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Hey Jude I & II

Love, Sex and Fairy Tales 2




A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Stay the Night" -Zedd, Hayley Williams

"Sweet and Low" -Augustana

"How Long Will I Love You" -Ellie Goulding

"Toothpaste Kisses" -The Maccabees





I've been staring at my glass contemplating if I want to finish it or not; warm alcohol always makes me gag. I try placing my cup on the table but my depth perception is a bit off and am afraid I might drop it. My head feels strangely heavy, my body loose and limber. I can't even focus properly. Although there's lack of control, I kind of like it.

The group piles on top of each other, huddled around a small section with more bodies than seats. Hence why Harry is sitting on Niall's lap recalling a funny take during filming today. It's like we're sharing all the same symptoms: shiny pink eyes, permanent smiles, clumsy movements and abnormal laughter. Alas, Harry makes eye contact and rolls off Niall to bear crawl over to me.

"We're gonna head over to our place."

"To our room?"

"Nuh, the rooftop."

We look like a herd of baby deer trying to stand up for the first time, wobbling towards the exit. I know I'm drunk but Harry's unable to hold his gaze long enough without leaning too far over. The state that he's in begins to worry me, sobering my mind to be more attentive of him.

We're being driven over to our building, taking the elevator straight to the top. I run on my tippy toes across the outdoor deck, carrying my heels in one hand. The view is fantastic. Night filled with twinkling lights, making me fall under the city's spell. Obnoxious laughter pollutes the serene rooftop of several miniature gardens. Adding to the ambience, are a line of lounge beds situated on a platform, sure to spoil every guest and resident here.

Eventually Harry's friends join us, including some guy with a bottle of champaign. He's passing the bottle around for everyone to take a sip, yet I refuse. I see Harry crawling on one of the beds, groaning. Sophia and Liam are on the one next to him but in their own little cosmos. Everyone is; relaxing till the effects wear off.

My feet lead me to Harry. He reaches out his hand for me to come closer and nurture him, it is then that I notice he looks rather ill. I sit in the narrow space between his waist and the edge of the mattress, placing my hand on his chest to further examine him.

"I feel sick."

"It's from mixing all those drinks, Harry," I caress his arm as he turns to his side, moaning and holding his head.

"If I stand. . .I'll throw up."

"You want to stay here a while then? Need me to get you anything?"

"No. . .I just want to go downstairs," he slurs.

His eyelids are sealed tight and with one profound breath Harry sits up. He looks pale, resting his hands on his knees. I wrap my arm around his waist, ready to provide that extra support. Using me as a crutch, we take sturdy steps towards the elevator, Harry's body is overwhelmingly heavy but I manage. Who knows how many drinks he had.

He points for the couch and I'm careful not to lead him into the coffee table. Still holding his head, he leans forward and moans from the ache. I run to my toiletry bag to get some tylenol and bring back a cup of water.

"I'm plastered," he laughs weakly. "Ugh . . .I'm gonna throw up-"

I set the medicine and glass down to fetch him the trash bin, barely making it. At first he just rocks back and forth. Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabs the bin and lets it all go. The sound is gruesome and the smell bitter. I run to get him some paper towels and watch as Harry wipes his mouth and takes the pills.

By now I'm completely sober but with a mild headache, resorting to plenty of water. I leave Harry resting and after I clean up I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As I'm putting my stuff away, I hear foot steps dragging along the floor. In comes poor Harry, looking much better might I add.

"I'm sorry, baby," he mumbles while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I haven't been this shit-faced in a long time."

"It happens to the best of us," I smile.

I want to reach for his hand but he begins to undress. I guess I'd take a shower too if I felt that crappy. Leaving him alone, I retreat to this luxurious king size bed with sheets so soft my legs won't keep still, enjoying the silky texture.

Taking my last sip of water, I send a friendly text to Linda. I miss her and don't want too much time to go by without us keeping in touch. Harry comes in momentarily, covered in pearls of water with a towel around his waist. He grabs a piece of clothing from the top drawer and walks back out.

To my surprise, Linda responds back quickly. I should've figured, its Monday morning on her side of town. She tells me she's getting ready for work but wants to FaceTime soon. She asks why I'm up so late and I reply that I'm with Harry in Los Angeles. She doesn't hesitate to write out a huge laugh and dirty comment, making me laugh in return, right as Harry approaches.

