"No, because I know you won't hurt me, just memories Har, just memories." I repeated, kissing him gently on the forehead.

"Are you sure? I don't want to scare you or make you think that I'm going to hurt you baby, because I won't, ever, I promise." He looked sincere and apologetic.

"Yes, I'm fine, literally baby just memories," I smiled reassuringly.

"Okay, well I'm sorry," he smiled, climbing off of me.

"It's fine." I giggled, pulling the suitcase closer to me as Harry jumped off the bed and delved into my underwear drawer.

"Oooh la la, what have we got in here then?" Harry winked as he rifled through my bras and knickers.

"Don't look at the bras they're tiny!" I squealed as he pulled out some of the tiniest knickers I own and chucked them into my suitcase.

"I like your boobs, they're not tiny." He mumbled as he carefully picked out the same amount of comfy knickers as itty bitty ones.

"How many bras should I put in?" He asked, chucking in some more knickers for good measure.

"About 15? Try and match them to the knickers!" I giggled, watching Harry concentrate in my knicker drawer.

I watched his eyes divert between the drawer and the suitcase, carefully pulling out the matching bras.

"Done!" He grinned, revealing his lovely dimples.

"Well done, baby." I smirked at him, kissing his nose gently.

"I want to do it all!" He exclaimed as he yanked open my pyjama drawer.

"Okay, put the pyjamas in their correct sets not just random mismatching bits and pieces," I explained, he nodded and carefully took out some pyjama pants and the matching shirt and placed them neatly in the suitcase.

"Is that enough jammies?" He asked, I nodded and he moved onto the next drawer of t shirts,

"Now I'm going to pick whatever I like and you have no say in this." He stated simply, I let out a little giggle.

"Okay, don't just put sexy ones in though." I giggled.

"Of course I won't." He sighed, looking kind of hurt that I suggested he would.

He carefully packed all the clothes he liked into my bag and closed the suitcase.

"DONE!" He beamed, looking extremely proud of his work.

"Well done, baby." I whispered, crawling over to him and straddling him so our chests were touching.

"I absolutely love it when you sit like this." He whispered as he wrapped his arms gently around my waist.

"It's comfy." I grinned, slinging my arms around his neck and reaching my forehead to his to mine was resting on his.

"You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen," he smiled, tightening his grip around me.

"I love your dimples." I giggled, kissing each one appreciatively.

"Mm," he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't do that I feel like I'm hurting you." I giggled.

"Well you aren't." He murmured, bringing his face closer to mine signalling for me to kiss him again.

"You like me kissing you baby?" I whispered against his jawline where I was kissing it gently.

"Yeah," he moaned, pulling me by the waist into him a little more.

I smirked against his smooth skin, leaving soft, butterfly kisses against his neck.

"Let's get this shirt off shall we." I breathed, pushing him down on the bed, so I was sitting on his waist, and tugging his shirt up over his head.

I lowered my head and began slowly kissing down the line between his pecks. I slowly kissed along up to his nipple, taking it in my mouth and sucking it gently. He groaned and squirmed underneath me.

"What's wrong? Do you not like that?" I mumbled, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah I do!" He nodded enthusiastically, I blushed heavily and kissed his pouty lips.

"What time do we have to go to Simon's." I yawned, lying down onto his chest.

"About 7, then we're staying the night and the tour bus gets to Simons at 4am." he whispered, stroking my hair gently.

6 months on a bus, with 5 boys? Am I crazy?

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