Clarity

That night I had slept peacefully.
By having Harry's arms protectively around me I felt a sense of relaxation, and could melt into a deep stress free sleep. I had many dream's when I was asleep, most good, a few bad, but neither woke me up.
Actually nothing stirred me from my sleep that night. I had finally gotten that good night of sleep I so desparately needed. I was finally woken up though around noon, by two things.
The first matter was someone was banging on some pots like they were trying to rise the dead, a sound I was pretty sure was coming from the music room. The second had been Ireland whining and trying to get off the bed but he didn't know how.
Even though I didn't want to leave my cocoon made of blankets, I recluently sat up and rubbed my eyes to adjust to the bright room, light pouring through the window in thick rays that had dust particles soaring in them.
Harry's side of the bed was empty when I reached over to wake him up, meaning he had probably gone to the school.
A thought that immediately made me feel sick.
I wasn't prepared to go to school today, there was no way I could face those kids after what had happened. There was no way I could find the courage to approach Shailene. And there was absolutely no way I could hold my tongue back with Carson.
About to let my mind drift into the possiblities of what my old best friend could do now that Harry had struck him, I quickly pushed the thoughts away, and threw back my blankets.
"C'mon puppy." I sighed, reaching over and scooping up Ireland before he fell off the bed, and I stood up stroking his head. He really was a cute thing. I never would forget the beauty of the thing Harry did for me that day.
Speaking of Harry I was now in a state of confusion to what his current disposition was towards me. Considering the events last night I was pretty sure he wasn't mad anymore, but he had been drunk.
He had no control over his tongue and actions meaning last night's little cuddle session might've been a perk rather then us going back to normal.
When I stepped out of the guestroom and into the hall the sound of the drums increased, and I could hear Harry screaming some kind of punk song at the top of his lungs, which contridicted my he went to school assumption.
"Go find Maddie." I said to Ireland, placing him down and he scampered off down the hall. I wasn't worried about him getting hurt, because Maddie had informed me yesterday when I was talking to my sisters that she had puppy proof the house, and that Ireland could climb the stairs.
Biting my lip I began to walk down the hall in the direction of the music room, hoping Harry was just taking a day off, and had not been fired.
By the time I had gotten to the door of the music room Harry's voice became a bit clearer and I could make out the lyrics he was singing while banging on what I guess was a drum.
"We scream! We shout! We are the fallen angels!" Shaking my head at him while a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I gripped the door knob and knocked on the door as I pushed it open.
"Hellooo..?" I called out, and immediately upon me walking into the music room, and shutting the door behind me Harry stopped playing what was indeed the drums.
"I knew that would wake you up." He said with a cheeky smile, putting the drum sticks down as he turned his full attention towards me. At the moment Harry's attire was a bandana wrapped around his messy curls, no shirt, and pj pants which he must've pulled over his boxers.
Gosh he looked breath taking, I needed to steal a kiss from him.
"Yeah that certainly did the trick." I laughed softly, brushing a hand through my distraut hair to fix it, and Harry stood up whilst fixing his bandana.
"Good, because you've got to hear this! I spent all morning on it!" He exclaims, an excited smile replacing the cheeky one as he walked over to the piano and sat down on the bench. He was such a cutie.
"Okay, buuuuut.." I said, drawling out the last letter as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could hug him from behind. "Buuuut?" He asked, looking up at me with a grin, and I couldn't help but smile back as my heart fluttered.
He was so incrediably handsome when he smiled.
No one can smile like my Harry.
"Can you kiss me first?" I asked softly, a sincere look passing over my features as I bit my lip. It had been nearly fourty-eight hours since we last locked lips, and I was getting a Harry with-drawl. Also I felt like a kiss would assure me he was going to forgive me.
"If that is what you request Mr. Tomlinson." He whispered, those cereal bowl dimples peeping out as he grabbed my face then pressed his lips to mine in a passionate fashion with little to no hesitation.
Instantly upon feeling the plump satin skin of his lips lock with mine I felt any lingering stress, anger, and fear melt away as I rested my hands on his chest and kissed him back tenderly but passionately.
