Isabelle's P.O.V

“And finally, there will be no swearing or any other use of foul language in the arena,” the boring clerk announced.

Everyone nodded, knowing that these rules were just formalities and that nobody ever followed them. We were at a local Laser Quest, and we’d booked a private game. Paps and fans had swarmed us outside of the building, but we’d managed to make it in without stopping to sign autographs or answering dozens of questions.

The rest of the boys had sniggered and shot me playful looks, no doubt from the incident with Niall this morning. I’d blushed deeply.

The game was glow in the dark, and my white sneakers shimmered in the fluorescent lights. Harry stood beside me, every once in a while shooting me elated grins, which I’d return.
There were no teams. It was individual playing. I grinned once I’d heard that. I hadn’t been bluffing when I told Harry that I was good at laser tag.

“Alright,” the clerk opened a door for us, and the eight of us entered, immediately rushing forward to grab our laser gear: jackets and guns.

We all suited up. I was having trouble with clipping my jacket into place, the big and bulky sensors making it hard to do so.

Suddenly I felt a chin on my shoulder, and someone whispered heatedly in my ear, “Let me help with that.”

I craned my neck to the side, only to find Harry grinning at me, his teeth so white that they glowed. I stifled a giggled. He easily clipped my jacket together, not failing to press a soft yet sensual kiss to my neck. I was suddenly very grateful that the room was dark and no one could see me blush.

Finally, there was a clinking sound, and everyone’s guns lit up, reading that the game would begin in three…two…one…

We all ran into the large, fluorescent maze. Everyone split up. I met several dead-ends immediately and swerved around them, looking for a higher ground. Eventually, I found a flight of stairs that led up to the second level, and I bounded up.

On top of the high ramp, I had a much better view, and I could see who I recognized as El running around the bottom. The air was suddenly illuminated with laser beams, pointing right at me, and I ducked behind a wall. I peeked out from behind it, only to find two shadows across the large room, situated on another ramp.

I quickly fished my gun out of its holster and shot a laser beam at the figures. A moment later, I heard Niall shout, “Fuck!” and giggled to myself. So much for no foul language.

I ran around the top flight, not encountering anyone, but rather preying on my friends that were stuck on the lower level of the maze, hastily trying to find higher ground. I shot Louis who knows how many times, and smiled to myself as I thought about how many points I would dock from him.

The game had gone on for about twenty minutes until I’d finally run into Perrie. She smiled at me, her teeth and hair glowing, and shot a laser beam at me, and for the first time in this game, I’d been hit. I screamed playfully and waited five seconds for my gun to reload, rounding on her, but she was already gone.

“Damn you Perrie!” I yelled out, and there was a loud chorus of howls and whoops.

A few minutes later, as I was peeking around the corner of a wall, I was suddenly shoved up against it, my feet being lifted up off of the ground. A laser beam connected with my sensor, and I turned to look at the person who’d shot me.

There was a flash of white teeth, and the shooter leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Got you, love.”

“Harry!” I laughed, “No physical contact allowed!”

Harry quickly put a hand to my mouth and grinned cheekily at me while I tried to wriggle out of his grip.

“If I take my hand away,” he teased, “Will you scream?”

I shook my head forcefully, and he chuckled, removing his hand. “No physical contact, huh?” he questioned, and he leaned his, his heavy breathing—no doubt from running—fanning my face.

I closed my eyes as he spoke again, saying, “What if I was to do this?”

He kissed me deeply, and I wound my arms around his neck, my left hand still grasping onto my gun tightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my knee brushing against the holster of his gun, and he groaned into my mouth. In response, I simply smiled against his lips, waiting for the right time.

And…perfect.

I positioned my gun so that the barrel was facing the sensor on his back and squeezed the trigger. I felt my gun rumble, indicating that my laser beam had met its target, and Harry stiffened.

I pulled back, grinned, and said quietly, “Payback.”

Without a word, I quickly pressed one last peck to his lips before wriggling out of his grasp and nimbly running away. He swore loudly and I giggled, rounding a corner and shooting at Zayn as I went. His loud groan was enough to tell me that I’d hit my target again. I giggled.

After a few more minutes, the lights in the arena came on, and my gun stopped firing laser beams, indicating that the game was over. A speaker came on over the intercom, saying to follow the bright orange arrows on the floor, as they would lead us to the exit. Alright then.

I followed the arrows and eventually arrived at the exit, the same door where I’d first entered the arena. Everyone else was already there, changed out of their gear and I noticed Louis shooting my playful death glares. I flashed him a wide smile as he pointed to me.

“She hit me seventeen times!” he accused, and I simply shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. Eleanor laughed lightly and someone tapped my shoulder. I spun around, only to lock eyes with Harry. His lips were pressed into a pout.

“I don’t appreciate what you did back there in the arena,” he mumbled quietly, so that nobody else could hear us. Everyone else was chatting about the game, or how many times they got shot.

“Yeah?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest. Harry reached behind me to unbuckle the clip that held my jacket together, and I slid it down my arms, hanging it back up on a nearby hanger.

“And what are you going to do about it?” I smiled to myself.

“I think,” he muttered lowly, placing a hand on the small of my back, sending a tingle down my body, “You’ll have to pay me back for that. Later tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, shooting him a skeptical glare, my arms resuming their previous position, crossed over my chest, “Good luck with that.”

