World Tour
It's About Time!
***Harry Styles***
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 – North London, England
I set my book down when Louis approached the door. I had been waiting all day for this, going crazy at the interview with every gesture Louis would make. I was ready, and a little nervous, too, but I told myself it would be okay. Louis wasn’t here to judge.
He walked towards me, an intense look in his eyes, and then he grabbed my legs and swung them over the side of the bed so I was sitting up. He bent down, took my face in his, and kissed me for a long, passionate moment. I held onto his face, keeping his lips pressed against mine, and then he pulled away. He knelt down in front of me – I almost thought I saw him shaking – and he unbuttoned my pants, then slid them down to my ankles with my boxers. He placed his hands on my thighs, and looked into my eyes with such intensity I almost came right there. Then he took me into his mouth and proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever received. I moaned and cried out his name the whole time, gripping onto his upper arms for support, getting more turned on by how tone his muscles were. Once that was over, he crawled up on top of me, pushing my back down against the mattress, and we began to kiss as he began grinding his hips against mine. Once I came down from my high, I flipped us over so he was laying on the bed, and I unzipped his pants.
“Your turn,” I told him. I looked at his face before continuing, to make sure he was okay with it and it was something he wanted. He swallowed hard, then nodded slightly for me to go ahead. I slid his pants and boxers down his legs, then took him in my mouth.
“Harry,” he gasped. I loved the way he said my name in that moment. He moaned the whole time, and when it was over, I looked at him. The expression on his face was one of happiness. I lowered myself down on top of him, and we kissed until we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and was immediately reminded why I was already in such a good mood. I looked at my sleeping boyfriend – so peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world. I knew last night for sure what I had been pondering for awhile – I loved him. I just needed the right time to tell him.
A week went by, pretty uneventful, and my relationship with Louis continued to grow. Every time he looked at me, or touched me, or gave me any sort of attention whatsoever, I felt my heart leap. He seemed to be doing okay with everything that had happened with his parents, and I didn’t understand why I still felt so lost when my life was going this good. I mean, I still had my family, and I had Louis, I even had fame and money although that wasn’t as important to me as Louis and the guys, and I didn’t know what more I could possibly need. One night, we were lying on the couch, my head in Louis’s lap, watching a movie as he massaged my scalp, his obsession with my curly hair growing every day, and I loved it. I looked up at him, having no idea what was going on in the movie. He looked at me, curiously.
“Are you happy?” I asked him, out of nowhere. He didn’t seem surprised by my question at all.
“With you?” he asked. “Of course.”
“No, I mean, in general. With life.”
“Sure. What’s not to be happy about?” he asked. He was so carefree. I longed for that outlook on life. I shrugged, then looked back at the TV. “Why? Aren’t you happy?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Again, I just shrugged. “Harry, look at me,” he said. I looked back up into his eyes, which searched mine deeply for a minute. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded. “But not happy?”
“You make me happy,” was the only response I could come up with.
“Curly, you know I’m here, if you ever need to talk, right?” he asked. I nodded, and he dropped it after that, knowing I’d talk to him if I needed to.
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 – North London, England
I set my book down when Louis approached the door. I had been waiting all day for this, going crazy at the interview with every gesture Louis would make. I was ready, and a little nervous, too, but I told myself it would be okay. Louis wasn’t here to judge.
He walked towards me, an intense look in his eyes, and then he grabbed my legs and swung them over the side of the bed so I was sitting up. He bent down, took my face in his, and kissed me for a long, passionate moment. I held onto his face, keeping his lips pressed against mine, and then he pulled away. He knelt down in front of me – I almost thought I saw him shaking – and he unbuttoned my pants, then slid them down to my ankles with my boxers. He placed his hands on my thighs, and looked into my eyes with such intensity I almost came right there. Then he took me into his mouth and proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever received. I moaned and cried out his name the whole time, gripping onto his upper arms for support, getting more turned on by how tone his muscles were. Once that was over, he crawled up on top of me, pushing my back down against the mattress, and we began to kiss as he began grinding his hips against mine. Once I came down from my high, I flipped us over so he was laying on the bed, and I unzipped his pants.
“Your turn,” I told him. I looked at his face before continuing, to make sure he was okay with it and it was something he wanted. He swallowed hard, then nodded slightly for me to go ahead. I slid his pants and boxers down his legs, then took him in my mouth.
“Harry,” he gasped. I loved the way he said my name in that moment. He moaned the whole time, and when it was over, I looked at him. The expression on his face was one of happiness. I lowered myself down on top of him, and we kissed until we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and was immediately reminded why I was already in such a good mood. I looked at my sleeping boyfriend – so peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world. I knew last night for sure what I had been pondering for awhile – I loved him. I just needed the right time to tell him.
A week went by, pretty uneventful, and my relationship with Louis continued to grow. Every time he looked at me, or touched me, or gave me any sort of attention whatsoever, I felt my heart leap. He seemed to be doing okay with everything that had happened with his parents, and I didn’t understand why I still felt so lost when my life was going this good. I mean, I still had my family, and I had Louis, I even had fame and money although that wasn’t as important to me as Louis and the guys, and I didn’t know what more I could possibly need. One night, we were lying on the couch, my head in Louis’s lap, watching a movie as he massaged my scalp, his obsession with my curly hair growing every day, and I loved it. I looked up at him, having no idea what was going on in the movie. He looked at me, curiously.
“Are you happy?” I asked him, out of nowhere. He didn’t seem surprised by my question at all.
“With you?” he asked. “Of course.”
“No, I mean, in general. With life.”
“Sure. What’s not to be happy about?” he asked. He was so carefree. I longed for that outlook on life. I shrugged, then looked back at the TV. “Why? Aren’t you happy?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Again, I just shrugged. “Harry, look at me,” he said. I looked back up into his eyes, which searched mine deeply for a minute. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded. “But not happy?”
“You make me happy,” was the only response I could come up with.
“Curly, you know I’m here, if you ever need to talk, right?” he asked. I nodded, and he dropped it after that, knowing I’d talk to him if I needed to.
Notes
Directioners,Warning: some sexual content - wahoo! Haha
Sweet little Harry :)
@Sinthiaa
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