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Falling Hard

Longing

Harry and the guys have been away this week, they are doing more press duty for their upcoming tour. He calls me every day and sends an text between every interview. He's being a little too suffocating, but I kind of like it. It gives me hope. He compliments me all the time, probably giving me a little too much confidence. But the things he says makes my heart beat harder and my longing for him even stronger. Hearing his voice every night before bed, his raspy deep voice and that beautiful british accent, it makes me smile for hours. It even makes me dream about him, all the time. I've had such vivid dreams that I'm confused when I wake up, not sure if it were real or not.

I woke up one morning, it was on a saturday and I'd had such a hot dream. It was of course of him and his sexy body intertwined with mine. I woke up just when things were getting good and hated myself for waking, I wanted to keep this dream going. I felt hot and sweaty, feeling my T-shirt clinging to my body under the duvet. My body was restless and longing, to be frank – I was horny. It had been a while since we had sex the last time and I missed it. I knew we had said that we should take things slow, that meant no sleeping together, but right now... if he were hear, I would jump him. No questions asked.

I missed all of him, his soft lips, his arms around me when I slept, his nose running along my neck ending under my ear, his fingers in my hair, his lovely chest, his hands on my body. Wow. I needed a cold shower.

It wasn't long before I would meet him though, they were coming home today. But the big question was if I would be able to keep my hands off of him. I wanted to take things slow with us, to be sure that he wanted this, be sure that my heart was safe and to be certain that it was the right thing to do. I knew how I felt about him, I was in love with him – all of him. But that didn't mean that it was the right thing for either of us. Though my body wanted him and even my heart, my head was questioning it a little. With reason. It hadn't really gone smooth with us two.

I was folding some clothes that I'd washed last night, when the I heard a knock on the door. Wonder who that could be? Was probably my next door neighbor who needed to borrow something again, he did that a lot. He was a nice guy, but I was starting to wonder if he ever went grocery shopping or if he just knocked doors for everything he needed, taking advantage of all the decent neighbor he had.

I opened the door with no expectation, thinking about what kind of food I did have at home. My heart stopped beating as my eyes landed on the hottest bed eyes I ever seen, green with a spark of something secret. Before my heart had started pounding again, my body reacted and I threw myself at this amazing, sexy body in front of me. Forcing my lips on his, which was surprised but quickly grasped the situation and started kissing me back. He pushed me inside the apartment and kicked the door close, he had his strong arms around my core, holding me tight. I rejoiced over the softness of his lips, the taste of his tongue and his smooth hair under my fingers.

As we inched away from each other to get some air, I looked up into his wonderful eyes. My head was catching up on what just happened and I stepped away from him, I was in shock.

“S-sorry!” I exclaimed embarrassed. The amazing smile on his face decreased a little.

“Don't be.” He stepped closer to me, taking my hand. “I kind of liked it.” He joked, smiling his crocked smile again, showing his dimple.

“I thought you would come back later?” I start walking over to the couch, still holding his hand, dragging him with me.

“One interview got cancelled so we got on the road early.” He shrugged as he sat down beside me, very close. I could feel the heat from his body and it made me breath heavier. He put an hand over my shoulder, putting his hand on the back of my neck and leaned forward so our lips could meet again. I lifted my hand up to his cheek and stroke the soft skin. His kisses was like a wonderful drug to me, they made me feel so good and took my head into the clouds. I had trouble to think when his lips was on mine. But as his hand slipped down to my waist and his thumb stroke the skin between my jeans and T-shirt I jumped up in terror. He looked shocked at me.

“What's wrong?” He asked troubled at my body standing a couple of feet away from him. He was about to stand up when I took a step back.

“Don't.” I whispered.

“What is it?” He sounded so confused and I felt so bad for him. I was very double standard right now. I wanted his kisses so bad, I wanted all of him. But it wasn't smart. I sat down on the couch opposite to him, he gave me a questioning stare.

“We said we'd take it slow.” I whispered so low that I was surprised that he heard me. I put my head in my hands, trying to slow my fast beating heart. I jumped when he all of a sudden was beside me, holding a hand on my back.