"What's so fun-ny?"

"It's Linda, we're just chatting."

Walking around the bed, I'm relieved to see Harry drinking water. He sets the cup down before laying on his stomach across the bed, resting his head on my tummy. His hair is so cold and wet, its soaking through my nightie. For his sake, I'll hold my tongue and let him continue to recover.

"Thank you for taking care of me, I'm feeling a hundred times better."

"You're welcome," I reach out to rub his shoulder.

"And it was very sweet of you to put my things away, don't think I didn't notice."

Harry looks up at me, color restored in his cheeks and lips, including his shrewd grin. I twirl his hair around my fingers but it feels like a drenched mop, and I'm afraid my facial expression says it all. Without warning, Harry crawls closer and repeatedly sweeps his wet mane over my chest. He better not think I'm enjoying this, no matter how much I'm laughing, he still feels like a wet dog.

He cracks up as I wipe myself off; that's the boy I know and love. Resting against the wall beside me, Harry places his hand on my thigh and begins to tickle my skin. It's so nice to be with him, no better, its what my heart desires most in this world.

"I missed you everyday," he begins, now drawing a happy face on my soft quad. "Like its crazy, ain't it, to think we've been apart the same amount of time we were first together. . . What are your thoughts bout that?"

"Yeah its crazy but . . . I love you." I say it like I mean it but when I see Harry lean in to try and kiss me, I stop him in his tracks. "Uh-no. I'm not kissing you after you hurled not too long ago."

"But I brushed. See-" Harry blows in my face and smiles happily. "Minty fresh."

I shake my head never-minding his toothpaste breath. It's just unacceptable.

"Fine, have it your way . . . we'll see how long you last," he threatens as he pats my thigh.

"Last? Are you testing me?"

"Never. I have no reason to. I will however, continue with what I started yesterday. For I have yet to give you an answer."

Hypnotized by his thick accent, it takes me a minute to think about our bathroom incident at my house. Being in any place other than Arizona, it's easy to lose myself and act as I please. Had he pinned me to the wall like that at his place, I would have dropped my towel and given myself freely.

"I like your ankles."

A question mark pops over my head. How is Harry so random? He scoots down the bed to pass his fingers over them and I'm left thinking he must have a weird ankle fetish.

"What?" I chuckle.

"You have nice ankles . . . they're not too boney. You know how some people have like really boney joints?"

He speaks as though he's making sense, but I'm not following. I smile and nod, thinking I should compliment his chin or something, instead I try to seduce him.

"Oh, do they turn you on?" I grin as I raise my knees to my chest, providing him a better angle.

"I said they were nice. What I am turned on by is this perfect view of your. . ." he winks.

I blush immediately and lower my legs. Harry's laying on his side, supporting his weight on his forearm while my feet slide underneath him. Then he strokes my leg and raises my foot.

"You look like a man on a mission. Aren't you the least bit sleepy?"

"Ha ha, no. I got my second wind. You?"

I insinuate a shrug, unsure how much energy I have left. We're such night owls. Our eyes are fixed on each other when Harry presses his mouth upon my ankle. I'm biting on my thumb-nail, trying to appear unaffected. Those lips continue to kiss up my leg ever so slowly. I swallow hard when he bends my knee, not taking my eyes off him, but my pounding chest is interfering with my hearing.

He shifts to kneel between my legs, still holding on to my ankle while wetting his lips. Kisses now traveling past my knee and stopping only a few inches from my center. His gaze is intense, passing his tongue over my sensitive skin, focusing on one spot. Closing his eyes he bites down into my inner thigh and pulls off carefully. My jaw drops to my chest and then I see his evil smirk.

Harry latches on again. I can feel the warm air release from his nose, tickling and exciting me. He's not letting go this time, instead his mouth seals around my skin. While his teeth lose grip, his tongue dances and suctions, making my stomach flutter. His hand pushes my thigh down without breaking contact. The pressure is growing stronger and my nerves are all up in a frenzy.

There's a mixture of tingling, burning and stinging sensations. His moan vibrates through my sore skin; this is the weirdest feeling. Finally he loosens his hold on me, blowing over the area and planting a few pecks. I sit up to see the result, not so visible yet but the pain still lingers.

"What was that?" my breathing settles.

"A kiss mark," he smiles.

