“How about Kaylee? Or Renee?” suggest Niall as he spreads jam on a piece of toast. Me and the boys are all gathered around the table, going through baby names.

“Could be a boy” Harry reminds Niall, resting his hand over my still-flat stomach. Niall pouts and sits heavily at one of the stools by the counter.

“I want it to be a little girl.” he grumbles and I giggle at his stubbornness. It has been over a week since we released the video, and everyone is so much happier. The fans have overall been much nicer to me and to each other. I’ve even seen them look out for each other on social media and defend their fellow directioners. Even El and Perrie are getting less hate.

“Come on Niall, I don’t want to start thinking about names yet” I groan, and Harry chuckles beside me. “Oh my mom is going to have plenty suggestions for you today darlin’”.

Harry’s mom is coming for a visit later today, and all of the boys are excited for it. I’m a little nervous to meet Anne, but from what i’ve heard she’s really nice and has been dying to meet me in person.

After wolfing down a hurried breakfast, Louis jumps up from the table and rushes to deal with his dirty dishes. “I’m going to have a game of football before Anne comes, anyone want to join?”

Niall is up in an instant. “I’m in!” He mumbles through his mouthful of toast as he goes to grab his sneakers. Zayn and Liam have already decided to go do a recording session, so Louis looks at Harry, raising his eyebrows in question.

“You gonna join us Haz?” I can see Harry’s hesitation as he looks down at me.

“You should go Harry, you need to get some energy out.” I urge. He needs to go out and just have some fun with his mates, but at my words a mischievous grin spreads across Harry’s cheeks and he announces that he will not be going with Niall and Louis. He leans in to whisper something in my ear as they leave the room and as they go I catch a fleeting glimpse of something like jealousy in Louis’ eyes.

“I know a few other ways to get my energy out,” he murmurs in my ear. At his words my pulse instantly picks up, and suddenly our closeness is much more intimate. His lips gently find mine, and within moments my fingers are tangled in his messy curls, granting him permission to go further. I can’t help but smile through the kiss. I’ve been teasing Harry a little bit for the past few days, and we haven’t done anything for over a week. I guess my teasing has been getting to him.

Harry lets out a low groan as I tug lightly on his curls, and he pulls me into his arms, carrying me to the living room so we can continue our little make out session. Setting me down on the couch, Harry sits and I crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Harry’s hands roam up and down my body slowly, his touch tantalizing to my skin.

One of his hands makes its way up and under my bra, cupping my breast in his large hand.

“Harry..” I warn. I dont want to do this here. One of the others could walk in on us.

“Shh, Sam. They’re all out of the house right now. Don’t worry about it.” He murmurs as he plants tiny kisses down my neck. I whimper as he sucks lightly on my earlobe, and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips down on his slight bulge. The friction makes us both draw a breath at the same time, and Harry stares at me with an intense look of lust on his face. His slight smile quickly turns to a grimace when I grind down on him again, and he takes my hands, guiding them to his crotch.

“Help me out, please darlin’.” He breathes, wanting me to ease the pain of his erection. Instead of fulfilling his wish, I lean in to his ear, nibbling lightly on the skin before whispering seductively,

“Maybe you shouldn't wear such tight pants then Styles” and I grind down hard over his crotch once more. Harry’s mood changes in an instant, and I know the fun and games are over. He lifts me from his lap, roughly setting me next to him on the couch as he swiftly undoes his pants and pulls them off. His bulge strains through the fabric of his black briefs as he hovers over me. He leans down, and my jeans are off in an instant, leaving us both in just our shirts and underwear. Slowly he takes each of my hands, bringing them above my head as he climbs up over me.

This time it is Harry who grinds his hips down, forcing our crotches together. I close my eyes in ecstasy as his hard on rubs against my clit.

“That’s it babe” Harry groans as he continues to grind down on me. His pace quickens, and pretty soon we are both panting hard. I try to shift my weight a little so I can get him to hit me at a new angle, but theres not enough room on the small couch. We end up falling to the floor in a tangled mess. I start giggling but Harry doesn’t skip a beat in his rhythm, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.

I moan his name and start rotating my hips up against his hard, clothed erection, our bodies moving in sync as we pant with exertion. We’re the closest we could possibly be to having sex without him actually penetrating me.

The pleasure intensifies with each of Harry’s strokes, and he starts switching between hard, slow ones and short fast ones. “Harry!” I whine, wanting release from all the pressure that has built up. He silences me by pressing his lips to mine gently, then shifting his weight onto one arm as the other finds my hip, steadying me in my rhythm against him.

This new angle causes him to curse lightly under his breath, and his head drops to my shoulder in pleasure. “Ugh Samantha,” he groans, softly sucking on the delicate skin over my collarbone.

“Oh, oh Sam!” His thrusts become irregular against mine and I know he’s not going to last much longer. He lifts his head and our lips brush against each other as we pant, his cheeks flushed with exertion. He holds my gaze for the last few thrusts, his bright eyes finally rolling shut as his body convulses and he comes hard into his briefs.

The moan that he gives off as he comes down from his high almost pushes me over the edge, but I know i’m not going to be able to find release without a little more help from him. He stops grinding on me for a few moments as he regains his composure, and when I whine and push my hips back up, trying to find release myself, he winces a little as I make contact with his already overstimulated member.

I whine again, and this time Harry has recovered enough to help me out. He expertly rolls his hips against me, hitting me at the perfect angle repeatedly. Within moments I am softly crying out his name as I come undone below him.

After I get my breathing somewhat under control, I bring my legs up and wrap them around his torso. We stare into each others eyes for a few moments as he hovers above me, just smiling in wake of what we just shared together. I study his imploring eyes and his chiseled features, noticing the mist of sweat now glistening on his brow.

We are broken out of our trance by the banging of the screen door as someone enters the house.

“Harrry?” a voice calls out

Shit

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