A/N: Chapter Playlist

"The Writer" - Ellie Goulding

"Happy With You" - Blackbird Blackbird

"It's Racing" - A Boy and His Kite

"Untouched" - The Veronicas

"She's Got You High" - Mumm-ra

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My body awakens before the brightness of the morning has the chance to grace my eyes, I smell something wonderful but hear suspicious rummaging about the room. Peeking over my blanket I witness Harry's slender body walking to and fro, leaving things on the couch and skipping down the hall, pans and utensils resound from the kitchen. It's 7:30 in the morning and I doubt he's even slept enough at all.

I sit up lazily and smile when I see the shock on Harry's face, caught in the middle of his act. He gallops over to my side of the bed and pulls the blanket over my head, to which I grumpily protest.

"Heyyyy!"

"Not yet, gimmie three minutes!" he shouts in humorous panic.

All of a sudden, the covers are yanked from my head and a kiss is stolen from my parched lips, only to be wrapped by the blanket again. This is a funny way to start the day. I feel like a little girl hiding in a white tent, awaiting my surprise. I'm still wearing Harry's shirt but hopefully all heavy traces of black mascara have magically disappeared on to my pillow.

Harry's throat clears and I take it as a sign that he's done. The sheet is slowly being pulled off me, only I can't imagine how attractive my hair must look now. There he is, standing at the edge of the bed, hands clasped together as though he were about to make an important announcement.

"Gooood morn-in'!" he greets me with a cheeky grin in full tow. "Today is a special day as its a pre-birthday celebration!"

Smiling, I raise my eyebrows impressed by his thoughtfulness. His voice sounds eager to disclose our plans for the day. All I want to do is hug him in that cotton blue sweater and pull that silly bandanna off, no matter how unfairly good it looks on him.

"Come now, let us begin our day with a lovely sun salutation."

A sun what? Harry walks over to the den where he has already set the coffee table aside, providing a spacious area for . . . exercise? Removing his sweater, he stands facing the window with his hands together and elbows high.

"There's twelve steps but it's the best mornin' stretch. . . We begin with the mountain."

I copy his movements, although I've only done yoga once before with my mother, I know of its great benefits.

"Open your chest as you raise your hands over your head. . .and push your hips out," he inhales deeply. "Now exhale slowly as you bend all the way down and touch your toes."

His hands are on the floor right next to his feet while I can barely skim the surface of my foot. He is ridiculously limber and also an excellent teacher. We go through a series of movements from a lunge to a plank and sweep motion into a cobra. I hold in any urges to giggle until we get to the downward dog position and then back to the beginning.

"Remind me never to take you to a yoga class," Harry shakes his head with his hands resting on his hips.

"No, that was fun. I feel nice and. . . stretched."

"Liar!" he half-smiles.

His accusations mean nothing with that crafty grin. I like this side of Harry, loud but not obnoxious. I plan on having lots of fun today. He pulls his sweater back on and grabs my wrist to lead us into the kitchen, but I come to a complete halt, opting for another quick kiss. His reaction is a mixture between a moan and a soft laugh, then he pushes away, walking backwards in an oh so sexy manner.

Anticipating more foreplay in the kitchen, I walk in to find the table set with plates and two glasses of orange juice. Harry draws out my chair and scurries to the stove after I sit down. Needless to say, our breakfast looks just as delicious as it smells.

"Did you make these French Toasts?"

"Yes madame."

Each fluffy bite melts in my mouth, first with the sweet maple syrup and then the buttery aftertaste. Harry really outdid himself, there's even scrambled eggs and bacon on the side; almost as good as my mom's. His cheeks fill up, sharing the cutest smiles in between mouthfuls. It's moments like these I never want to end.

"This birthday breakfast is amazing," I bat my tiny lashes in appreciation.

"Good! I'm glad you like it . . . and that nothin' burned," he mumbles and widens his eyes.

"I would have eaten it anyways, just to be a good sport."

"Would you have lied bout the taste?"

"Ummm. . ."

"So who's to say you aren't lyin' right now?" Harry frowns and rests his fist on his hip.

"Because I'm not. Hah!" I tease and throw him a piece of bread crust.

"Now you are disrespecting the chef?! That's it, bend over!"

With Harry, I never know whether to take his playful threats seriously or not. However, the second he jolts out of his chair to grab my leg, I'm dodging for the kitchen counter.

"Are you seriously going to spank me?" I gawk cheerfully.

"Wouldn't YOU like that."

Harry's glance is sparking the match within, taking slow steps towards me as I take fewer steps back. Without haste, he lifts me onto the island counter, reminding me of the times we've fooled around in his own kitchen. He grabs hold of my thigh and waist, trapping me with his bracing strength. The dynamite catches fire once he bites down on his lip and presses his forehead against mine. There's bound to be morning fireworks.

"I already miss you."

"Shhhh. . .don't ruin it."

