It Takes Patience II: Guarded

*Reagan’s POV*
I walked over to H. as Peyton’s food came out from the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on my back while Harry’s dark emerald ones danced over me as I got closer. It almost felt as if he were examining me to see if Peyton had made a mark anywhere that on me that shouldn’t be there. Harry’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked past me and I already knew that green eyes rested on blue ones. While Harry’s iris’s flashed with warning, when I turned around I could see nothing but a smile in Peyton’s. Peyton stood from his table and headed towards the elevator after paying the waiter and as he moved, Harry’s arm snaked around my waist. I rested a hand on Harry’s shoulder but a scowl played on my face. How is it that my heart speeds up this way when he’s around me even after what he did? How is it that I want nothing more than to be in his arms even though he was in the arms of another only two days ago? My feelings for H. are more frustrating and confusing than they should be. I want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.

When Peyton is out of sight, I take a step back from Harry and he smiles at me with dimples showing and all. I cross my arms over my chest and turn to head for the elevator myself before I feel Harry pull me back towards him.

“Wait until he gets into his room please.” He just seemed like he was happy to see me a moment ago and now his tone is clipped. Harry finished his drink which was apparently nothing but an orange juice before he stood and looked at me. He tried to keep a hard expression, but his features softened the longer he looked at my face. He was fighting to hold back a grin, and so was I, but I was doing a better job than he was.

“Can I leave to go to my room now or do I have to wait for Peyton to leave the hotel first?” Harry went in his wallet and gave the bartender a five pound note. When he turned back around to look at me his eyebrows were furrowed again.

“Let’s go smart ass.”

“Where do I get it from I wonder?...You’re not coming. You shouldn’t be here in the first place Harry. I told you not to come. I don’t know if I’m ready to see you yet.” I turned to walk away and I could hear his footsteps behind me, following me as I made my way to the elevators.

“I wasn’t ready to see you either when you came back to London but I had to...”

“That was you once again, you showed up to my room in the middle of the night. Not the other way around.”

I pressed the down button and waited somewhat impatiently as the elevator made its slow decent and my inner bitch was out in full effect, the only problem is I don’t know how long I can keep her going.

“So you don’t want to see me now? You want me to go?” I raised one of my eyebrows not responding to Harry and the longer I stood there silently, the more crumpled his face became. I need to keep up this act a little while longer.

“Fine!”

He bit his lip and turned to leave before I grabbed his hand He looked at me confused before a smirk that makes me weak played out on his lips.

“Don’t do that to me Reagan! That’s not nice! I didn’t bring my medication with me so if you keep messing with me that way my mood will go to shit and there won’t be anything either of us can do about it”

“It might do that anyway. I’m only letting you up so we can talk. You can leave afterwards.”

Harry pursed his lips then grinned again. I can’t wrap my head around these mood swings he’s having right now. They’re happening too quickly and every time he smiles at me I want to wrap my arms around him. He must know that I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to argue. This can be a fresh slate for us. We both messed up. It’s out of the way now; at least I hope it is.

The elevator door opened and as it closed Harry reached over me to press my floor button.

“Does this remind you of anything glasses?” My heart sped up in my chest and my breath caught in my throat. I almost smiled at him as the memory of my first day of shadowing him rushed into my mind and played like a flashback in my head. He even smells the same.

“Move Harold.” I pushed him back before my purpose crashed at my feet. I want to kiss him so bad but my focused side won’t allow it. Not yet, I have to keep the act going. I have to hold out. Harry huffed and went back into his corner of the elevator and we both stood in silence as we watched the floor light numbers continue to rise until it stopped on my floor.

I dug around in my purse for my keycard and when I got it out, I slipped it quickly into the door, allowing it to fly open, not bothering to wait for harry to get in and close the door behind him like I usually do. I heard him shut the door and as soon as he did, I stepped out of my black Manolo’s and rubbed my feet across the red indent along my toes that the top of the shoe left. I walked into the living room of the hotel, where we usually carry our serious conversations so far and as Harry sat down on the couch, I began to undo the fishtail braid that I had my hair pulled back in for work.

“Why did you come here when I asked you not to?”

“I needed to see you.” He replied simply looking at me resolutely.

“Harry we need to have-”

“Robin took me to Clive’s grave.” He cut me off and I knew there and then that the problem that we had between us, was to be put on a backburner to maybe picked up at a later date.

Harry’s face contorted in anger and hurt and I quickly took a seat on the couch next to him. I knew something went wrong.

“What happened why did he do that?”