"That was no kiss, you almost bit a chunk off my thigh," I bite my bottom lip, wanting to kiss him madly. "I'm still not caving."

I shake my head and watch Harry burrow his brows for a few seconds. Then he unexpectedly crawls to his pillow and faces the opposite direction. My jaw falls further down. What is he up to now? Looking down at my thigh, I see the red spot form and its quite big.

"You're going to sleep now?!" I express in disappointment.

"Yeah, you don't want to kiss me so . . ."

Okay he wins. I rock his shoulder to get him to turn around. He doesn't budge. I take another approach by gliding my hand down his bare back and around his waist. The last thing he's expecting is for me to grab him, so with this burst of courage I slide my hand down his lower front.

"Hel-lo!"

I giggle at his response and think of the perfect revenge, spotting a nice target on the inside of his elbow. Bending over I pass my tongue over the crease and seal my lips just above it, near his bicep. Harry hisses but I can't tell if its due to my mouth or hand still groping him. My tongue slides back and forth as I suck harder and squeeze him, feeling him reach his full length.

I blow over the mark once I pull away, smiling at his raised eye brows. He grunts and pushes me down with his body, light eyes beaming through mine. He tilts his head and licks my bottom lip, tracing its shape until he captures it between his teeth. Sucking mildly this time, his tongue dives inside to conquer. I'm trapped under his weight and pinned by something else.

We kiss back and forth for what seems like half an hour, with more heart-shaped bruises, until our sleepy eyes no longer open.




I'm convinced I've only closed my eyes for five minutes. Feeling Harry's mouth along my shoulder, but the daylight confuses me. I lay back and see someone very happy this morning, dopey, but happy. I can barely open my eyes wide enough to focus on the things around this angel. Placing one more kiss on the tip of my nose, I know he's boasting about something.

"I told ya I'd win."

Should've known, Mr. Keep Scores. I want to playfully slap that grin off his face. However, I settle for pinching one of his pecs. His face afterwards . . .priceless.

"Whatcha do that for?"

"Oh, you know why. "I told ya I'd win"," I imitate him.

"I had a nice dream bout ya."

"Really? Is that also why you're so peppy?" I watch Harry close his eyes and nod. "What was it about?"

"I'd rather show you. . .later."

"I think you're bluffing. I'm still waiting on that answer."

"I'll show you LATER," he raises his voice and his brows in authority, cracking a chummy smile. "First we need to buy some food or we'll starve. You can't bang on an empty stomach."

"Harry!"

"What? There's no sugar coatin' it."

"This is what your dream was about, I presume?"

"Not tellin'!" Harry jumps out of bed and opens the wardrobe.

I take a quick shower and search for my red polkadot dress when I'm done. I like the collar and buttons on this one, its very casual and light with mini beige dots. I wrap my hair up in a french twist and grab my nude shoes. I hear Harry looking through all the cupboards and walking out to the den with a frown.

"Absolutely nothing! There's nothing here!" He throws his hands in the air.

"What groceries do you have in mind?"

"Not a clue, might as well get the whole bloody store."

I'm only a few feet away and his face is turning into that grin-scowl. I can't contain my laughter, covering my mouth, I look back at him and his scowl is even more pronounced. I run over to him and pull on his black shirt, capturing his unbalance with my lips. It takes him a moment but then his arms swing around my waist and he lifts me up.

It's so easy to straddle him, locking my feet together. Harry blinds me with his bright smile and lowers his hands till they are cupping my bum.

"I like this dress," he wiggles his brows free.

"You behave your self now."

"Impossible. Especially when you greet me like this."




Riding in a yellow 1977 Triumph Spitfire, I only know this because Harry is so quick to answer. Calvin brought it for him when he picked him up yesterday. It's such a cool car but it feels like we're riding in a banana, and I know if I say something, Harry will turn it into a dirty joke.

The supermarket is only a few blocks away. This will be our first time, yet I wonder how well it will go. We hang around the produce department for a while, selecting plenty of fruit . . . A LOT of fruit. We grab some veggies, bread and deli cuts before strolling through each aisle. I say I'm in charge of pushing the cart but Harry always comes up behind me and assists. I think its just so he can slouch on me, sneaking in a little nibble on my ear.

