A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Hands" - Fence

"Space And Time" - The Verve

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"Babe, you gotta relax," Harry insists and squeezes my shoulders as we enter our suite.

"Easier said than done. It usually takes me less than an hour to write three paragraphs, Harry. You know how long this took me? Three and a half! It shouldn't have taken me that long. Oh God, why was I so nervous?"

"But you finished it. Its done, there's no sense in worryin' bout it."

"And you?! You know something!"

"It's not my place to tell," Harry raises his hands and walks off to the bathroom.

"Huh?" I shuffle behind him. "Harry, why won't you tell me?" I complain with a smile.

Harry shakes his head as he flushes the toilet and zips up his pants. He's purposely ignoring me, walking by me with a grin protecting his secret. I grunt and stomp my feet, a playful fit I feel comfortable doing only in front of Harry. He's now in the kitchen getting a drink of water and I dart my eyes at him; I will get this information out of him one way or another.

"Stop, I ain't sayin' anything," Harry continues to sip his glass.

"Ugh! Do you at least know when he's going to read it or . . ."

"Let's go out for dinner. It's been a while since it's been just the two of us."

"I don't mind, I like going out with your friends."

"OUR friends. But yeah, lets go out for some Sushi."

I like how he suggests it so casually but the first thing I'm fretting are the blood thirsty photographers. Harry wastes no time stripping down, accomplishing his goal in distracting me. I laugh every time he pulls his feet through the tapered bottoms of his jeans, maybe if they weren't so tight he wouldn't struggle so much. He notices when I giggle and sticks his tongue out, then scrunches up his nose to mock me.

"Shower with me," he says in a deep voice trailing down the hallway, leaving me with a beautiful view of his tight rear.

This will be our first shower together since his visit. Knowing he's already seen me naked, I still get the jitters. I tip toe, nude, in to the bathroom and Harry quickly opens the shower door for me. The hot water hits and instantly relaxes my nerves. Harry turns me around so that my back faces him and begins to loosen my hair. Next thing I feel is his palm dump a gooey substance on my head and his fingers build up a lather.

I love how he takes care of me, sometimes it seems a little creepy, to the average spectator maybe. I think if my parents saw the way he just does what he wants with me, they'd give me several questionable glares. Perhaps I mistake it for too much confidence, but knowing how shy I can be, I really like his subtle control over my body. Its never harmful or threatening, its just he knows I'm his.

He rinses my hair and rubs the bar of soap over my back. Looking down I see a bruise the size of a golf ball on my upper inner thigh. Yup, he certainly does what he wants with me, and I smile. As I rinse off, its Harry's turn and I grab the soap to return the favor. It's like lathering a tower, his torso is so long, and I begin to wonder why he doesn't have any tattoos on his back.

"Ooh!" Harry startles me when he turns around, very excited to see me.

"Don't look at me, I can't control it," he chuckles, looking somewhat guilty.

This is where I'd turn around and pretend I'm not aware of his arousal or that it isn't my problem . . . but not any more.

"Okay, so I want to get better at this . . . what do you like?" I push my hair back and ready my hands.

"R-Really?" Harry raises his brows and lowers his head at me, but I'm dead serious.

"Yeah," I bite my bottom lip, anxious for my lesson.

Harry leans against the shower wall and spreads his legs a bit so he's closer to my height. He's blushing hard, laughing in disbelief as he looks down at our feet.

"Okey, come here," he says with a wide smile and grabs my hands. "First, you cup the nuts, squeeze a bit but don't push them in, that's rather uncomfortable."

"It sounds uncomfortable. What do you mean, do they go in your stomach?" I ask smiling as this feels more like a goofy examination.

"Look, push them up. . ."

I conduct the science experiment and my eyes go wide when his testicles momentarily disappear and then pop back in place. I giggle once I see his smirk of discomfort but he eventually laughs too.

"So now I know what NOT to do, but what do you like? What drives you insane?"

"This is nuts! Literally!" I giggle at his bashfulness. "Feel that thick vein underneath?"

I dig my hand further, behind his scrotum, feeling the vein he's speaking of.

"Yeah, that one. Press on it hard and rub it a little. . .ooohhhhh," Harry is debilitating, placing his hands on my shoulders for support and smiling from ear to ear.

He moans in a high pitch and I can't stop grinning. Bingo! I've found his weak spot.

"It feels like a hose."

"Yes, its a garden hose, Jude," he smirks and shakes his head. "Would you like me to water your garden?"

I snarl at him playfully and continue my intimate massage, "Any other tips?"

"Now that you've mentioned it . . . a kiss on the tip is always a bonus, " he shrugs innocently.