“He wanted me to get anything that I could have to say to him off my chest. Like that was the reason that I don’t want him and my mum to get married. He brought me back home after he saw my reaction to it all and now I have the day off when I could have been working all because of Dr. Bakers bright ass idea’s. It started off terrible and it ended terrible, just like I thought it would.”

“You didn’t give it a chance H. and I didn’t have to be there to know you didn’t. What did you do before that?”

“I did give it a chance Reagan. The fact that I stepped out of the door and went was giving it a chance!” I rolled my eyes skyward as H. dodged yet another one of my questions before heading towards my room to change out of the binding office clothes. Harry didn’t follow me this time, even though I want him to. Harry either has horrible at reading me or he knows that it would be best if he didn’t follow behind me. I know that as well. I know what will happen if he does. Sex doesn’t fix our problems but I sure wouldn’t mind it if it happened right now. I’m extremely weak when it comes to things like this between Harry and I. With any other boy that I was with at home, if they were to even rub me the wrong way, I would move on to the next fling. When Harry cheats on me to get even, I crave a sexual encounter with him. Maybe I am as messed up as Channel says I am over him after all?

I stepped out of my black dress pants and bent over to pick them up while unbuttoning my shirt before I replied.

“Harry you went out with him putting in your head that you didn’t want to go and that was you’re mood throughout I’m sure. You don’t want to give Robin a chance so you won’t. I know your relationship with him wasn’t like this before. I saw it with my own eyes when I was at Gemma’s graduation party over the summer. There’s a reason why today didn’t go the way that it should have gone for you and it’s your fault that it didn’t. You have to-”

I turned around and jumped slightly before I pulled my shirt closed and crossed my legs while standing. I was only in my button up, my black bra and matching lace black boy shorts, and by the look on Harry’s face, he was enjoying his view of my backside while I was bent over.

“Go back in the living room Harold.”

“Stop calling me Harold.” H.’s voice was so soft as the words escaped his beautiful heart shaped lips and when he took a step towards me, my legs disobeyed the signals my brain sent to them to move and allowed him to wrap his arms around me. I don’t want to be angry at him anymore and he knows it.

I looked up at him as he placed an ever gentle hand on my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. He let my face go and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the bed and my legs once again moved to his every beckoning call. Harry sat down on the bed and took off his shirt before he pulled me down on top of him, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before I could open my mouth to dispute his actions.

The simplest touch of Harry’s lips to any part of my skin sends me into a sensory overload and I can barely form words. My throat goes dry and when I speak it sounds like more of a croak coming from the back of my throat.

“Stop Harry. We’re not doing this, it never fixes anything.” As hard as it was for me to say those words I’m glad that I did. I’m sure that if my body could fight my brain it would right now, but this is what’s best. He removes his lips from my neck and the fire that was beginning to spread on my skin is now slowly becoming extinguished when he pulls away from me. I want to be close to him, but there is still a feeling of hurt and betrayal. Not too far off from how he felt I’m sure.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed not in anger but in concentration and I let out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t angry at me for stopping his advances. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he moved his body away from mine entirely and went to lie on the other side of the bed.

“Can I just lay here then? I won’t touch you. I’m sorry.” I nodded my head and lie back down on my respective side of the bed. I turned on the television to drown out the silence that fell between us and soon even that became a background noise as snores escaped from Harry’s lips.

While he slept I moved closer to him and ran a hand through his hair like I’ve done so many times before. He’s been exhausted these past few days and I can tell. The closer the wedding gets, the less hours of sleep comes to him. There is so much pressure on Harry right now and even though that shouldn’t be used as an excuse for his behavior recently, I can’t help but think that it’s part of the reason he’s been so on edge.

When I glanced at the clock it only read seven thirty, but because the sun had gone down at five, it seemed much later in the day. It has been a long one for the both of us and I get through two episodes of a television show called ‘Embarrassing Bodies’ before I find myself drifting off to sleep myself.
I woke up turn off my light and turn up the heat. It felt as if the harsh wind from outside had made its way in my room as night fell and I was freezing...I’m sure it didn’t help that I was on top of the covers instead of under them, but still it was cold. When I rose out of bed Harry was still there and I could feel my heart speed up in my chest. His bare back was facing me and he was curled into the fetal position with the covers haphazardly tossed over his jean clad legs stopping just above his knee. His arms were wrapped around his torso and he was obviously cold himself but too lazy to get out of bed to fix the problem. His hair was a mess as it fanned across the pillow under his head and a sudden urge to touch him came over me.