We only kissed for about a minute though, because Harry was evidently excited about his song, and eager to get on with it. "I love you." He said sweetly, pulling back slowly and my body burst into a flurry of relieved emotion as I smiled so wide my nose scrunched up and eyes crinkled.
"I love you so much more." I breathed, feeling my heart pounding it's imprint on my rib cage as I kissed the tip of his nose then his forehead, and he giggled. "I really hope you like this one." He sighed, contentment in his voice as he batted my face away and sat up straight.
"I love anything and everything you do. You have no flaws." I assured, letting my arms hang loosely around his neck as I rested my chin on his head.
"Oh, sweet and sassy." He teased, kissing my arm before taking a deep breath. "Here we go." He said, sucking in another deep breath prior to begining to sing.
"Your hands,
My hands,
Tied up like two ships,
Those lyrics made me think of how Harry would always hold my hand tightly, and protectively in his sweet; dominent way.
Drifting,
Weightless,
Waves try to break it,
I'd do anything to save it,
why is it so hard to say it,
I think in those surprisingly brilliant lyrics, the waves were everyone that was against us, and were trying to break our love, but Harry wanted to protect it.
My heart,
Your heart,
Sit tight like book ends,
That phrase made me think of how strong the emotion in our hearts were for each other.
Pages,
Between us,
Written with no end,
So many words we're not saying,
Don't want to wait til it's gone,
You make me strong,
The pages part where it was said with no end made me believe he was using a literate term to say our love had no end, and there were many pages to fill. As for the strong part he was defiantely referring to him being depressed. What else could he be referring to?
I'm sorry if I say "I need you.",
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love,
Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong,
Is that so wrong,
That you make me strong,
At that I couldn't help but smile down at him as his fingertips moved over the piano keys briskly. That whole phrase there was indeed in referance to his depression, and the fact that he wasn't afraid to be in love, just afraid of the pain heartbreak could cause.
Think of,
How much,
Love that's been wasted,
When I heard those lyrics I wondered if he was referring to all those relationships he had that went wrong. Or he could be saying that so many people wasted their oppertunity to be in love.
People always trying to escape it,
Move on to stop their heart breaking,
But there's nothing I'm running from,
You make me strong,
That made me think about the time Harry had told me he was afraid to fall in love with me, but he didn't run. Neither of us did.
I'm sorry if I say "I need you.",
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love,
Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong,
Is that so wrong,
That you make me strong,
So, baby, hold onto my heart,
oh,
oh,
Need you to keep me from falling apart,
I'll always hold on because you make me strong,
Back to referance of his depression.
I'm sorry if I say "I need you.",
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love,
Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong,
Is that so wrong,
That you make me strong,
I'm sorry if I say "I need you.",
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love,
Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong,
Is that so wrong,
That you make me strong,
I'm sorry if I say "I need you.",
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love,
Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong,
Is that so wrong,
That you make me strong."
By the time Harry had played the last chord I felt a bit breathless as my heart started up again, and the smile was never dying on my face.
"That was beautiful Harry, so beautiful." I breathed, burying my face into his hair. I loved how angelic his voice was. It was thick, raspy, and deep. One of the most perfect voices I had ever heard. He truely had talent I wished I could obtain.
"You make me stronger, then weak with out you." He sighed, a smile appearing on his face as he looked up at me with an expression of adoration.
I loved it when he looked at me like that.
"I can't wait for tomorrow, it's a very big day." He then said after we stared at each other for a moment, and I kissed his forehead. "A big day sweetheart?" I asked, wondering if there was a holiday coming up I didn't know about, or if there was an event planned I didn't remember.
"Very. I can't wait!" He exclaimed, pecking my lips, and I laughed as I nipped the tip of his nose. I hope it wasn't hurting his neck to look back at me like this. "But what's going to happen?" I asked, tightening my grip around him, and he giggled.
"Secret." He said, and I pouted. "But why..?" I whined, and he shook his head at me with a smile as he rested his hands over my wrists that were laying on his chest.