I wrap my hand around him and concentrate on his face, like a video game, I control the joy stick. His arms are still around my shoulders and his head can't decide whether to hang low or lean against the wall. Harry's face is mesmerizing as his brows rise then knit together, completely vulnerable to my touch. His mouth parts, he licks his lips and presses them together, then repeats the sequence.

Finally he hunches and moans deeply, body twitching while I feel a warm substance spill on to my hand. I'm pressing his vein like he instructed and soon he's giggling, squirming in my palms. Though, I mistakenly brush my finger over his shaft, causing him to hiss sharply.

"The tip! Watch the tip!"

"Sor-Sorry!" I try and hold my laughter.

Harry exhales and grabs my hands, washing them under the warm water. I guess we both do what we want to each other. I think if I manipulated his body more like he does with me, I'd get away with anything. Now if only I could get over that shy hurdle and be more daring.

"Well that was . . . educational," I smile and step out to reach for our towels.

"Any time, love."

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It's useless to take the front entrance to the building anymore, theres usually a handful of hounds waiting out there for Harry. Thankfully, we make clean escapes through the lower ground parking, driving speedily by the paparazzi. I'm excited to have such an intimate night together and curious to see how successful it turns out.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the hostess greets us with a huge smile and takes us to a cute table in the corner. I've been to Sushi restaurants before but nothing like this, each section is separated with sheer maroon curtains pinned to the sides. The tables are two feet off the ground and there's bulky cushioned mats as seats. I'm left with only one question . . .

"How do you sit down in those skinny jeans?"

Harry frowns at me for a second, "they're the stretchy kind."

Sitting across from me, I raise an eyebrow studying his odd position. He looks very handsome in his white striped shirt and rolled bandana. Meanwhile I'm sitting comfortably in the pair of black leather shorts, I had gotten with Lou in London, and white buttoned blouse.

We order a boat-load of food. Literally, for they served us a miniature pirate boat with all our sushi rolls beautifully displayed. Harry raises his hands before I can attack and hands his phone to the waiter for our picture.Then we take turns feeding ourselves and each other while making a mess of course.

"Harry, that's too hot! Which was that?"

"Whoops! That might have had a smudge of wasabi."

I would have yelled at him if he didn't sound so adorable using MY word, but he did feel bad since he was the one who fed it to me. He presses his water glass to my mouth and forces me to take a drink, like I'm a kid sister. I take the cup from him and he pokes his head out to signal for the waiter.

"Better?"

I nod and he orders some sake and plum wine. I hope he doesn't plan on getting drunk after that little episode the other night. He claims that he doesn't get a buzz off of this stuff but we shall see. The plum wine is surprisingly delicious and I chug that down like juice. Tonight, I'm the one feeling the buzz. I can tell in my struggle to put on my heels, I'm not drunk but tipsy, and its just enough to not think about the review I emailed to Calvin.

Harry decides to go for a short stroll down a couple blocks. The night air is nice, along with the possible hang out spots. There's few teenagers but that doesn't exclude the collegiate crowd of girls. We run into small groups, all they want are pictures and even I'm helping some of them, to hurry up the line. I never thought I'd say this but I'm getting more comfortable and compliant when they ask me to take pictures with them. I also see how less intimidated his fans are when I'm being my normal friendly self.

We stop three times, for probably fifteen minutes each, before reaching a small pub. Not that the pictures cease once we're inside, but people are more relaxed and less star struck. Our visit is short and sweet, talking with several people and having some good laughs. Then we head back to our building, like an old couple in before ten o'clock.

Harry holds my hand and presses for the elevator. Looking to the exit, I spot several paparazzi. They wish they had a chance to snag a closeup. I wave goodbye, still a tad tipsy, before cautiously stepping into the confined space. Standing in the very corner, I grip the rails and stare at Harry through the mirrors, wondering what he's searching for.

"Where do you think they hide the cameras?" he asks after swiping his room key and pressing the 35th floor.

"Hmmm?" I look up but its hard to tell. "It might be near the buttons. Why?"

Harry spins around and lunges those pink plump lips upon me. I might have twisted my ankle from the lack of balance but I wouldn't really know since my feet are already numb from pain. I do take advantage of Harry's impulsive behavior, making out in an elevator was yet another number to my list. Due to my intoxication and my pep talk from earlier today, I raise my legs to straddle him and he moans in acceptance.

This could get out to the media and we'd be so screwed, yet my good conscience has taken the back seat for once. Besides, Harry isn't even drunk and I'm fully aware of my actions. I feel like I'm in a steamy love scene, who wouldn't want to be stuck in here with this guy. We wouldn't be bored thats for sure!

Harry's loose curls tickle my neck, and although this would put me to sleep, its doing the exact opposite. Taunting me by dipping his tongue in my ear, the weird sensation entices me for more.