What will depriving myself of him change? It only makes me want him more. I’m not using sex as a save all, if anything it is only to be close to him. I need to feel him to know that I have him and that he’s mine as much as I know he needs to feel me for the same reasons.

“Harry?” I whispered unsure if I would get an answer as I got back in bed under the covers this time.

“Yes glasses?” He replied with his back still to me.

“How long have you been awake?”

“A couple hours you were moving around a lot in the bed and you kicked me a few times, not sure if it’s because you’re still mad or because you sleep so wild but I’ve been awake.” Harry grinned at his comment trying to avoid telling me why he was really up again, even though I know why. I shook my head at him and his grin vanished as he looked back at me and prepared to sit up in the bed. I put my hand on his chest to push him back down and I could feel his heartbeat drum under my fingertips when I touched him. He longs for a connection as much as I do.

“I need you.” The words left my lips quietly and I was almost ashamed at myself for not being able to go at least one more day without this. A glint appeared in Harry’s eyes before he responded to me.

“I need you more.” He spoke using the same hushed tone as I had only moments ago and for a moment, I saw nothing but raw truth in Harry's eyes before it was replaced and became unable to read as his pupils dilated.

Our eyes locked and I know I can’t hold out anymore. I slowly lowered my face to his never breaking our eye contact and when Harry realized what I was doing, his hand quickly grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down to finally kiss his lips. The kiss was slow and passionate and it had me gasping for air quicker than I expected it to. Harry removed my work shirt slowly off my shoulders while his lips danced over the skin on my neck. He pulled away from me to speak every so often and his words alone could have been my undoing.

“You’re it for me Reagan.”

“Tell me again.”

I sounded desperate, but right now that was something that I desperately needed to hear. It put away the image of him with someone else. Harry unclasped my bra as he switched our positions, with him above me now and I could feel the lace between my legs dampen as his breath fanned across my neck.

“You’re it for me. I don't want anyone else. I will never hurt you intentionally like that again. I love you.”

I grabbed the back of Harry’s head as he rid me of my bra and reached down between us to frantically unbutton and unzip his pants. I pushed the material off of his legs freeing him entirely and then removed my panties to land on the floor with the rest of our clothing.

Harry began to place kisses between my breasts and then slowly and torturously downward, stopping to pay attention to certain spots that caused me to writhe underneath him. He kissed either of my hips and then blew gently against my clit causing my legs to shake and bring my orgasm closer in reach and we haven’t even really started yet. He teased and got closer and closer to where I wanted him to be, kissing my thighs and my pubic bone before he finally allowed his tongue to worship my center, adding more moisture to what was already dripping wet.

“Harry!” I gasped as my first orgasm raked through my body. I lost all control of myself and handed it over to him willingly. When I could finally think consciously, Harry was watching me with his bottom lip between his teeth. A smirk played out on his lips before he pulled me onto his lap in a sitting position on the bed and as I lowered myself onto him I could barely keep my need under wraps. We both groaned at the contact and I began to move immediately, not giving myself time to adjust to him as he stretched my delicate walls. Harry closed his eyes and grabbed my sides while shaking his head and for a moment I thought I hurt him.

“Slow.” He groaned out before lifting his head off my shoulder and opening his eyes, allowing the dark green of his iris to burn my hazel ones.

“Go slow love.” I nodded my head and began to move slower this time, making love instead of fucking, what my body originally intended to do. I interlocked my left hand with his right and continued to draw out the feeling as our panting and moans filled the room. Harry switched our positions one more time and as he thrust and rolled his hips steadily into mine, our lips found each other’s once more in a passionate kiss muffling my moans as they got louder. The muscles in my stomach began to clench and I could barely take the pleasure that expelled through my body as my second orgasm came overpowering me and leaving me weak in its wake. Harry released himself into the condom allowing curses and my name to leave his lips.

He turned us over once more allowing me to rest on his chest as both of our bodies settled down from their high. Harry closed his eyes and breathed out deeply before kissing the top of my head. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we both once again fell asleep

Notes

Hi guys sorry for the late update, but I had to edit and make sure that it was good for you all! How was your Thanksgiving and what did you guys think? Please load me up with comments. I wanted to give a chapter with Harry telling Reagan how he really feels about her and I feel like this is part of it but not everything. Did you guys enjoy this chapter? Be sure to leave me feedback on what you think and continue to vote and subscribe if you're enjoying so far. This chapter definitely reminded me of that Harry gif I put in last chapters notes ahah ;) LOVE YOU ALL SOO MUCH FOR READING!!! Xx