"Because your not suppose to know! But don't worry, you'll see tomorrow night." He promised, and I gave a long over dramatic sigh as I kissed the bridge of his nose.
"Fine, but it better be good." I grumbled, a bit frustrated he wouldn't tell me, but in a way was kind of glad he didn't because it gave me something to be excited about.
At that Harry then bit his lip as a serious look appeared on his face and he looked back ahead which gave me the oppertunity to rest my chin on his head. "It will. I hope." He whispered, and I frowned a bit but made no comment, and decided not to ponder on it.
"So are we going to school today?" I sighed, inhaling the green apple sent of his hair. "Next Monday we will." Harry said with the shake of his head as he gently pushed me off, then stood up prior to wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me into his chest.
"Are going to go tomorrow?" I asked, relieved we weren't going today, and he shook his head as I nuzzled my face into his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"No. Monday we will. We have a four day weekend. The school called me this morning and they wanted to hear my side of the poster story before deciding what to do." He sighed, his voice becoming a bit shakey, and I frowned as I looked up at him.
"Are they going to fire you? Or expell me?" I asked, and he shrugged. "I doubt they'll expell you, but there's a fifty fifty chance I might get fired." He admitted, and I nodded. "Well I-" I started, but was cut off when Harry's phone began to buzz on the top of the piano.
I don't even remember seeing that there.
"Hold on. That might be importent." He said, pecking my lips then pulling away to check the caller I.D. "I was right, it's importent." He said, a smile appearing on his face as he answered it and I stood there quietly.
"Hey girl, let me step out for a moment." He said in a diva voice, and I laughed as he stepped out of the music room leaving me alone.
For a moment I had considered spying on him, but seeing the piano seat was vacant.
Licking my lips I walked over and slipped onto the well polished bench prior to opening the lid of the piano, an action that revealed beautiful white keys. The piano back at the hotel had been swell, but this one was ten times elegent.
That was probably because Harry had ten times the money the hotel did.
"So tomorrow? It's very importent it happens tomorrow!" I heard Harry shout excitedly from outside the door, and I cocked an eyebrow as began to play 'Look After You' on the piano. The song sounded twice as good this time, because I was a bit more familiar with the melody.
For the next couple of minutes I sat there peacefully playing the chords to my one and only song, tid bits of Harry's conversation with whoever the importent person was from the otherside of the door.
Yet by the time I was playing the second chord, still peaceful, Harry came trotting into the room still on the phone and he stood behind me so he could kiss the back of my neck while the person talked to him on the phone.
"Stop it." I whined, giggling and he smiled against my skin as he nodded. "Yeah same color..okay..thanks Ash! Alright..I love you to! Bye." And with that Harry then hung up his phone and reached over my head to put it back on the piano as I stopped playing.
"Who was that?" I asked, twisting around to face Harry.
"A girl named Ashlin." He informed, bending down to pepper kisses over my throat, and I draped my arms around his neck. "Family?" I asked, though I never recalled Harry telling me about any Ashlin.
"No." Harry mumbled, kissing my forehead before slipping his hands under my thighs and picking me up. "Then who?" I inquired sweetly, resting my forehead against his as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my fingers in his hair.
Harry smiled sweetly at my gestured and squeezed the underside of my thighs as he walked out of the music room, and down the hall. "A freind." He simply said, and I nodded as I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
"I'm assuming she know's what's to come, tomorrow night?" I asked, enjoying greatly being held by Harry. "She's helping with some stuff that goes with the event tomorrow, so yes." He chuckled, and I nodded.
"Makes sense." I mumbled into his shoulder. Now I was begining to become curious to what this event may be. Harry was then quiet as he walked the rest of the way downstairs, and went into the empty kitchen.
Maddie must be out and about. Once we were in the kitchen Harry walked over to the island and placed me down on my bum; prior to him resting his hands on either side of me.
