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Hey Jude I & II

Mr. Darcy vs. Mr.Grey



I stumble into the dark hotel room guided by laughter coming from the bedroom. Smiling, I join the nest of girls and dive backwards onto the mattress laying parallel beside the headboard. They sound drunk and I feel tipsy with another failed and unsatisfied date attempt. Dating while on this tour has been a challenge and every time I think about texting Roger, just to see what he's doing, I never pull through.

I can't understand what the girls are mumbling and giggling about nor do I care. At this point I just want my friend, the only person aside from Lou that I've grown close to. In fact, I wonder what the hell he's doing now as I decide to text him.

My date sucked. Come rescue me from these girls, they sound like hyaenas on crack lol. Room 217 - Jude

Covering my face with my arm I feel a slight drift, only I'm unsure for how long as we soon receive another guest, judging by the drunken squeals. Next thing I feel someone kneeing me in the leg and when I peek I'm hit with instant comfort.

"Oh my favorite person is heeeere!"

I open my arms wide and Harry falls on top of me for a lazy hug. He's amused by this innocent cluster of women on a single king size bed but remains in my arms for a while.

"Save me from this," I whine childishly.

He laughs at my expense. "Ha ha. Well I'm too tired to get a cab out of here so I'll just get a room."

Harry peels himself off me and glances one more time at the knot of limbs before walking out. He looks like he's had a few drinks of his own too. Just when I think he's forgotten me after what seems like half an hour, I get a text with four numbers. My dizzy brain assumes its his room. Rolling off the bed, I make it pass the pile of female bodies and search for an elevator upon exiting the suite.

Either my eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be or I can't find the number to press on the elevator. I keep staring at my cell and repeating the numbers in my head and aloud but they are nowhere on the panel. Damn, I must be drunker than I thought. I can imagine Harry wondering where the fuck I am. But I don't even know how long I've been in this stupid idle elevator.

The doors swing open and in comes Harry while I'm still hunched over trying to figure out this mind puzzle.

"Fuck, Jude. How much did you have to drink?"

"I have no idea. All I know is drinks and depression are a deadly mix."

"You're not depressed, babe. . . You didn't text Roger did ya?" He glares at me and presses one of the buttons. Finally we're moving!

I feel his arm around me, assisting in my balance, and I lean my head on his shoulder. "I wanted to."

We stumble into his hotel room which is a hell of a lot bigger than the one I was previously in. Man, it must suck to have so much money! I kick off my heels immediately and Harry's waiting for me by the couch with a glass of water. I snatch it from his hand and sink in the corner, sitting with a permanent frown.

"How did the date go? By the looks of you, not well?" He smirks.

"What's wrong with me Harry? It's not like my standards are that high! And I don't even miss Roger as much as I complain that I do. . ."

"Honestly, Jude. You only dated a month before you decided to come on the tour with us. Bastard couldn't handle it or what?" Harry goes off with his signature scowl.

"I know, he was only upset I chose this over the internship. I don't blame him for anything. . .I'm just lonely I guess."

"Lonely?! Pffft! What am I? Have I not been there for you, babe?"

"It's not the same. . .I love you and Lou. I will always love Lou for getting me this job. . . I just-I would like to date a nice guy. It's been three months of touring and nothing! Tonight is the perfect example of how each date ends . . . sad and pathetic."

"You were excited to get my room number, does that count?" Harry grins.

I extend my leg to jab him as best I can but he ends up blocking my foot. Finishing the glass of water, I place it on the ottoman, yet my thirst is barely quenched.

"Come here and lay on my lap, anythin' to get you to stop poutin'. And take off those stupid glasses!"

I gawk at Harry, appalled by his bossiness but continue to do as he says anyway. Placing my frames on the ottoman as well, I swerve around to lay my head on his lap. We've done this quite a few times before, whether with the rest of the group or alone. Thanks to Harry, I've made it through this far. He really has become one of my closest friends on this tour.

"Is it so hard to ask for a Mr.Darcy?"

"That's only in the novels, babe. Fictional characters don't exist in the real world."

"I don't believe you," I snap lightly as I enjoy Harry's lazy head massage.

"If anythin' you need a . . . Mr. Grey," he laughs.

I spring up, dismayed and practically snarling at him. "You've got to be joking! That's the most absurd thing. . . I've ever heard! Could you honestly picture me doing that type of stuff?"

"No. That's why you'd fit the role perfectly. You're as stubborn as a mule!"

"I may be stubborn but I would never comply to anything that stupid Miss Steele woman did! If anything I'm more like Miss Bennet."

"Who is quite stubborn as well. Now her I could never see agreeing to such things, but you. . ."

"Me what?"

"I think you'd agree to it. . . because you're curious. I wasn't tryin' to offend you or anythin', Jude. Jeez."