"Why are we going to the 35th floor?" I ask as the doors slide open.

Harry puts me down and leads me straight to the pool. Oh no!

"Let's dip our toes, shall we?"

"We don't have towels or our swim suits," I point out and remove my heels, placing them next to my purse on a chair.

"We don't need them," Harry smiles and undresses.

I dip my toes in, surprised to find it suitably warm. Before I can start unbuttoning my blouse, Harry hooks his arm around my waist and takes me down with him. I'm thrilled he had all the time in the world to get out of his clothes while I couldn't be spared.

"Harry!" I wipe under my eyes after resurfacing.

"You were takin' to long," he winks and submerges himself.

Swimming under water to the other side and back, Harry then pops up, pushing his hair back. I'm the one star struck now. Between his tatted sleeve and chest, glowing eyes reflecting off the pool lights and sleek hair, I'm aroused just by looking at him.

"What?" his smile suspects my thoughts. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How, how am I looking at you?" I swim closer.

"Like...you want me."

"Because I do."

My heart trembles when he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, seeking my waist. I quickly cling to him as he walks around the shallow area.

"I had fun in the shower with you today."

"I bet. What was your favorite part?"

"The whole thing. I like it when you touch me. And I don't just mean in THAT way."

"I'll admit, it was fun," I blush.

"What about you, how do you like to be touched?"

"Well I didn't know until you."

Harry walks to the side of the pool, gently pressing me against the wall. I feel him fiddling with my shorts, its useless to fight him since I have panties underneath. He manages to slide my shorts off and toss them behind me. Seconds later the conniving lad pushes his groin up against me, making me shudder in need. I've often wondered about pool sex, it seems like the perfect place to do it.

"Are we going to . . ."

"No, not here," Harry shakes his head.

"Why?"

"Between the friction and the water, I heard its not so great. . .unless you'd like to leave now?"

We swim around for a while longer and then decide to leave. I remove my blouse after getting out of the pool and Harry's sweet enough to offer me his shirt to cover up. We make a trail of wet foot prints all the way to the elevator and our room. Before I set my purse down I check my phone and find two text messages. One is from my mom asking how I was doing and if I was enjoying my time with Harry. The other one stunned me as it was sent five minutes ago.

Don't forget about this Friday. You're still coming back in time right? -Roger

Yes, I haven't forgotten don't worry! :) -J

Just as I'm about to put my phone down on the coffee table and sit on the couch, it rings.

"Hello?" I try not to speak too loud.

"Heeeyy, Jude. How are youuu?" Roger slurs.

"I'm ok, how are you? You sound . . . are you drunk?"

"Maybe. . . I just got back from a date . . . but I can't."

Harry is dry and wearing a pair of blue basketball shorts and this sweater, he raises his hands and whispers who I'm on the phone with. I articulate Roger's name and his scowl sharpens. He takes his phone and shows me the time. I'm fully aware that its midnight but there must be a reason for his call; Roger is still my friend after all.

Roger describes his evening with this mystery girl but I don't know how to hang up on him. Harry on the other hand is insisting that I put him on speaker. After shaking my head twice, I finally agree to it.

"So I won't be seeing her, or any other girl for that matter . . . I need to tell you something Jude . . ."

"Roger, I think it would be better if we talked in the morning, when you're less intoxicated."

"No, because then I won't say it. I have to tell you now."

I look at Harry's jaw as it's clenching tight with a stiff lip, giving me a glare that has an I-told-you-so written all over his face.

"Ummm..."

"Where's the prick?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend, Harry, where is he?"

"He's getting me something to eat. And please don't call him that."

Harry's chest inflates, nostrils flare up and his brows shoot high, ready to smash my phone.

"Sorry. . . Jude, I should have told you this a long time ago-"

"Hey bro," Harry snatches the phone out of my hand, taking Roger off speaker and storming down the hallway. "You have some nerve calling my girlfriend at this hour. . . I don't fucking care, whatever you have to say could've waited till tomorrow!"

I'm too nervous to follow Harry, I've never heard him speak like that before, so fierce. But then I recall the time when he confronted me at the club because I had left his apartment and he thought I was with Jack. I know he won't be angry with me necessarily but I really don't know what to expect when he hangs up.

I can't hear him anymore. Standing by the window I stare at the city lights, my heart beating hard, then Harry's reflection appears behind me. He still looks pretty upset. He places the phone down on the coffee table as though he were forcing himself to remain in control. He then walks over to face the window, a few feet away from me.

"You need to be honest with me . . . do you, or have you ever, had feelings for him?"

Notes

I guess not too many people liked the last chapter. . .

Any who, please let me know what you think of this one? Much love and hugs to all of you. And happy writing! :)