“Hey.” He said as he took my chin in his hand, pulling me so I had to look into his mesmerizing eyes. “We will take this as slow as you want to.” He gave me a understanding gaze. Why did he do this? He could have any girl in this world, why would he be with me? Why would he wait for me? I looked down on his lips, they were a little red and swollen from the kissing, which only made them more appealing.

“But I want to...” I closed my eyes as I said it, feeling the longing again take over my body. He chuckled a little beside me.

“Then do what you want to do.” He said leaning his forehead against mine. I could feel his breath which didn't make my mind any clearer.

“But it's not smart.” I whispered, afraid to say it too loud. He sighed, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb.

“Then I will keep my hands to myself.” He said and moved away from me, no longer touching me. My eyes flew open and my heart kicked in high speed with fear. I was scared that he was going to leave again. I wanted him here. He saw the fear in my eyes.

“Tell me what you want.” He pleaded, leaning forward, closer to me but not touching and looked deep into my eyes. I took a deep breath.

“I want you to hold me.” I confessed. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest and leaned back against the couch. He leaned his cheek on the top of my head as my heart slowed down. I took a deep relaxing breath and relished in the feeling of being in his arms again, feeling his muscular arms hold me tight, feeling one of his hands lightly stroke my back and his chest rising with every breath he took.

“Just tell me what you want and I will always give it to you.” He said after a while. I leaned my head up to nestle into his neck, he smelled so good. He pulled me tighter against him.

“Do you wanna go to Lou's tonight? They are having the band over for dinner.” He asked after a while. I had actually missed the guys, I hadn't hung out with them since before our big fight. Plus it would be easier not to jump him when there was people there.

“Sounds good.” I kissed his neck once, closing my eyes, feeling comfortable in his arms.




“I've missed you, babe.” Niall was giving me an enormous hug, swinging me around.

“I've missed you too.” I laughed as he put me down. I really had.

“It's been too long and I've missed you too.” Louis said as he kissed my cheek and gave me a normal hug. I saw Harry narrowing his eyes at him. I slapped his arm playfully and Louis laughed. I really liked these guys. They felt like my family, like brothers, so much fun to be around. They walked away to the couch where Eleanor, Danielle and Liam was sitting. Harry was giving me a narrow stare and tried to look harsh, but I could see the amusement in them. I just smiled charmingly as I took his hand and walked after the others. He muttered something under his breath that I didn't hear, I squeezed his hand but didn't ask.

I gave a hug to the others also before I sat down on their huge couch. I soon got a bear in my hand and was conversing with the others about their trip and work. Niall was in a story about a fun interview that they had done when Zayn and Perrie showed up, I was glad because I hadn't seen Perrie in a while. But with them were Jesy. The blood drained from my face. What was she doing here? I hadn't known that she was coming. Niall had stopped talking and walked over to Zayn. I looked to my side at Harry, he had an angry expression on his face as he watched them at the door, then he looked at me and his expression changed to apologetic. The memories of that terrible week flashed in my mind, giving me goosebumps. I think the emotion was showing on my face because Harry pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.

“Just ignore her. She can't affect us anymore.” He whispered against my head, he pulled my chin up and looked into my eyes before he quickly pecked my lips. I took a deep breath as they came over to the couches. I hugged Perrie for long, I had missed her badly, and then Zayn. After that I sat down, totally ignoring Jesy. Eleanor gave me a wink from the other side of the room and I smiled back at her.

Not too long after it was time for dinner, Eleanor and Louis had made some excellent pasta and a huge salad. It was so good. We all eat in delight as we talked. Thankfully Jesy was sitting on the other side of the table, so I could easily converse with the people around me. Harry was on my left and kept his hand on my thigh almost the whole time, I saw him having trouble now and then to eat with his left hand, it was really cute. When I finished eating I brought my hand down and braided my fingers with his, giving me butterflies. Every touch from him was like an electrical shock to my body, but a very nice one.