The best moments are when he kisses the nape of my neck. Or when I'm trying to decide on something and he's looking at me from a distance, lips curving on the spot. We stay pretty close together and before we're in the clear, the fans start flocking to him. I stand aside, entertaining myself by looking through our items. Then when the brief line ends, it starts over again.

I'm patient, my only hope is it doesn't get out of hand. Harry takes a few steps closer to me when he gets to the last girl, she smiles at me and waves timidly before her friend takes her picture. Some of these fans are mothers trying to get autographs for their daughters at school, while others look like they're in college. We make it to the next aisle but we're greeted by another small wave.

One of the girls calls me by my name and asks to join her picture. Woah! I'll never get use to that. She's super sweet, as most of them are, and really nervous. We chit chat for a few minutes, Harry standing beside me, adding his two cents. Waving goodbye, we carry on shopping, relief written all over my face. Harry is completely at ease, walking with his arm around my shoulder. As we pass more people, you can see them taking pictures with their phones and some are satisfied with a simple smile. I wonder how Harry would react to me if I was a fan.

"Would you hit on me if I was a fan?"

"I might."

"What would you do?"

Harry looks around and leaves me standing by myself in the middle of the freezer section. The chilly air is traveling up my dress, making me shiver twice. Then when I look back, I notice he's reaching for a box of pizza and walking my direction with out meeting my gaze.

Just as he walks by, he glances over, delivering a half smile. After a few steps he looks back, flirty stare coming into play. Directing his attention towards another fridge, he glances back yet again before opening the door. Holding the bag of frozen veggies, he heads back down, this time looking me up and down. Licking his lips before a killer smile, I cross my arms and admire his excellent acting skills. He passes me, having locked eyes the entire time and just before I can look back he startles.

"Excuse me miss?" Oh no, he's whipped out the deep American accent. "That dress looks lovely on you, by the way."

I perk up a brow. Does he actually think this works? "Thank you."

Then he pulls out the wild card. Looking down while blushing and when our eyes meet again, he shoots me with those pair of dimples and sexy grin. Like three bullets straight through my heart.

"While we're acting things out, would you mind demonstrating your first kiss to this particular fan?"

Harry nods, placing the pizza box in the cart and handing me the frozen bag. When I stick out my hand he purposely misses and the bag falls to the floor. Crouching down, he stares at my legs. Smooth Harry, very smooth. Grabbing the bag with one hand, he touches the back of my leg with his other, dragging it up as he stands slowly.

Once he reaches my height, he places the item in my hands. I focus all my attention on this bag of broccoli with his face but a hair's distance from mine. Cheeks touch first till he tilts his head and our lips meet. His eyes are open, inducing another shiver in me. Harry's kiss is gentle and divine, reminding me of our first smooch on his sofa. Oh man, my knees giving out.

Spending close to an hour has certainly sent my hunger pains into a downward spiral. The autographs and pictures continue gradually and soon we are on our way to Harry's car. Though just as we are walking across the parking lot a man appears out of nowhere with his camera and yells Harry's name. Out of his good nature, Harry waves but pushes the cart a little faster. The man runs around the car as we hurry, placing the grocery bags in the back seat. By the time we're done, another man shows up. Calling me to look at the camera.

"Just get in," Harry instructs calmly.

"Wait right there, Jude. Jude can I get a smile? Just look straight over here. The fans are eager to know what you look like. Just look here!"

The man insists, blocking my door and firing away. My eyes bounce from the floor to the terrifying reflective eye and then to Harry who's almost in the driver's seat. He rushes out swiftly and looks rather bothered.

"Can you back away a bit, bro?" Harry signs with his hand and opens my door.

"So this is your lovely girlfriend, Harry? Is she a fan? Did you get tired of the A-listers, Harry? Do you like dating a normal girl better? Smile for me, Harold!"

They persist. Harry jumps in and backs out carefully before stepping on the gas. My heart is racing as they are very intimidating. I can't imagine getting cornered in somewhere without anyone to help me.

"You aright?"

"Sure," I nod unsure.

Notes




It looks like there's going to be a 3rd part ladies :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Merry Monday and Midnight Memories, Muah!

PS... next one is a steamy one... you are advised, warned or intrigued :)

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

Hey! Could you please answer me on Whattpad? I would be so honored to translate your amazing fanfiction into Russian.

SonyaDr SonyaDr
5/3/16