He chuckled, leaned down and kissed the spot right behind my ear—my sweet spot. I just managed to contain my moan, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from fluttering closed.

His small laugh vibrated along my whole body, and he whispered heatedly in my ear, “Oh, love. Luck has nothing to do with it.”

***

“Hey Harry?” I called out from the kitchen, where I was washing plates. Our company—which had mainly consisted of the boys, their girlfriends, and Lou and Lux, had left only a short while ago.

Say whatever you want about those people, but they were hounds when it came to food. I didn’t mind though.

Eleanor had eaten the most. As in, more than Niall. I don’t think that I was the only one that had caught on either. None of the boys had, obviously, since they’re all oblivious, and neither had Lou, since she was preoccupied with feeding Lux. But shortly after dinner El had taken Perrie into the hall. A shriek had followed that, and one of the boys was about to go see what was wrong, but Perrie just poked her head out of the hallway and claimed that there had been a bug and she’d already killed it.

Yeah, El had definitely told her.

I turned the water off and reached for a used, old rag to dry my hands. El had also given me permission to tell Harry. But Louis could not know yet. She was waiting for the right time.

“Harry!” I yelled out, turning around and leaning my back on the kitchen counter. I heard a muffled, “Coming!” followed by the sound of feet padding closer to the room.

A moment later, he emerged into the doorway, and I’m pretty sure I blushed beet red.

His hair was styled in a messy quiff that stuck up in some parts, and—it felt as though God was trying to spite me—as he raked his fingers through his hair again, I swooned. I was so into him, I wondered if he felt the same with me.

He was wearing basketball shorts and a plain black V-neck t-shirt, exposing some of the dark ink on his chest. A silver chain glinted around his neck, and I nervously fiddled with the charm on my beautiful bracelet, looking once again at the inscription:

I’m yours. -H x

“Hi,” he panted lightly, no doubt from rushing over here.

“Hi,” I breathed, equally out of breath, though I hadn’t done any exercise. He just had that effect on me.

“U—um,” I stuttered, cursing at myself for not being more prepared. I should’ve at least thought out a plan while I was alone! Now I just looked stupid and nerve-wrecked—which I was.

“We need to talk,” I managed to get out firmly. He smirked good-naturedly at me and stepped aside, gesturing to the living room in the other room. “Lead the way.”

I walked past him, issuing that he should follow, which he did, and a moment later, we were seated on the couch. I tucked my legs under me, playing with my fingers and biting on my lip.

How the fuck was I supposed to tell him that his best friend was going to be a father? How would he take it? Would he be happy, or demand—God forbid—that an abortion take place, when it wasn’t even his baby? I know that Louis was a childish character, but he was great with kids, and I could see that when it was time to be serious, he would comply. Plus, he was always there with some sort of comic relief.

Harry sat down next to me, slouching down on the couch, his feet splayed out in front of him; he took my hands in his and began playing with my fingers, overtaking the job that I’d been doing fine with all by myself. I let him, though. There was just something so comforting about having his large fingers intertwining with mine.

“What’s up, love?” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

I took a deep breath and stared ahead at the television screen, “Look,” I began, “There’s something I’ve been keeping from you that I need to tell you.”

“Hold on,” he cut my off, sitting straight up. I risked a glance at him and my eyes widened. His face was slightly pink, his eyes hard, and his lips pursed. My eyes widened even further when he continued, “Did you—cheat on me?”

There was a beat of silence, until finally…

“No!” I said loudly, horrified that he would think that, and I think my facial expression showed it, because he recoiled slightly. I shook my head ferociously, “God no! What the fuck Harry? Do you really think I’d do that?”

His abrasive look turned into one of sheepishness. His hand found its way to the back of his head where he scratched it nervously.

He shot me a pained, apologetic look, “No, I don’t think you’d do that. I just had to be sure.”

I was still shaking my head, “I would never cheat on you,” I said firmly, grasping his hands with mine, “Ever.”

In frenzy, I pressed my mouth to his, wanting to show him just how much he meant to me. He was stiff, unresponsive for a moment before his tongue lapped at my bottom lip for an entrance, which I immediately gave. Our tongues snaked around each other, and I quickly mounted to my knees, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down forcefully onto the couch.

I straddled his waist, my hands planted on either side of his head while we made out. He raked his fingers through my hair and I moaned into his mouth while his other hand slid down my body to grasp firmly onto my bum. I wasn’t going to lie; I kind of liked being on top.

But my victorious attitude was cut short as Harry rolled us over on the narrow couch, so that now he was the one mounted atop the other’s body. I didn’t mind that much though, if I was honest with myself.

Harry pulled back, taking in a long gulp of air before delving back in with newfound passion.

He quickly pinched the hem of my shirt between his thumb and forefinger before looking back up at me, “Can what you need to tell me wait?”

I hesitated, my brain disagreeing, but my whole entire, pulsating body was screaming yes! Eventually, I gave in to it and nodded, just itching to feel every part of him on me again. His absence from being pressed against me had me instantaneously cold.

Harry smiled tenderly at my response and leaned down to peck my lips lightly, and I refrained from pouting when that was all I got. But his next few sentences made up for it.

“I’m going to make love to you. All night long.”

Notes

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