I was sweating. I was completely soaked but I hadn’t felt better in a long while. Because Spencer was always working I had to find other ways to occupy myself lately. I had turned to getting back into working out. I had only been doing this for a couple of days but I was already in the swing of things. I had just finished up a brief 2 mile run. I wanted to do something productive but I also knew today was my special night. It was my birthday and Spencer was taking me out. I knew I should be getting ready so I was ready before she got home from work, but a couple extra minutes wouldn’t make a difference.

I opened our front door, kicked my shoes off and ripped my shirt over my head. I noticed a pair of heels haphazardly tossed by the door as well. That could only mean one thing. Spencer was home already. I looked at the clock on the wall. She was nearly an hour early. I shrugged heading deeper into our place. I looked in all her usual places but didn’t find her. I found her in the den, face buried deep in her computer. She was in a pair of my sweats and a bra with her hair thrown on top of her head, still damp from a shower.

“Hey babe.” I admired how beautiful she was.

“Hi!” she smiled over her computer. “Running again?”

“Yeah, I should probably start working out for the tour coming up. I’m going to need my endurance.” I shrugged.

“Don’t I give you enough endurance to keep up, every night?” she giggled mischievously.

“Yes but those are different muscles.” I winked. “What are you doing in here anyways?”

“Checking my email, there’s so much going on right now.” She drug her hand down her face.

“I know babe. But tonight we aren’t going to talk about any of that.” I walked over, leaning up against the desk, facing her.

“I’ll try not to.” She sighed.

I placed her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, tilting her head towards me. “Spencer, tonight is going to be the second best night of my life. I can feel it.”

She pouted. “What’s the first then?”

“Meeting you.” I smiled, leaning closer to her. “Just relax, okay?”

I placed my lips softly on hers, letting them linger for a few seconds.

“I love you.” she melted into my kiss. “I’m relaxed.”

She shut the computer and smiled kissing me again.

“I love you too.” I smirked.

“Now go shower, you smell and we have to leave soon.” She pushed me away.

“In like 2 hours!” I protested. “Why can’t I keep kissing you? I’m already sweaty.”

“I’m not! I’ve showered already!” she extender her arm, placing it on my chest to keep me back.

“We can take another one, together.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

She dropped her arm and I took my chance to move in. My lips were on hers in no time. She wrapped her arms around my sweaty torso. I pulled her close, attempting to tangle my fingers through her hair but it was pulled up. She quickly got the hint, undoing the clip holding it on top of her head. I let my left hand wrap around some hair as my right traced down to her barely covered chest. She moaned lightly as I padded her boob over the fabric of her bra. I moved my hand around her back to unclasp it when she stopped us.

“No! I don’t wanna take another shower.” She pushed me away again.

“But what about that idea of us showering together?” I tried.

“Later babe.” She blew me a kiss, exiting the room.

“The death of me! YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!” I shouted after her, following the way she went.

“Why’s that babe?” she asked innocently.

I pointed to the growth in my basketball shorts.

“What was that?” she raised an eyebrow.

“I’m bloody hard as a rock and you walk away! You can’t blue balls me!” I fake pouted.

“Aren’t you about to shower?” I nodded yes. “Don’t you have a hand?” I nodded yes before realzing what she was getting at.

“Spencer Delaney!” I ran around the island trapping her against the counter.

“Harry!” she whined, trying to push me off of her.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, it is my birthday after all.” I looked down at her.

“Yes, I know and I will give you the greatest birthday sex you could ever imagine.” She paused to kiss me, very sexily may I add. “After dinner.” I let my grip falter and she scurried out of it.

“You better believe that after tonight you won’t walk proper for a month.” I yelled so she could hear me, wherever she ran off too. I shook my head chuckling to myself. I was in for life long shenanigans with that one. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I headed towards our bedroom, still unsure of where Spencer went. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet in the bathroom, hanging it over the towel bar right outside the shower. I stripped the shorts and boxers I was wearing and turned the water on. I could use a freezing shower today. Thanks babe. I rolled my eyes at no one. I was really needed to stop that. I hopped in, shivering at the cold. It actually started to feel good. It ran down my aching, burning muscles, instantly cooling me.

I sighed at the fact that today was my birthday. Another year older. While I loved life and where I was at the moment, I didn’t want to get older. 21 seemed like a perfect age to me. Sadly, I knew I couldn’t stay 21 forever, no matter how bad I did.

I finished up the motions of the shower and got out. I wasn’t in there long but it was refreshing. I smiled thinking about how special Spencer was probably going to make tonight. She was always thinking about every little detail that would make me unbelievably happy.

I wrapped the towel tight around my waist, opening the door to our bedroom. I was greeted by the sound of music. A song I had heard before but didn’t really know the words too. Spencer had her back towards me looking at something on the bed. She had lost my sweatpants and her bra. She was in lacy little see through underwear. I watched as she swayed to the beat, her hips moving perfectly. The chorus of the song came on and I recognized the song, “Adore You” by Miley Cyrus. Spencer sang along perfectly, moving so casually without even realizing how sexy she was. She had dried and curled her hair into little spirals while I was in the shower, she looked stunning. Especially from behind.