"I love you Mr. Tomlinson." He said, and I smiled softly as I latched my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me while grabbing the collar of his shirt to play with it. "I love you to Mr. Styles!" I announced, pecking his lips, then kissing his nose.
I was so happy that everything seemed to be okay between me and Harry now.
He didn't seem mad in the slightest and that made me more relieved then words can say.
At that thought I bit my lip hard. Now would be the ideal time to appoligize to my love about the earlier events that had ruined his day, and made him cut.
"I'm sorry." I then breathed, my smiling fading into a look of shame as I looked down, and Harry cocked his head curiously as he raised my chin up to look at him. "For what Little Lou?" He asked, and I bit both my bottom and top lip.
"For what happened with Gemma; that deal should've never been made. I wasn't thinking properly, and by the time I did it was to late. You knew. I only did it because I thought I could keep you safe, and we really didn't do anything." I said quickly, getting so choked up at the end I had to clear my throat a few times to force away the lump.
For a long while Harry was quiet. He stared at me with those intense eyes of his as he tapped his fingers on the counter and took steady breaths.
Finally my suspence was cut short when he sighed. "Louis, forget about it. Appoligy excepted." He said, pecking my lips then pulling away to walk over to the fridge. Well that was easier then I had expected.
"Maddie, mum, and Gemma are all out today. They usually go out during school hours to avoid traffic." Harry informed, shoving glass bottles around in the fridge. I said nothing in response to that, relieved it seemed as if our earlier issue would be forgotten now.
My eyes then drifted over his exposed torso, seeing the faint remaint's of a fading scar, and I sighed. "I wish I could kiss each one, and make it go away." I said quietly, and Harry glanced over at me before pulling two cases of beer out of the fridge.
"I know baby. I wish you could to, but it's the emotional scars that hurt worse." He said, walking back over to the counter and placing the cases of beer next to me; prior to hoping on the counter next to me.
"But I want to erase all scars." I point out, grabbing a beer from one of the cases and popping off the cap. Not my ideal breakfest but it would do. "I'm sure you'll find a way." He said, grabbing a beer bottle as well, and tearing off the cap before guzzling it like a pro. I can't do it like that. I can do shots, but not beer.
"I'll find a way kitty." I said, the nickname popping instantly into my head, but it didn't feel right. Harry reminded me of a beautiful, innocent cat, but kitty didn't suit him. I hadn't found the perfect nickname yet.
At that Harry grinned, taking another draw of his beer and wiping off his mouth. "Okay Lou Lou." At that I giggled, leaning into him, and he wrapped an arm around me. "Okay Harreh." I said playfully, and tickled his side.
"Ashlin calls me dimples." He then informed, and I snickered. "They looked more like cereal bowls." I teased, kissing the one closest to me, and Harry scoffed as he took another sip of his beer. "True, but they look very sexy." He protested, and I smirked as I shook my head.
"No, but you do look dorky." I informed, grabbing his beer and taking a sip of it which led him to smacking me over the head as he stole it back.
"I'm a sexy dork though." He huffed, fighting the smile that he was trying to hide in the opening of his beer bottle. "No just dorky." I said, laying back, and propping myself up on my elbows. Harry said nothing to that, he only kissed my cheek.
-
An hour later Harry was on his what I believed to be tenth beer, and was completely wasted.
I had stopped somewhere around my second beer, because I couldn't handle to much alcohal on an empty stomach, and made myself some breakfest because I was starved.
Now at the moment Harry was laying on the island, giggling like crazy as he tried to drink his beer with out spilling it all over himself, and I was standing next to his head, combing my fingers through his hair while I watched him in amusement.
"I like smurfs, their a pretty color." Harry slurred pumping his fist, and I laughed.
"I think your drunk. How about we stop drinking now before you make yourself sick?" I suggested, reaching over with expectations to grab the beer from his hand, but he reacted on a quick reflex and grabbed my wrist with a firm grip.
Not enough to hurt of course, but enough to surprise me.