"Who do you think you're more like, Mr. Darcy or Mr. Grey?" I calm down but not enough to return to Harry's lap.

"Not sure. Neither."

"That's not helpful."

"Who do you think I'd be more like?" He raises his brows.

"Mr. Darcy. . . I mean out of the two. . ."

Harry looks surprised. I mean I obviously wasn't going to compare him to Mr. Grey. It's when his gaze narrows in on me, lost in thought, I realize I may have said more than necessary.

"What if I was both? What then?"

"Then you'd be the object of every girl's affections but then again you sort of already are," I admit having given up this debate, laying my head against the backrest.

"Even yours?"

The deepness in his tone warns me that he didn't intend for that to be a joke. I turn my head to study his expression but its unreadable. Is he flirting with me or is it just too late in the night to trust my intuition?

"Perhaps, yes."

"So what is it you love about Mr. Darcy?"

"He's a gentleman, sweeps Elizabeth off her feet in the end. Everything was based on assumptions and miscommunication but even that didn't keep them apart."

"He seemed like an asshole to me."

I scowl at him. I don't expect a child to understand a woman's world or her fantasies. "I should have just kissed that guy tonight!" I throw my arm over my face again.

"Is that all you're complainin' about? I can get someone down at the lobby or in the hallway if you're that desperate."

"No. All the good ones are taken or sleeping."

"Not all the good ones."

"You know what I mean, Harry." I try and salvage the comment but I'm shocked to find Harry standing in front of me once I pull my arm down.

"If a kiss is all you want. . ."

Harry bends over, placing his hands on either side of my head and leans in. I feel the coolness of air diminish the closer he gets to my face and I close my eyes. Sensing a bit of hesitation on his part, I'm stunned the moment his full lips press on mine, sending sharp chills down everywhere. A shy moan peeps and I try to suppress it but its too late, Harry's already smiling against my lips. I'm barely able to react when he pulls away, just enough to stare directly into my eyes.

"Did you just do that to get me to shut up?" I whisper.

He shrugs and shakes his head all the while smiling wider.

"Why then?"

"Because I wanted to. . .for a long time." Harry stands up and takes the glasses into the other room.

I remain paralyzed as though his kiss had nailed me to the couch. What do I do? Do I go for this invitation? It could change everything but Harry is right about one thing, I am curious. So do I want him?

Yes.

I slowly get up from the couch, eager to find him but still thinking this through. Before I can move, I see him leaning at the doorway studying me. I know he's waiting to see what I'm going to do, I dare say he looks a tad bit nervous. To be cruel, I turn to face the door as though I'm about to leave and with that I hear the faintest gasp.

"No," I spin around slowly. "A kiss isn't all that I want."

Harry's once crossed arms fly open as he storms his way towards me and grabs either side of my head. His lips crash on me hard and I clasp my fingers into his shirt, scratching him in the process.

"I. . .I can be both," he mumbles in between kisses.

Harry dips and scoops me in his arms bridal style as he carries me over to the bed. For the first time I'm allowed to look and touch Harry the way I've wanted to for so long but was to afraid to admit it to myself. Moments later we are engaging in all things sensual and erotic.

"Love, we have to go soon," Harry whispers with another thrust.

"Huh?"

"You need to get ready," he leans closer and kisses my cheek.

My lids flutter open and I immediately press the corners of my eyes as the last images of my dream vanish into the pocket of my memory.

"At least it was better than the last one," I mumble.

"What was?"

After rubbing my eyes and puffing in this dose of sexual frustration, I look down to find my body only in my undergarments. In a sleepy daze, I try and remember what happened last night and begin to fret. . .I can't remember!

"My dream-what happened last night?"

"Ohhhh, you had a bit too much to drink."

"Harrry, what happened?"

"Not to worry, you weren't the only drunk one there," he stands and heads towards the kitchen.

Why isn't he saying much? I scramble out of bed and stomp on after him. Standing across the kitchen island with my hands at my hips and scowl deep enough to put his to shame, he glances at me and smiles. I'm sure he's enjoying this but I'm frightened I may have made a fool of myself.

"What. Happened."

"I'm jus' messin' with ya. You passed out on the drive home."

"Oh thank goodness!" I breathe deeply and press my hand to my chest. "You wouldn't believe the dream I had this morning. . ."

I begin to narrate the scenes as he makes us breakfast. Harry's all ears when I tell him about our discussion between the two male characters and I already know his mind is going places. Curiosity always strikes me, I love knowing what he thinks about and the ideas that pop in his head. Except, he stays suspiciously quiet all throughout the morning.

We dress and drive back to the music studio. Harry kisses my cheek goodbye and I'm practically handed over to Calvin to follow each and every instruction of the day. I'm not thrilled about the first interview with Kaycee but luckily I will only be sitting in, making observations and thinking up new questions for the next one.