Harry's methods of silencing me are ones I can't argue with. The deeper the kiss the harder his grip is around my body. I'm no stranger to this submissive role but I must admit I like this slight aggression, when I'm in a frisky mood. Harry's kiss entertains me as he unbuttons his shirt, one by one, revealing my tan brassiere. My hands are busy indulging in the thickness of his hair, removing the bandanna and tugging at his ends.

If our bodies were made of bio-luminescent cells, the radiance in this kitchen would make an aurora borealis seem dull in comparison. The energy that stirs between us is something I hope to never lose. From the way that my body reacts when he touches me, let alone looks at me, I'd resume the submissive role whenever he so much as whispers my name.

"I do plan on punishin' you, but in other ways . . . somethin' you'd never expect."

"Okay, now that's just scary. . . I'm not into that torture stuff."

Harry starts laughing, perplexing my mind even further.

"No no . . . I wanted you to think that, but its not really what I have in mind."

I relax from the notion that there will be no hand cuffs or whips, hoping that Harry isn't secretly into that sort of thing. Still, what is this punishment that I simply can't escape from?

"Wait here."

Holding my shirt together as Harry jogs off, I take advantage of these isolated minutes to stretch my back and buttocks. Then I hear him coming but the additional sound is hard to identify.

"Close your eyes," he shouts out of sight.

Eyes closed, I feel the warmth of his body before he even leans against me. He places something on my lap, it feels a bit chilly but I soon recognize the material.

"Open your eyes."

On my lap sits a giant gift bag. If Harry weren't so tall, he'd remain hidden behind it, but his dimples are in perfect view. His arms are crossed behind his back as he slightly sways in place, impatiently waiting.

"Harry, what's this?!"

"One of your birthday presents."

"You didn't have to. . ." I say hypnotized by the pretty magenta and size of the bag.

"Open it!"

I remove the white tissue paper and the first thing I see is a wide box.

"When did you get this?"

"I make the time for the things that matter to me," he smiles proudly.

I rip the paper to find the Nike swoosh symbol across the shoe box, I'm both shocked and
intrigued by this present.

"I noticed you didn't have any proper trainers in your closet."

"When did you sneak in my closet?"

"When you were showerin'," he smiles. "I wanted to know your size."

There's an amazing pair of sky blue and black sneakers inside. I'm afraid he knows me better than I give him credit for. I want to try them on, and he immediately sticks his hand inside the bag, taking out a pack of short socks. Harry did a remarkable job in choosing my size, they're a bit roomy in the front but nothing double socks can't fix.

"I love them."

"There's more."

I look back in the bag and see a set of clothing. There's a baby blue racer top and dark shorts with a beige and light blue strip on the side. Work out clothes. Hmmm.

"Something tells me this has something to do with my punishment."

"It'll be fun. But do you like them? Lou helped me with the selections."

"I love it all! The only thing I'm unsure of is the exercise you're going to make me do in them."

"I'll make it fun, promise.You know, it would be even funnier if you put that other sock on so you could skid across the floor like in Risky Business."

I start laughing as I picture myself trying to pull off that scene and falling in the process. "I'll do it if you do it with me?"

"Yeah? I'll get my shades. You go to the end of the hall."

"You don't mess around do ya?"

In the time it takes me to put on the other sock and button my shirt back up, Harry returns and slides his shades over my eyes. He then fiddles on his phone as we walk out of the kitchen. I stand at the end of the hallway by the bathroom and can see him waiting in the den with his phone at hand.

"Ready?" he shouts.

"Harry, I'm going to fall on my ass!"

"And I'll have it all on camera! Let's go! 1. . .2 . . .3!"

I can barely get enough traction but I manage to pick up speed and turn my feet to slide half way till the end, gasping as I surf across the wood. Harry chortles with jubilant eyes, handing me the phone to see the video. Then he dashes to the starting line, wearing his own pair of black socks.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" I answer, pointing the lens in his direction.

I hear his feet stomp against the hard flooring but his slide is cut short and I can tell he's disappointed. That childish frown could only mean one thing.

"Ugh! Lame. I'm gonna have another go."

Harry tries to moonwalk back and succeeds in my opinion; his talents are just endless. Then after cracking his knuckles and shaking his hands, he gives me the thumbs up. I hold the button on his phone and watch him take off. Somehow his feet don't agree with him and I squint as he slowly loses his balance, arms and legs flailing till he falls on his bum.

"Oh my gaw-Harry!" I run over, making sure he's alright before I dare laugh.

"Agh, my baaack. I've fallen and I can't get up," he yelps and reaches for my hand.

"Does your back hurt?"

"Did you get it all on video?" he asks hopeful.

"Harry, you adorable idiot!" I melt and giggle into his chest.

He stays flat on the ground and pulls my hand, leading my body over his. I carefully sit over his stomach, concentrating the weight on my knees as they pin him at the sides. His moan could suggest pain but I have the feeling Harry is being sneaky again.

