There's around thirty people in this large house. The living room alone is about the size of my home, its like a miniature club minus the lights and the smoke. I have yet to meet this Russel guy, Liam's friend, but the minute I do I'll congratulate him on having such an awesome bachelor pad.

There's a little bar where you can fix your own drinks and turn tables where both Liam and Zayn are meddling at. We're still in the same clothes we've been in all day, coming here straight from Zayn's house. After we ate, we spent the late afternoon over there just hanging out, giving me yet another opportunity to chat with Perrie on better circumstances.

Sitting next to the girlfriends on a longer sectional, I follow along on the conversations but don't have much to comment. I've never been a big fan of house and dub-step, although with good company and a few drinks, it's not so awful. Between these beats and the hip-hop that Liam is slowly transitioning in to, I'm very tempted to start dancing with the rest of the group.

As a matter of fact, Niall is already at the center of the living room floor, showing a mixture of both silly and smooth moves. You can totally tell he knows how to dance though. The next song is very catchy with a fun beat. Perrie is moving in her chair so cool and confident, inspiring me to do the same.

Harry seems to have the same idea, appearing out of nowhere. He stands with his bum facing me and begins to dip and jerk his hips back and forth. The girls and I are laughing and cheering him on. But he stops and slashes me with his flirty smile. Reaching for my hand, he drags me to join the dancing crowd.

I'm not sure what I'm doing, I'll just trust my body to follow Harry's rhythm, this can't be that hard. To my advantage, Harry is leading very well, placing my arms around his neck while we match our swaying hips. He moves my hips with his hands while I remain hypnotized by his ruby mouth, fangs over his bottom lip.

Of course he's a good dancer! Proving the myth of what they say about being good in bed. Between Harry's movements and what I spy from the girls around us, I'm not doing too bad at this dancing thing. Plus when it comes to this boy, my body always betrays me and surprises me with hidden talents and secrets.

My skin reacts to his big hands, even when my clothes interfere, its like inevitable static surging to and fro. The music helps induce these strong sensations, remembering when he called me his girlfriend, instantly making me feel giddy and excited. I hate being a Debbie Downer, but the fact that tomorrow is my last day, I'm more than a bit devastated.

We're moving but not according to the music. I feel Harry's warmth as his face presses beside mine. My hands are ruffling through his curls, swirling and pulling loose strands. I hear little moans followed by his arms closing me in tighter. I can smell his neck, with that cologne that I've grown to love and hunger for. I want to kiss him so badly and I figure its dark enough to get away with it, plus his lips are only inches away.

Raising my head, my mouth draws to his like a magnet. The electricity between us is just as strong as the very first time he kissed me. There I was, timid and skeptical, and now I anticipate every moment he ravishes me. His fingertips dig into my back while his excitement grows every where else.

Harry pulls away, eyes glistening and primitive, he then takes my hand and leads us further into the house. We are going upstairs, dim light cascading down the steps until it is but a faint glow, just enough to see the shadow before me. In the hallway, Harry crashes into my smile, tugging and sucking on my bottom lip. His touch is already making me dizzy and lacking faith in the gravity surrounding us.

With one swift move, I'm straddling my legs around him, held against the wall. His tongue submerges deep inside my mouth, claiming the full space while his hands squeeze under my thighs. The tingles down there are escalating ever so anxiously as I feel Harry pulsating against me.

He stops abruptly and I climb down. Catching our breaths, my hands rest on his chest and his cheek leans against my temple. Harry sighs heavily and I'm reminded of that time when I witnessed him struggle internally with the thought of my "innocence".

"Its hard not to touch you . . . Even when you look so innocent, eating at the table in broad daylight . . . all I want to do is take you, be inside you. Feel those places no one else gets to," Harry explains in a low and sultry tone. "I still feel horrible at times because that's all I think about, since the very first time. Since the very first time I laid eyes on you."

I've heard it said about how often men think about sex, but to imagine when men do it with someone they really care about is more meaningful and justified to me. I don't see it as something dirty when the very act with him is so beautiful and exhilarating. My skin hasn't acclimated to the rush from hearing Harry's desire towards me. Why? Why do I have to leave London?!

"You can have me later," I kiss his neck and pull him towards the stairs with me.

Harry groans in protest, perhaps wanting to hide away longer. The majority of the bandmates and their girlfriends are sitting round the couches. We join them as Harry guides me to sit on his lap facing his friends. I feel his hand drawing circles on my back, keeping those sensations stirring within me.