"Oh my gosh Louis! I wrote this song, you should hear it!" He gasped, looking up at me with an innocent smile as he tilted the beer back and drank the last drops of it. ''I know! You sang it earlier, now lemme go." I whined, and he did as he stood up on the counter.
"No it's a new one." He said looking down at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" I asked, crossing my arms and he nodded as he started bouncing up and down and screaming song lyrics at the top of his longs, that might've been part of a nice song if he wasn't drunk.
"MY MOMMA TOLD ME I SHOULD GO AND GET SOME THEROPY, I ASKED THE DOCTOR IF SHE COULD FIND WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, I DON'T KNOW WHY I WANT TO BE WITH EVERY GUY I MEET, I CAN'T CONTROL IT, KNOW IT'S TAKING OVER ME! I'M GOING CRAZY, YEAH GOING CRAZY, SHE TOLD ME JUST WHAT I SHOULD DO! SHE SAID HEY! IT'S ALRIGHT! DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE! DON'T LOOK BACK, LIVE YOUR LIFE, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY TONIGHT! SHE SAID HEY! IT'S ALRIGHT AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU FEEL ALIVE!"
Harry then paused to jump off the counter, landing right in front of me, and he grabbed my belt loops before holding me up against him with a smirk. An action that made my breath hitch, but I didn't protest.
"Went to a party after the doctor talked to me, I met a boy and took him out onto the balcony."
At those lyrics he rolled his hips into mine, and I felt my fingers curl around his biceps as I gripped the material of his shirt.
He then leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear in a seductive fashion.
"I leaned in real close, and whispered something in his ear I can't repeat, he said okay but was worried what his friends would think, he's going crazy, crazy. He asked me what he should do."
Harry then let go, and began to bounce around the kitchen smirking, as I laughed.
"I SAID HEY IT'S ALRIGHT! DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE, DON'T LOOK BACK JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY FOR TONIGHT! I SAID HEY! IT'S ALRIGHT, DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE!"
At the end of those lyrics his gaze then snapped back to me, his eyes a dark lustful green as he closed the few steps of distance he made between us, and my belt loops were grabbed once more.
"We gotta live, we get older, do what we like cause we got nothing to lose, he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders."
His sneaky little index fingers then wiggled into my belt loops, pinning me in place.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Next my cheeky boyfriend pushed me up against the wall, and pinned my wrists firmly above my head, making me officially trapped because I was inbetween the counter, and fridge with him in front.
"I said hey! It's alright, does it make you feel alive, don't look back, just live your life even if it's only tonight, I said hey! It's alright, if it makes you feel alive! Only if it makes you feel alive!"
Harry's song finally then came to end and he began to roll his hips into mine roughly as I moaned involuntarily and looked up at him. "I like it!" I breathed, but he said nothing in response as he latched his lips onto my neck and I titled my head to the side on instinct.
"Harry..." I whimpered softly, trying to pull my wrists free, but he tightened my grip. I had a feeling this was going to lead up to sex, and I confess I was a bit afraid to have sex with Harry when he was drunk.
Even though he was a nice drunk.
As that thought passed by Harry began to leave loves bites followed my kisses over every exposed piece of skin on my neck. Everytime he sunk his teeth into my skin, and sucked I couldn't contain a small sound that indicated a reation.
While he attack my neck, leaving his mark, he grinded harshly into me, and I could feel myself growing hard as I grinded back and let small moans escape my lips. "I want to pound into that little body of yours." Harry growled, releasing my throbbing wrists, and grabbing my waist equally tight.
"And what if I deny?" I asked, taking deep breaths as I slipped my hands over his.
"I'll make Bad Boy Styles come out." He whispered in my ear, placing a kiss on it, before pulling back to look at me. His eyes had become nearly black, and his pupils were dilated. It was sort a cool in a way, but sent chills down my spine.
"Well even with that being said I decline." I said, laughing at my own cheekiness, but Harry didn't seem amuse. For a brief moment I thought he was going to fire back an insult, or some kind of smart saying, but instead he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder as he pursed his lips.