“Baby, can you hear meeee? When I’m crying out, forrrr youuu. I’m scaaaaared ohhhhh so scared. But when you’re near meee, I feel like I’m standing with an army of men, armed with weapons. Heyyy. Ohhhh.”

I realized she had no idea I was behind her, watching her. She was flawless. A smile crept across my face as the beat began back into the chorus. I took this as my opportunity to join her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind but she never stopped moving. She continued to dance and sing. She wrapper her fingers through mine and held them up against her hips. We swayed back and forth, back to chest, as the music played.

“When you say you love meee, know I love you more. When you say you need me, know I need you more. Boy I adore youuuu.” She flipped around to face me. “I adoreeee, youuuuuuu.”

The lyrics paused and I gently placed my lips to hers. She smiled as they touched, never breaking her swaying movement. I slipped my arms around her waist, pulling her in close. Everything that cold shower had done for me was suddenly irrelevant, and she knew it. She looked into my eyes, a small smirk at the corner of her mouth as she finished singing.

“I love lying next to you. I could do this for eternity. You and me were meant to be in holllly matrimony. God knew exactly what he was doing when he lead me to youuuu. When you say you love me, know I love you more, when you say need me, know I need you more, boyyy I adoorreeee youuuuuuu.”

She stopped singing and slammed her lips to mine. It was as the song was made for us. Everything Spencer usually sings to me sounds like it was made for us. I guess she just knows how to pull on my heart strings. I held her as close as I could without breaking her in half. I gave the kiss everything I had inside of me. I know I tell her I love her on a daily basis but there was something about the way she was kissing me right now that was saying the exact same thing. It was like she needed me to know she loved me, but was doing it through actions rather than try and talk it out.

She undid my towel slowly, pulling down on top of her on the bed. I pulled my head back slightly, cocking an eyebrow. She just smirked and pulled me closer. I wasn’t about to question her and cock block myself, so I went with it. I was naked on top of my girlfriend in very minimal clothing, I would be a fool not to continue. I slide my hand down her stomach towards the top of her underwear. I grazed a finger over the skin underneath the fabric. She gently took my bottom lip between her teeth, causing me to moan slightly. I felt her hand move up and down my unclothed member. I felt like my eyes could practically roll into the back of my head. She was perfect. I moved my fingers even lower, teasing her folds. She broke our kiss giving me the typical ‘don’t fucking tease me right now’ eyes. I nodded, knowing what she meant and slipped the first finger in. She continued her movements on my penis when the music suddenly changed. I froze, stuck in place.

“What’s wrong baby?” she whispered into my ear.

“I can’t fuck my girlfriend proper when my best friend is singing.” I chuckled.

The song had changed to Ed Sheerans “Wake Me Up.” She looked at me curiously.

“Just forget about him, I didn’t even know you guys were friends.” She whined.

“Like the best.” I giggled.

“Who cares if he’s playing, just keep going or change it.” She was mad.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes again and continued my assault on her lower half. This song wasn’t half bad to get down too I suppose. I’d have to thank Ed later. Or not, maybe I’d just never mention this.

I pulled her knickers down, gaining better access to her core. I started to trail kisses from her mouth down her body. I swirled my tongue over her stomach just for good measures. As I brought my head lower to her center, her phone began to ring.

“Let it go.” She mumbled, pulling me back down as I sat up.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Harry, I have my smoking hot boyfriends tongue a centimeter away from my clit. Yes I’m sure.” She rolled her eyes, throwing her head to the bed. The phone stopped ringing and I returned myself to my original position.

“Well when you put it that way.” I smirked, kissing her lips then starting my way back down to her hips. She moaned as I drug my tongue along her skin, goose bumps rising on her stomach. I felt her hands twist through my damp straggly hair, I probably needed a haircut. I smirked as her fingernails dug into my head slightly. It always turned me on when she was a little rough. I finally stopped teasing, dipping my tongue to her folds, when her phone started to ring again.

“Leave it.” She moaned. I nodded to myself, continuing my work on her lower half.

Her free hand gripped the sheets as I continued to lap her up. She was squirming in no time. I smiled at the fact that even after a year I still could have this effect on her.

“Harry.” she moaned long and drawn out. I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but somehow it did. She was so sexy when she let go. I couldn’t believe I was going to be able to share moments like this with her for the rest of my life. Some people dreaded the thought of only ever being with one person for the rest of their life, I was ecstatic about it. No one I had ever been with came close to making me feel the way Spencer does, physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I began to move my way back up Spencers body so we could get down to it. I groaned as she kissed me hard, licking herself off of my lips. The things this girl does to me, I thought to myself. She flipped us around without any trouble, sitting on top of me. I smirked at my view. She leaned down pressing her lips to mine. I snaked my arms around her waist, pulling her flat against me. She grinded her hips into my hard dick, making my eyes roll back into my head. She rolled off of me causing me to frown. I realized she was digging in the drawer for a condom. She quickly ripped on open and slipped it on my dick. She lined herself up over top of me and slowly pushed me inside of her, just as her phone began to ring again.