"Didn't I undo these a few minutes ago?" Harry scowls referring to my closed shirt.

Struggling between a seductive and timid grin, I undo each button, witnessing his eyes trail down with my hands. I recognize that lustful stare as I sit further back on his hips. His shorts are soft enough, allowing me to feel all of him. Every growing inch. Taking pleasure in his misfortune, I scandalously ride my hips into his.

Harry hisses and swoops his arm around my waist, gracefully switching our places. The floor is cold against the back of my legs but the heat inside is slowly possessing me. Balancing on his knees and forearms, Harry's eyes penetrate mine leaving me feeling nauseous and dirty. I desperately yank off his sweater and slither my limbs around him. There's only one ending to this morning.

It's like sliding into a hot bath after a long day, the way his body blankets mine and soothes my yearnings. His kisses coat my fair skin, washing and tainting me with his sweat. I won't settle for his hands or tongue, I want it all. Raising my knees, Harry sinks into my welcoming divot. The thought of separating to remove my underwear haunts me as I'd rather him tear them off.

"I want you so badly, Harry," I gasp, fully aware of my confession.

I do. My stomach dips with a hunger for him, devouring my breakfast till there's no remnant of evidence and I'm left with an insatiable itch. Harry's once deep stare now carves through my soul, like green butcher knives, leaving me openly wounded and desiring more pain.

"I want to fuck you so hard right now. . .I-I'm sorry."

For the first time I initiate the violence, pushing him up and kneeling in front of him. I kiss him as though I were depending on the air in his lungs, my nails scratching the surface of his scalp while my crotch dances over his. His arms dangerously tighten around my frail back and pull on my shirt, latching his teeth into my shoulder once its exposed.

In a vigorous motion, Harry removes my shirt and drinks my chest, cupping my rear to hold me closer. My hands are knotted deep within his tresses, allowing him to bite and suction over my delicate skin. I feel high, loosing sense of all reality, longing to be conquered and made one.

Our fingers remove whats left of our clothing before lowering to the hard floor. I'm stuck between both solid surfaces, I have no comfortable cushion to sink into, there's no soft landing. Harry's hands are getting their fill of me, groping my breasts and guiding them into his mouth, provoking my center till I squirm with delight.

When I least expect it, I feel him push inside me with ease; I was so ready for him. He exhales in complete satisfaction, groaning with each thrust. Colors dance inside my head as my eyes remain closed, embracing his weight and pressure. He continues at a steady pace but our bodies are already excreting drops of sweat.

His tongue pours into my mouth and I'm consumed by both openings, one cooler than the other. Harry's hips grind gently until I feel one more push and I gasp in confusing pain, not knowing he had been restricting himself from full entrance. This feels familiar now, the stretching, the scraping till I'm left raw and sore.

"You're so wet," he gasps.

My back is no longer dry as it subtly glides on the damp wooden floor. I would love to see the end result of our painted silhouettes on the ground, laughing as we decide on the next spot.

"I have to pull out!" he whispers in terror.

"No," I tighten my grip around him.

I'll regret this and feel stupid afterwards, but the second I feel his body tense up and release, its like no other describable feeling. All his panting and grunts feed my hunger along with his surrender. I love the way his member throbs in my depths as the muscle softens and molds with mine. It takes Harry a moment to regain strength before he turns my hips as he lays behind me.

He looks wasted and depleted of energy but that doesn't stop him from finishing. He introduces himself again and presses over my swollen lower lips with his hand aiding the pleasure. Smooth strokes replace the vicious strumming of before. That and the way his body belly dances to fill my cavity, has me feeling like my eruption's about to draw nigh by his persistence.

"Come for me sweet Jude," he whispers lovingly over my ear. "Let go . . .let go of all your worryin' and let me make you happy."

His last words send me diving off this wooden cliff and I can't bare to think of putting my body under any more strenuous exercise. At least not for the next half hour. My body is worn and loved. It's been a while, I'm sure I'll be limping around the airport tomorrow with a huge glow.

We recover with a rejuvenating shower and I'm actually very excited to try my new work out clothes. They fit and hug all the right, and wrong, curves. After I brush my hair in a high ponytail, prepared to sweat yet again, I'm ready to go.

Harry grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and the room key. When given the uninterrupted chance to scan his figure, wearing a white tank top and thin shorts, I choose to believe that this may be fun after all.

Notes

Agh! I was hoping to already include the next scene but my impatience gets the best of me. I'm completely smitten by all you lovely ladies here on this site and your endearing comments. I can never thank you enough. Since I already have the next chapter on the tip of my tongue and fingers, I hope to have that out as soon as tomorrow :)

So let us all take a moment of silence to gawk at this fine being for a minute or two. . . shhhhh!

And. . . I've decided to add a heart to all those colorful chapters. You can take that announcement however you'd like. Ciao!