"Harry!" I exclaimed, surprised at how swift his actions had been, and I couldn't help but struggle in his grip as he carried me out of the kitchen, and into the living room.
"I don't except disobedience in this house Mr. Tomlinson!" He informed, tossing me onto the couch, and I let out a small yelp of surprise as my back hit the couch.
"But you tend to forget I'm sassy and independent." I said in my defense, looking up at him and he growled as he climbed ontop of me, restraining my waist in a straddle, and he gripped my hair prior to tilting my head back.
I wasn't sure if I should lable that move as abuse or Harry being a kinky prick.
I wasn't nervous of him though, even with his current actions, because I could tell he was just turned on not in some kind of rage. If he had thrown me on a couch, then tugged my head back during a fight I'd be afraid.
"Why do you disobey?" He asked, his voice soft, but threatening. "Because your not my master silly." I informed, poking him lightly in the side, and he released my hair from his slender fingers.
"Stay. There." He said, his voice still soft, but firm as he slid off me then disappeared back into the kitchen. Okay fine, I admit, I was a bit nervous now. I could tell this was leading up to rough sex, but I was scared it would be to rough considering he was drunk.
Biting my lip harshly, I sat up in a crossed legged position in the moment of Harry coming back, running his fingers over the bandana he had pulled from his hair about half an hour ago.
"Good boy." He said, appearing to be pleased I had remained on the couch, and he walked over to me with a smirk. "Come to me." He ordered once he had stopped in front of me, and I timidly rose to my feet.
He then took the bandana and tied around my mouth like a gag before I could protest. Immediately once his fingers moved away, I reached up to pull it off because I didn't like it, but he batted my hands away from it.
"Don't." He warned, then grabbing the fabric of my t-shirt, and tearing the thing clean off my torso with out a problem. "Harry!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled from the gag, a gag I was fighting the temptation to pull off.
"Shh." He shushed, pressing a finger to my lips as he glided his tongue over his lips.
"Make a sound and I'll shove a vibrator up your bum all night, maybe even make you sleep that way." He informed, a smirk appearing on his features as goosebumps began to rise on my skin.
He then got down on his knee's, and pulled down my jeans swiftly before throwing them over his head. Whilst he did that I was quickly thinking of ways to contain sounds of pleasure, because if Harry stayed drunk for as long as this sounded like it was going to take, I was going to have a long night.
"Such a pretty boy." Harry coaxed, grabbing the waistband of my boxers with his teeth, and pulling them down prior to helping me step out of them.
After he had tossed those aside as well he rose to his feet and quickly stripped out of his pj bottoms, and boxers, seeming eager to get on with this was my eyes snaked over his flawless body in awe.
At that I couldn't help but groan, and Harry narrowed his eyes at me as he kicked the clothes off his ankles.
Once he had removed the remainder of his clothing, he walked back over to me and stared me dead in the eye as he grabbed my bare length and began to pump it fast. At that I reacted by gripping Harry's upper arms and moaning into the gag because his warm fingers brought an amazing feeling to my now burning body.
"Shut up!" He growled, smacking my thigh gently before taking two of those fingers and thrusting them into me with out warning. He then created a rhythm. Thrusting both fingers in and out of me hard, and pumping my length when he gave his fingers a break.
Through out the whole rhythm my body convlused and I dug my nails into Harry's biceps while I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood, being oh so desparate to contain my cries.
I do believe Harry noticed my discomfort which made him smirk as he increased the power, and speed of his movements, while staring at me with dark longing irisis'.
At the sight of his hungry eyes I couldn't take it anymore, I let the chorus of moans escape my lips as my eyes screwed shut and Harry chuckled.
"Your a bad boy Tomlinson." He purred, then pressing his lips to my ear. "Rock your hips." He whispered, his voice thick, and I nodded as I began to rock my hips which only increased my pleasure.
In that moment I had to try hard to keep my balance on my shakey legs for fear they would give out and I would collapse. Somewhere along his pleasure making Harry must've noticed I was having trouble standing up, because he wrapped an arm around my waist and began to suck on my collar bone while only stroking me now.