Before we begin, I walk out to the lounge room and grab a few bottled waters Shelly's asked me to get. Passing the recording room, on my way back, I catch Harry playing on the guitar. He looks up coincidentally, looking as cute as ever in his plaid shirt, and whistles at me. I shake my head and pick up the pace but I'm distracted by the sound of someone running behind me.

"Heeey, remember that code we made?" Harry catches up to me and my eyes immediately fall to his chest as it rises. I nod. "I think we should change it up a bit."

"Oh?" I raise my brows interested.

"Whenever I lick my lips I want you. . . to imagine what I'm thinkin' bout," Harry grins, displaying a dimple that warns me I'm about to turn all sorts of red. "I want you to remember each time I made you come in my mouth."

My eyes almost fly out of their sockets as I'm not even given enough time to digest his words. Shelly zips out of the room and down the hall while I stand frozen struggling against the hot flash that wants to overwhelm me. Harry walks casually back into his room, surrounded by some of the other guys and looks back at me victoriously.

The evil glimmer in his eyes is of pure satisfaction for he knows he got my attention good. His long fingers expertly strum the guitar strings and then he shoots the last bullet. A juicy lick over those plump lips sends a shiver between my thighs forcing me to walk before my face turns purple. How am I to focus in on this interview now? Thanks a lot Harry!

Shelly walks in with Kaycee and directs her to the two single chairs in front of the camera. Although I can hear them I'm not listening as well as I should. A grin slips every time I repeat Harry's words from the hallway, wondering if my dream had anything to do with this inspiration. Stupefied, I look up and catch Kaycee's deadly glare, she must think I'm mocking her with my bewildering grin but I can't help it.

I snap out of it and write down the most important things I've heard so far to include in the blog. Her greatest musical influence and style comes from Blondie and Stevie Nicks while some of her other favorite bands and singers are David Bowie, The Smiths, MS MR, and Dragonette. Looking past her attitude, I think this girl is amazing, from her voice to her likes. I just hope whatever issue she has with me comes to the surface soon before I spend the entire tour walking on egg shells around her.

We take a break before tackling the next interview. Shelly shows me the ropes step by step. It's a staggering procedure but knowledge is power in this industry, and everywhere else for that matter. I'm glad I'm only in charge of the wording on the screen and not the actual video edits and sound. After loading and saving the clip to a file on the desktop, Shelly resets the camera and leaves to get the next person.

I'm a bit nervous although I really shouldn't be. I have my list of questions including some of the ones Shelly used but in reality, I just want to have a conversation that flows. I hear voices and turn to see Troy walk in and what a relief that is. Smiling and inviting him to take a seat, I carefully do the same while crossing my legs and smoothing out my black skirt.

Shelly hands me a mic clip and I pin it to the collar of my polka dot blouse. Troy seems so laid back it calms me within seconds and I'm ready to start.

"Hello, Troy" I smile.

"Hey," he smiles back, rubbing the palms of his hands over his jeans.

"So you're the drummer of Skewed Lines, can you tell me how the band came up with the name?"

"Yeah. Kaycee and Billy came up with the name actually. We all have such different tastes in music and we didn't want to settle for one particular sound. So, its actually pretty dumb really. We had our names on this piece of paper and we were writing down all the bands and songs we liked. . . like this huge brainstorm on paper you know. It looked like chicken scratch really. . . Then Billy comes out of the blue and says "All these screwed lines are getting us nowhere!" But Kaycee thought he said skewed. Then she joked about how that word was too intellectual for him to simply throw out there, which . . . she was right! Because that's not what he actually said. So. . . we're Screwed Lines." Troy chuckles.

"That's kinda funny. I always find it interesting how bands come up with their names, there's so much pressure to think of something original. . . How long have you known each other?" I continue.

"Well I've know Kaycee since middle school and Billy was a sophomore at the time. I was already learning to play the drums so it all just kinda fell together. We began messing around in Billy's basement and one of his friends was the bassist till Kaycee and I graduated and then he moved away. It wasn't till a year later, Kaycee started dating Zac and he plays both bass and guitar, so we lucked out."

"Now, how old is everyone?"

"Billy's the oldest, he's 22. Zac's 21. Then Kaycee and I, we're both 20."

"I can't imagine how excited you must be to open up for One Direction on this tour. Do you think you'll handle the fame well and is it possible not to change from it?"

"I think . . . with something this big its impossible not to feed into the hype. I mean I know we're all going to change in some way, shape or form. I see it already and it's not a bad thing. We went from playing in Billy's basement to small local venues all around Quebec and now this. You definitely grow as a musician and a fan of other great bands, so heck yeah I'm excited but it's . . .it's more than that. . . it's the people I get to do this with and it's . . . the experience of it all. I accept change when its a positive thing and as far as handling the fame, that's something I really admire about One Direction. These guys are solid bros more than anything, they don't take themselves too seriously. They're young and enjoying the ride because its all just one phenomenal experience."

