Isabelle's P.O.V

Harry followed me into the kitchen while the Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn lounged around the living room, trying to decide which movie would be the best.

“So,” Harry inquired quietly, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder as I reached inside the fridge to grab some beers, “How do you like them? I told you they’d love you.”

He kissed my neck lightly, and I closed my eyes for a moment, just standing there and letting the fact that I was dating him seep in. It had been a while, but I still couldn’t process it.

“They’re awfully nice,” I noted, “I don’t think Lux likes me very much, though.”

Harry chuckled, his laugh vibrating my whole body as I reached for a beer opener and a bowl. I ripped open a popcorn packaging and stuck it in the microwave, quickly pressing a few buttons and turning towards Harry. His eyes gleamed as he leaned down and pecked my lips lightly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled back, still holding the beer opener. Harry smirked, “Give it time, love.”

“Yeah,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“I love you,” Harry said, drawing out the last word to sound like a child pouting. A smile snuck onto my face, and I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck loosely, “I love you more.”

He shook his head, his eyes hardening and turning serious, “That’s not possible. No one will ever love you more than I. Not even Kate.”

His words put me on edge. I knew that I should’ve been touched by what he’d said, but it only made me nervous. What if—God forbid—we got into another huge fight and broke up? I’d be broken, but Harry would—well, Harry would be ruined. I didn’t want to ruin him.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I kissed his lips once more, tenderly, his words still bugging me. I turned back to the beers, uncapping each one with the bottle opener, and after a minute, the popcorn was ready. As I pulled the package out and ripped it open, Harry grabbed the beers and held them in his hands, patiently waiting for me.

We walked back into the room, and Niall immediately lunged at me, grabbing the bowl out of my hands. Well then.

“What are we watching?” I asked, and Louis stared at me, his eyes gleaming, and said, “Saw.”

“We are not,” I emphasized sternly, “Louis, Lux and Lou just went to bed, and I don’t think they want to be woken by my pathetic screams. Pick something else please.”

Harry laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me down onto the couch with him. He handed everyone their beers, which they happily chugged, while I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “What do you want to watch then?” Liam questioned, gazing at me.

I cleared my throat, sitting back up, “How about The Breakfast Club? I haven’t seen that movie in a while; plus, it’s a classic.”

I guess that what I’d said must’ve been a good suggestion, because nobody bothered to contradict me. They all just shrugged, and Zayn hassled to find the DVD, eventually putting it into the player. The screen immediately lit up, and Niall—in between his heavily buttered popcorn munching—reached for the remote and pressed the ‘Play’ button.

The movie immediately began rolling, and I lifted my feet up off of the floor, tucking them under my bum. I leaned my head onto Harry’s shoulder, and he reciprocated right away, winding an arm over my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my head.

I just couldn’t help but to think about what he’d said. No one will ever love you more than I.
Fuck, I had it bad. But he had it worse, it seemed. Why was he so damn good at communicating his feelings, especially in the ways that made me melt but also worry at the exact same time. This man—this sexy, sarcastic, funny, overprotective, high-tempered man—had me wrapped around his finger, so in love that I’d do anything.

But did I have the exact same effect on him? He’d always told me, while we’d lay in bed together, whispering fiercely in my ear that he loved me so much, he’d do anything for me, he’d protect me from everything that had the intentions of harming me. It was only a matter of time before he said that he would die for me. I wasn’t going to allow him to say that.

God help me.

***

That same night, Harry crawled into bed with me. Everyone had stayed over, minus Paul, and was currently crashed in the living room. Lou and Lux were still asleep, and I figured that the flight and time zones had really gotten to them. It would take a few days for them to adapt again.

Harry was only in his boxers. I was wearing one of his old t-shirts, no bra, and just panties for bottoms. He nestled under the blanket and smiled sheepishly at me, “So, I usually sleep naked. Is that a problem? I didn’t want to do it before, but now, since you’ve seen everything…” he trailed off, chuckling when I blushed, reminiscing our time in the shower. I knew that he hadn’t delved into everything, but I’d felt so exposed, vulnerable. He’d been sweet and caring though, always asking if I’d wanted to stop, but I hadn’t.

“Go ahead,” I said simply, not wanting to admit that sleeping with him while he was naked kind of turned me on.