I didn't stop moving my lower half though, but I did lean into Harry with my upper half as my breathing deepened. "Close.." I whimpered into the gag, my body tensing and untensing.
I hadn't been expecting Harry to catch the word, but he did, and he immediately stopped as he kissed my cheek.
"Bend over the couch." He said, kissing each of his fingers he had used to stroke me, and I nodded as I walked over with out protest. I would've argued with his request, but I could tell that would only waste my breath.
Wiping a thin sheet of sweat of my brow; I leaned over the arm rest of the couch, and gripped one of the couch pillows with my trembling fingers. Once I had gotten into the position Harry requested, he walked behind me and grabbed my hips in a tight hold.
"Very good." He whispered, pressing his cool lips to my spine, an action that made my goosebumps increase, and a whimper leave my lips. Upon hearing that, Harry then thrust himself completely in with no warning, and no mercy.
As the painful pleasure rippled through me, I let out a cry, and dug my nails into the couch pillow as my body jerked foreward.
Harry though moaned, obviously enjoying the sensation it had given him as he began to pull my body backwards and then push it forward so my bum was slamming onto him then away from him.
The pain was almost unbearable, and raw being the fact there was no lube involved, but the type of pleasure his rough actions gave me made up for it.
Repeatedly Harry pulled my body back and forth onto himself as he left little love bites over my back, sending vibrations across my skin from his moans.
I couldn't help but then tremble from my body being thrusted back and forth so many times, and it felt as if Harry was hitting my spine with that willy of his.
I could already feel my fading orgasm began to build back up again as his actions only increased, and soon our moans and groans were bouncing off the walls of the empty living room. Wouldn't right now be a wonderful time for Gemma to show up, or one of the other girls.
"Harry.." I then breathed into the gag, trying to instinctively pull away as I finally felt the end of my orgasm building. "M-Me to.." Harry panted, only making his actions harder, and less merciless which made him hit my prostate so hard it made me breathless.
Luckily for my now exhausted body, and the poor couch, Harry's rough actions were cut short when he let out a loud moan, and my lower half was filled with his warm a cum. I then screamed, trying to muffle it with the couch pillow as I came as well, his warmth pushing me over the edge.
After we both had cummed, Harry quickly pulled out, making me gasp in pain prior to him collapsing on the couch. Once had situated himself on the couch in a sitting position, I found enought breath to stand up somewhat straight, and pull off the gag.
"That was horrid! Felt good, but horrid!" I gasped, sucking in deep breaths, and Harry laughed as he leaned over the armrest, grabbed me, and pulled me into his lap so he could hug me tightly as he kissed my head.
"I'm not done yet Mr. Tomlinson." He informed, giving me a lazy smirk, and I groaned as I laid my head on his shoulder. "You can't be serious!" I shouted, knowing my body couldn't handle anymore today.
"You made a sound. Now you get to meet Mr. Vibrator." He said, and my jaw dropped while I looked up at him. "That's not fair! You made it impossible to restrain myself!" I whined, thumping his chest.
At that Harry chuckled, rising to his feet as he held me in his arms bridal style, and began to walk up the stairs.
"Don't worry. It'll be just like the plug, only I'll be relaxing while you cry all night long." Harry teased, and I let out a grunt of disaproval as I buried my face into his chest and kissed it prior to Harry kissing my head.
"I love you." He whispered, then kissing my nose as he walked into the room. "The you go Loubear, nice and cozy." He cooed, walking over, and laying me down on his bed.
Immediately when he put me down I latched my arms around his neck, and forced him down to my side so I could wrap my arms and legs around him.
Maybe if I started cuddling him he'd forget my little punishment, and we could go to bed. Harry did love cuddles, they seemed to be his weakness. "Baby you gotta let me get up!" Harry whined, kissing my forehead, and I shook my head.
"Whyyyy..?" I whined, pulling him closer, and nuzzling my face into his bed of hair. "Cause I need to get up." He said, tickling my side and I couldn't help but squeal as I pushed him away.