"So I have to ask, any significant others back at home?" I smile nosily.

Troy pauses and looks down at his lap, fingers fidgeting, then he looks up at me and his smile forms into a horizontal line. "No, no one back home."

I ask him a few more questions before closing the interview and thank him for doing so well. Troy waves as he walks out the room and I wait for Shelly's response to my interviewing skills. She claps a few times and informs me that I will be doing the next two as well. That's great but just the thought of Billy smirking at me the entire time has my stomach turning sour. I just want to get it over with.

"It's time for lunch. We'll continue when we return," Shelly announces and exits.

I reach for my phone and see a text from Harry. A tongue face? Really? I swear this guy! I'm immediately teleporting back into the hallway where Harry decided to change the rules to our little game. Standing alone in the silence of the room, I reach for one of the water bottles as my mind remembers the dinning table in the L.A. suite where Harry had me for breakfast. I feel my cheeks grow warm and I know if anyone saw me right now they would be suspicious of my glow.

I'm trying to visualize the image on the blank wall in front of me. I still can't believe that that girl laying on top of the table with her legs spread eagle and moaning in pleasure. . .is me. I should be over this hump by now but I think the day I get used to it will be the day that nothing surprises me anymore. I can't have that, I'll never allow it. . . Harry wouldn't either.

Soon thoughts begin to trouble me. Are we too physical? Surely Harry will get bored with me soon but how long till that happens? But we're young, stupid and in love. So why not enjoy it all, right? Just then two large hands slide around the front of my waist and I'm enveloped by Harry's warmth and scent.

"You always smell sooooo good," Harry murmurs in my hair.

I place my hands over his and let out a feeble giggle. Harry's throat rumbles as he tightens his arms around me. I feel his eyes looking down the humps of my body and his hand slowly glides over my abdomen to the mound further South.

"Harry, what are you doing? Not here," I whisper. I don't want to get caught but at the same time its kind of thrilling.

"I'm coverin' us, no one will see."

"That doesn't mean they don't have an imagination. They'll know something's going on."

"Shhhhhh. If they have any suspicions its only from your loud mouth," he chuckles softly.

"Not mine!" I whisper loudly.

"Besides they all went out to get lunch."

"So there's no one left?"

"Some left," he clarifies and continues to pass his hand over the inhibited area of my skirt.

My head remains still on his shoulder as I allow his fingers to reach underneath the hem. He slowly scrunches up the fabric till his hand is but an inch away from my eager center. Again, I can't believe this is me and that's just what keeps me wanting more. I bite my lip and push him off, no matter how bad I want him.

“No chance huh?” Harry shakes his head and adjusts his package.

“Not here, silly. If Calvin or Shelly walked in, I'd be too petrified to ever look them in the eyes. . .ever!” I grin at the misfortune in his pants.

“Not too keen on the PDA are we?”

“Kissing yes, sex nuh-uh.” I cross my arms, refusing to let him win this battle.

“I have another idea. . .”

“Dare I ask,” my eyes roll automatically.

“We should play out this dream of yours. I think it be fun.”

“Which part?”

“Well, Liam wants to hit Funky Buddha one last time tonight. . . We could role play. Pretend we're just friends and I get to hit on ya,” Harry winks.

I like this idea. How is it going to work though? Does the role playing start when we get to the club?

“I'm game!”

“I don't think you quite know what I'm throwin' down,” Harry licks his lips. That's the sign!

“I don't?” Now I'm worried. What did I agree to?

“Because we're only friends, you're not allowed to touch or kiss me till I make my move,” Harry's eyes look florescent as his voice teases me, I'm already dreading the distance.

I want to test him. Reaching out to touch his chest he takes a step back and shakes his head. My eyes shoot up at the seriousness of the situation. His head is bowed and eyes are undressing me. With all malicious intent Harry sticks out his tongue and drags it over his bottom lip, biting the glossy flesh till it's shade turns into scarlet.

“It's you who I'm worried about,” I answer in the smuggest tone I can muster.

Taking a few steps to walk around him, I discreetly reach out my hand and graze his protruding seem, hearing a subtle groan as I continue out the room. Two can play this new game and I will win. . . no matter how many times he licks those damn lips, making my thighs tremble on cue.

I'll show you role-play, Harry!






Notes



A/N: Chapter Playlist:

"Northern Lights" -Cider Sky

"Better Than Words" -1D

"Drove Me Wild" -Tegan and Sara




Happy Valentine's Day loves! Dream hott dreams with Harry. My wish to you all! xoxo

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 :(

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6/14/16

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

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5/3/16