“Babe just check it.” I sighed, I really didn’t want anything bad to be happening and she needed to know.

“Forget it.” She said, still moving on top of me.

“No check it.” I said, starting to reach over to grab her phone.

“Fine!” she jumped off of me, picking her phone up off the side table. She looked at me nervously, biting her lip. “Uhhh, I should take this.”

“I’ll be here.” I smirked at her, unsure why she was suddenly acting so nervous.

I watched her leave the room quickly, saying hello to whoever was on the other end. I took the condom off, realizing that I was no longer hard. Whoever was on that phone was someone she didn’t want me to know about. I could tell. They called three times on top of that. She was hiding something and I was going to get to the bottom of whatever it was.




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(Spencer POV)

I ran out into the hall, pressing answer.

“Hello?” I said, sort of rudely.

“I’ve been trying to call you for like a half hour!” I heard his husky accent on the other side of the phone.

“I was busy! Do you need something?” I rolled my eyes.

“You sound out of breathe.” He stated.

“I’m fine, what do you want?” I repeated.

“Nothing, just wanted to talk.”

“Well I’m in the middle of something! I told you not to call me today!” I huffed.

“Shit, it’s Harry’s birthday.” He chuckled. “Now I know why you’re busy.”

“Yes.” I said flatly.

“Well I guess I’ll let you go.” He frowned.

“Thank you.”

“I was just looking forward to our daily chat.” I knew he was pouting without even seeing him.

“I’ll call you tomorrow then.” I leaned against the wall.

“Good, I miss you.”

“Don’t start that shit.” I warned.

“I know, it’s just I do miss you. It’s weird being here and you’re somewhere else.”

“It’s not like it would make a difference if we were in the same country or not.” I rolled my eyes again.

“Maybe it could be.” He suggested.

“No, it wouldn’t be.”

“I know, I know. You love Harry and all that bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit! You know what forget it, I’m not arguing about this one more time.” I slid down the wall.

“I told you I wasn’t going to ever stop trying. I thought we were getting somewhere with our daily calls.” He sounded defeated.

“Yes, we’ve developed a great friendship. But that’s all it will ever be.” I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood for this talk. We’ve had it a hundred times in the past month. Plus, I was sitting naked in my hallway with my super sexy boyfriend naked in our bedroom. “Look, I have to go.”

“Okay fine, oh yeah and I’m supposed to ask if the lads can bring a date to Harry’s party in LA?”

“Yes, that’s fine. I don’t care.” I shrugged.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.” His voice smiled.

“Bye Luke.” I hung up.

When would he get the point? I loved our friendship but that was it. I was so apprehensive about the whole party for Harry coming up next week. It would be the first time we had seen each other since London. We had been talking on a regular basis but it wasn’t turning into anything more than a friendship. He was like a new gossip buddy.

I got up off the floor and headed back into the bedroom. I noticed Harry was missing. I frowned slightly. I heard the shower running from inside the bathroom. I entered, disappointed he didn’t want to finish.

“All done?” I pouted, hopping up on the counter.

“Yeah, sorry.” He said.

“We can finish.”

“Just forget it.” He snapped.

“What?” I was confused, he was mad? He made me answer the phone.

“Nothing. Obviously whoever that was is more important than your boyfriend on his birthday.”

“You made me answer the phone! I was just going to let it ring!”

“Whatever. I’m not going to fight over a phone call.” He said, turning the water off and stepping out. he wrapped his towel around his waist and left me alone in the bathroom.

“What’s your deal?” I followed him.

“Nothing, I just needed another quick shower.” He shrugged.

“Harry, don’t start this. I put a lot of time and effort into tonight and I don’t want it to be ruined over us not finishing sex.” I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Who called?” he asked.

“Um, it was something about the Grammys.” I shrugged.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he shouted.

“Harry, I can’t tell you.” I shook my head. “It’s something to do with the trip to LA but if I say who called me, you wouldn’t believe me and I’d ruin a surprise.” I sighed, that was sort of true.

“A surprise you say?” his whole demeanor changed.

“Yeah, I’m planning something.” I shrugged.

“Planning what?” he smirked down at me.

“Nothing. My lips are sealed.” I faked zipped my lips together.

“I’ll get it out of you.” he began to tickle my sides.

“HARRY!” I squealed. I was the most ticklish person ever.

“Tell me!” he kept at it.

“NO!” I tried pushing him off. “Stop! You’re ruining my hair.”

He let off a little. “Let’s get ready and go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I chuckled watching him disappear into the bathroom.

I smiled. I was in deep but somehow I managed to balance my life. I did love Harry that wasn’t a lie. I did like Luke as a friend but only that. Nothing was going to go wrong, everything was okay. I got up and headed into the closet. Tonight was going to be perfect. I knew it. I had the perfect little evening planned and Harry was going to love it. It would be his best birthday yet. I’d make sure of it.

Notes

next chapter is the birthday dinner between the two ;)

then the Grammy's and LA!

so much goodness to come.