Listening to Liam tell a story about a prank him and Louis did recently, I giggle when Harry bites my shoulder repetitively. His mouth floats around my ear, making it easy for me to hear his quiet imitations of Liam's voice. I don't know what compels him to tell me a very bad, as in not funny, joke afterwards.

"You didn't laugh," he whispers disappointed.

"Ugh, it wasn't very funny," I tease him back.

"Look straight ahead and pretend to listen to their conversation, okay? Nod yes," he instructs me and I do. "Did I make you feel uncomfortable earlier with my confession? Nod yes or no."

Not only was I comfortable but that had induced a certain other set of emotions as well. I shake my head no while I smile at Louis for whatever it was that he saying.

"So, do I really get to have you later?" he continues to murmur in my ear, producing shivers every time.

I nod yes very slowly.

"Do I get to press against you from behind, so you can feel how hard you make me? While I run my hands down your front and caress your breasts softly."

I gulp and nod, shifting one leg over the other.

"Are you getting wet for me, love?"

I nod slower still.

"Will you let me taste you again? Run my tongue inside you and drink you like last time?"

I'm glad no one can hear this dirty monologue Harry is feeding me, nor can they see the soft porno playing inside my head. My mouth is so dry and mind watering for intimacy with him, not sure how long till I have to endure this tease. Not to mention my skin is beginning to break a sweat, how embarrassing.

"Do you want me to stop?"

The blood rushing to my cheeks must be a dead giveaway but I shake my head no regardless.

"Will you touch me as well . . . let me feel that gorgeous mouth around me."

Most definitely.

"I want to feel your smoothness as I enter you slowly. You feel so warm and tight every time. . . slow and gentle at first. . ."

His accent combined with these lewd images are driving my nerves crazy as I begin to giggle out of panic.

"What's he telling you over there? Is Harry making fun of me?" Liam asks.

"Oh no no," I insist looking behind me, Harry is displaying a very childish grin.

Harry slides me off to get up. Looking down at me from his standing position, I can tell he wants to say something else as we share a grin. He adjusts his shirt and walks around the couch. I sense his presence behind me till he bends down with his lips pressed against my ear.

"So slowly, until you can't bear it. . . until you yell for me to fuck you faster."

Harry kisses my cheek before walking away, leaving my mouth floored, eyes wide and stomach flipped.

What do I do? How do I keep a straight face after a promise like that? Am I a sexual addict? A Harry addict? Well all I do know is, I better use my time with him wisely before I completely run out. I spring to my feet and find Harry behind the turn tables, talking with who I assume is Russel.

I boldly sneak up from behind and slither my arms around Harry's waist. His hands rest on mine and he introduces me to the host of the party. Finally, turning around we share that look again.

"I'm sorry," he chuckles.

"You're so dirty, Harry."

"I know, but I can't control it when I'm with you," he smiles and kisses my forehead.

"You just let me know when you are ready to go," I flirt.

"I'm suddenly very tired. How about you?"

We walk back to his friends and say goodbye. Once we are safe in his car, Harry gives me a glimpse of what's to come. Hovering over my seat, he kisses me with those fiery lips and I coo at the passing of his long fingers over my crotch. He knows my buttons all too well and purposely presses them only half way. Enough to ignite me but not enough to carry me all the way through.

Harry parks outside his house and wiggles his brows. Leaning over, he stabs me with those emerald daggers and caresses my cheeks with his cool fingers. He must notice my mood swing, reverting back to my sad reality.

"Jude, what's wrong?"

"I hate thinking about it, so I prefer not to mention anything. But . . ."

"Go on."

"I'm wrecked. I wish I didn't have to go back home, back to reality."

"See that's where you are wrong, Jude. This is your, our reality. I've proven it to the world, I didn't think you needed further convincing . . . we are going to make this work. If I believe, so can you, but you need to trust me okay?"

"Of course I trust you, I just hate the thought of having to leave you."

"Only for a little while. Come, lets go inside. And no more sad talk," Harry smiles assuringly and we walk up together.

Notes

Sorry it was short . . . well compared to that last chapter it is. But I needed to save the creative juices for the next chapter. So cover your eyes or read the update in the dark. Haha! Opinions? Things you like and don't like? Ciao Bellas!