He grinned, shrugged out of his boxers, and threw them onto the floor. Then he settled back into his original position. His eyebrows came up in a silent question.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I asked, my eyes widening. He held up his hands, the comforter covering his lower half, “Hey, we both have to be nude for this to work.”

“No,” I said sternly.

“Isabelle,” he whined, but I insisted, “Harry, trust me, you don’t want to see me naked.” To emphasize my point, I pulled the covers higher up over my body.

His eyes turned hard and he reached out and gripped my wrists, which were crossed over my body, “Hey,” he said sternly, “Don’t be like that. You’re beautiful.” To emphasize his point, he leaned in and kissed me softly. I smiled bashfully at him and turned around. He got the hint and moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around my hip, his fingers brushing along my stomach. I shivered.

He moved closer, and I gasped when I felt something hard pressing into the back of my thigh. “Harry!”

“Sorry!” he whispered, a laugh threatening to break through his voice, “I’m a guy! You know I can’t help that stuff!”

I giggled and turned towards him kissing his cheek, “Well, you know that I can’t help you get rid of that stuff.”

He cocked an eyebrow playfully, and leaned in, whispering seductively in my ear, “Can’t you?” I closed my eyes, “I’ve never done that before,” I said quietly, blushing and feeling ashamed.

He pulled back, kissing my forehead, “I’ll guide you through it. That is—,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling back, some pink appearing on his cheeks. It still shocked me to see him blush. He continued, “—if you want to. I don’t want to force you into anything at all—”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. “Harry,” I said when I pulled back, smirking slightly, “I want to. I want to return the favour.”

He took a deep, shaky breath, but then looked me in the eyes, “Okay.”

I nodded, and slowly, my hand travelled down in between our bodies. I took great care to trail my fingers along his broad chest, the bumps of his abs, relishing the deep indents of his V-line and the softness of the hair that went from his navel and down. Finally, I hesitated, but he nodded surely, giving me the courage that it took to close my hand around his shaft.

He hissed and stiffened, his eyes concentrated on me, and I couldn’t help but to giggled. He also cracked a small smirk, looking at my amused expression.

“Like this?” I whispered, staring into his bright green eyes and not taking my gaze off of them. I slowly began pumping my hand up and down along his member, and he closed his eyes lightly, looking peaceful and serene. I squeezed slightly, and his eyes shot open, glaring at me.

“Fuck,” he gritted his teeth, his hardness so evident, “Do that again.”

I squeezed again, and he threw his head back onto the pillow, allowing me access to kiss his chin. When I did, he flipped us over, so that he was on top, and he ground his hard crotch against mine, making me moan lightly. He got even more turned on by this, and leaned down to kiss my neck and my jawline, dragging his teeth down the length of my throat, all the while I pumped him, making him quiver lightly.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned as I continued my actions, and his hand came up to fondle my breast lightly. I cried out lightly. Then I realised that there were other people in the house, and that I should probably keep quiet. Harry made me forget about everything going on around me.

“I love you,” I told him, bringing his chin up so that our eyes met, and without another word, I kissed him. That was all he needed to let go. I felt his length jerk in my hand, and a moment later, something warm and wet hit my thigh. I gasped lightly, and he chuckled, moving his hair out of his face, “Sorry.”

I could hear the laugh in his voice.

“Just get me a towel,” I scolded him playfully, and he groaned but got off of me anyways, walking into the attached washroom, still completely naked. A moment later, he re-emerged with a plain white towel. I forced my gaze to stay up at his face and not drift down.

“Here,” he sat down beside me gently and wiped away all proof of his climax. I blushed ferociously, my face heating up, and stared down at my fingers. He chuckled, and a moment later I felt his fingers cup my chin, bringing my face up to his.

“That was probably the best hand job I’ve ever received in my entire life,” he told me sincerely, but he was smirking at me. I blushed even more, but pressed my lips to his, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly, just so that he couldn’t see how much they were shaking.

The rest of our night consisted of lying in bed together, talking quietly, laughing, telling stories, sneaking kisses, and exploring one another’s bodies. Harry made me whole, and before I knew it, I found myself drifting away into our own little world, where nobody else mattered but us.

It was my own little fantasy world, a place where I could be with him without the flashes of cameras or any high-pitched screaming, where no one would monitor our every move and judge us.

And you know what?

I loved it.

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