“...so it will be two tough weeks before we go on tour.” Liam said after we'd had desert, a delicious pie. Two weeks? I felt like my mind go in slow motion. Two weeks? I guess I hadn't really asked when it was time for their tour, I knew it was going to happen soon enough, but two weeks? It was too soon. We had barely made up and they were going away, and not for a week this time. It was months, and it was around the whole world. I felt myself panic. What would we do? Would we end this? I felt sad by the thought. Two weeks wasn't enough. We hadn't even talked about it. I felt Harry's worried eyes on me. I realized that I was squeezing his hand and released it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. Not here, not now Sofia. I tried to make myself not have panic attack. I got the water running in the sink, putting my hands through the cold water before I put my hand on my forehead. The cold water cooled me a little, it felt good. Try to think about something else. I was still standing with my hand on my forehead when I heard a knock on the door.

“One minute.” I shouted to whomever it was standing outside as I stopped the water and dried my hand and forehead. I looked myself in the mirror, trying to get the panic out of my eyes. I took another deep breath before I opened the door. Harry was standing on the other side of the door with a worried expression.

“You okey?” He asked standing with his hands in his jeans. My stomach twisted and I walked back into the bathroom, leaning against the sink. I wasn't ready to face him yet, but here we were. He closed the door behind him as he walked after me. “Tell me.” He begged as he came closer.

“I-I just wasn't ready for it.” I whispered.

“Ready for what?” He wondered, taking my hand. The thrill of the touch made my arm numb.

“The tour.” I was looking down on the floor. He came closer and pushed my chin up with his finger, forcing me to face him. I could feel the tears in my eyes that threatened to flow over. When the first tear slipped over and ran down my cheek he brushed it away with his thumb.

“It's two weeks till then.” He stroke my arm with his fingers.

“It's not enough.” Another tear fell down my cheek.

“I know.” He said as he leaned his head against mine. I can't believe this is happening. Why can't we just have a week of peace and quiet. I laughed at that thought, Harry looking up at me.

“What?” He looked very confused at me laughing with tears streaming down my face.

“We will never get a break.” I said snickering, drying some of the tears away. He smiled at me.

“Who wants easy?” He leaned closer and kissed my lips softly. Kissing him in the bathroom gave me flashbacks of our first time. It wasn't in this bathroom, but just the though made my whole body tingling. My whole body was yearning for him and his touch.

“Time out!” I said as I leaned back to get some room between us.

“Not yet.” He kissed me again, with more desire, braiding his hand in my hair. I pressed my body against his, feeling my heart race. It was go hot, I felt the desire flow through my body.

“Please.” I begged after a while, feeling out of breath. He stepped back, having a little too much excitement showing in his eyes.

“Fine.” He smiled. “Let's go back out to the other.” He took my hand. I turned around to look myself in the mirror, to see if I was presentable and I was. We walked back out to the others that had gone over to the couches again.

The night was so nice. I had so much fun with these people, at least when I ignored Jesy. She tried to get everyones attention all the time, but thankfully someone always talked to me when that happened. These was some good friends I had found. But in the back of my mind I wondered how it would be when the guys went away. It would be very different and strange.

When everyone was going Harry took my hand and pulled me aside.

“Will you stay with me?” He asked with pleading eyes. How anyone ever said no to him was a wonder to me. I nodded and we said goodnight to the others.

Walking into his apartment I felt nervous.


Notes

Since I didn't update yesterday I though I'd give you a longer chapter. What did you think of it?

Would love some feedback, or just love, to push me into continue this story. :)

Please comment and rate! xx

Comments

Did you make a sequel for this?

Louis_bae Louis_bae
6/30/16

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SonyaDr SonyaDr
4/25/16

Hej hej igen!
har läst om din historia flera gånger! Men det skulle vara kul om du skrev en uppdaterad "falling hard 2015" eller 2016! Lite mer uppdaterad så du behåller all text men ändrar allting så den är nyare om du förstår! Skulle vara sjukt kul om du orkade/gjorde det! Typ att du beskriver Harry från 2015n Den är fortfarande sjukt populär! Ha det bra :)

I'm addicted to this story!!!!! <3

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1/2/16