"Fine." I huffed, seeing there was no point in wasting my breath with this cuddle thing. Upon me releasing him, Harry then slid off the bed and walked over to his closet while I pulled the covers over my head.
For a few moments I remained nestled under there, listening to Harry shuffle around his closet. After a bit I decided to peek my head out and see what he was up to. "Whatcha doing?" I asked, and he stepped out with a smirk as he held up the all to familiar vibrator.
"C'mere baby." He coaxed, his voice growing deep again, and my eyes widdened as I pulled the blankets back over my head. "No." I said, curling into a tight ball beneath the blankets. "Louis." He said firmly.
"C'mere or I'll come over there." He warned, and I swear I could almost hear him raise his eyebrows.
"I don't wanna." I said beneath the blankets, fluttering my eyes shut and he groaned. "You are such a child at times!" He exclaimed, walking over to the bed, and tearing the blankets off me before I had a chance to get a grip on them, and he grabbed my hips prior to flipping me over on my stomach.
At that I let out a shout of surprise whilst my heartbeat increased. "Now I'm cold." I whined, feeling the goosebumps reappear on my skin, and Harry chuckled as his skimmed his fingertips over the curve of my backside.
"I'm going to take a little nap now, so don't scream to loud." He said, then parting my cheeks as I heard him switch the vibrator on, and it was shoved into me quickly.
Immediately upon the device filling my bum hole with it's high setting of vibration; I gasped and gripped the sheets tightly as my body began to burn.
"N-No..f-fair.." I choked out, feeling the bed dip on my side as Harry climbed on and pulled the covers over his head in the moment of me moaning. "Try not to get anything in my hair. Oh, and next time you'll listen to me." He said cheekily peeking out at me as I began to move my hips while sharp moans left my lips.
I was already to sensitive from him screwing me roughly, this was to much so shortly after. "To..much.." I heaved, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping the sheets. Harry ignored me though, only digging his face into the pillow.
"Harry..please.." I pleaded, moaning against as I continued to move my hips, and my stomached clenched. "No baby." He mumbled into the fabric of his pillow, looking at me with a drowsy smile. I was going to smack it off his face if he didn't stop this right now.
Instead of saying those words though, I reached back to pull it out as another cry left my lips, but Harry pushed my shaking hand away.
"Louis I will spank you if you try and pull it out. When you come tell me, and I pull it out. I'm going to have to let you sleep well tonight for our big day tomorrow." He said, biting his lip as I swatted at him and my body began to tremble.
Harry then laid back down, watching me with a smirk as I twisted the sheets around me, gasping for air as I felt every inch of my body burn. "P-Please.." I begged, feeling as if my body was going to cave in from the pleasure.
"Come for me and I'll take it out." Harry assured, leaning over and kissing my sweat soaked temple and I nodded. My eyes were then squeezed shut tight, my toes curled, and body began screaming.
"Oh gosh.." I choked out before releasing my second orgasm that evening, and I collasped on the bed as Harry finally pulled the bloody thing out and tossed it over his head. "Sleep. You have a long day tomorrow." He sighed, and I nodded as I curled my body into a ball.
I wanted to cuddle up to him, but couldn't find enough strength to do it. Harry looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head as he scooted over to me.
"I'm sorry that I worked your body hard." He appoligized, kissing my forehead then wrapping his arms around me so he could pull me close prior to pulling the blanket over us to defend our bare skin from the cold.
At that I sighed softly as I wrapped my arms around his bare torso. "I love you." I said quietly, a small smile on my lips. I was so going to get him back for this.
"I love you to baby." He whispered in response, running his fingertips up and down my back as my his eyes fluttered shut, and my smile grew as I closed mine as well.
Once mine had been closed and I was cloaked in darkness, I began to massage Harry's lower back with my thumb, starting to hum Strong as I became drowsy. Upon hearing me hum his tune, Harry tug his face into my shoulder, and I tightened my grip on him in a protective stance.
Things were finally back to normal, and even though my bum hurt; I loved it.

Notes