Always.

“It kind of sucks that they all lip sync on the floats.” I think aloud, putting a bite of the cinnamon roll casserole in my mouth. I chew slowly, moving from my position, which was sitting up straight sat Indian style. I slouched a little bit, one of my knees on Harry’s leg as I put my head on his shoulder.

“Some of them need it.” Des said from his chair, and then chuckled lightly to himself and we all joined.

We continue eating, commenting on the floats and the announcers of the floats and the bands playing until a commercial. I know we have to get up and prep the food now. Groaning, I stand from the couch, stretching a little bit before walking into the kitchen to rinse my plate.

I jumped when Harry came behind me, standing as he wrapped his arms in front of me and began rinsing off his dish, putting his head on the side of mine. When he sat his dish back down, he grabbed the dish towel with his large hands, slowly drying them. Just watching him drag the towel delicately over his long fingers made me want to faint on the spot. Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse, or should I say better, he grabbed my hands and began drying them too, breathing close to my ear. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and onto the back of mine. I was intoxicated by his every move.

When he finished he put the towel on the counter and whispered in my ear. “Come with me.” His voice was rough and sexy, so damn sexy. I breathlessly nodded, following him as he walked towards his room, quickly.

He pulled me inside of the room and brought me against his chest, looking into my eyes and putting and hand on my jaw. “I love you.” He whispered, hot breath on my nose. I went breathless, opening my mouth but not being able to speak. Like a fool, I nodded at him. It wasn’t even a full nod, just a small move of the head. He smiled at me though, and left a small peck on my nose. I wanted more, not just a peck on the nose, or a peck on the lips, I wanted a lot more, but I couldn’t comprehend anything, nothing was making any sense.

Though I felt paralyzed I was able to move my hands from his stomach, up to his chest. His breath on my nose faltered, and I internally smiled, glad I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. I moved my hands to his neck, moving my thumbs back and forth over his skin. I stood a little on my toes, and then he finally pulled my head up to meet his lips, both hands on my face, holding them firmly but gently.

Our lips moved together like every other time; it was like a dream. This couldn’t be real, being with him. God I wanted him so bad. I wanted his hands all over me, but we couldn’t. As his tongue and mine were together, I pressed myself even closer to him.

When we couldn’t handle it anymore, we moved back to catch our breath.

“It’s your birthday next week.” He smiles at me.

“Yes, I know.” I panted, still trying to catch my breath but I pecked his lips real quick again.

“You know what that means?” he said, winking at me.

I raised my eyebrows, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “What?” I asked, innocently biting my lip as I pulled him closer to me so his ear was next to my mouth. “Birthday Sex?” I whispered with a soft giggle, deliberately touching part of his ear lobe with my bottom lip.

He gasped, pulling me back and looked me in the eye. “What goes on in that dirty little mind of yours?” he asked me.

I rolled my eyes at him.

“But yes.” He slid his hands down the side of my body, grabbing my butt with his large hands. “Birthday sex.” He said it so seductively, looking straight in my eye and I want him so, so bad.

He leaned down and kissed me again, his hands resting firmly on my ass before he turned us around. Still kissing me, and skillfully sliding his tongue into my mouth, he stepped forward, causing me to move backward until I hit the bed with the back of my knees. Harry pushed me back lightly, and hovers over half my body on the bed, moving back from my lips. He smiles and lifts me with one hand on my back, further up the bed. I giggle when he trips a little and falls on me, but quickly regains control and hovers over my again.

I look at him in the eye, studying the way his eyes trail from my stomach and back to my eyes. My hand automatically runs through his hair, I really love it this long. As quickly as I was distracted though, I am once again lip locked with Harry. My arms hooked around his neck, and his hand is on my back, pulling my body of the bed and close to him. Before I know it, my hands are at the hem of his shirt, ready to pull it off and look at his incredible body.

He moves away for a second and pulls it over his head before throwing it across the room. He quickly attaches his lips to mine and I wrap my legs around his waist up place my hands on his shoulder blades.

His mouth moves from mine in a low groan as it travels down my neck. And then he sloppily kisses down the center of my body, moving my shirt away with his chin and kisses into the valley of my chest. I press head back into the bed and put another hand in his hair.

“Well,” I pant, guiding him up so he hovers over me once more. I hook my feet so my heels slowly begin pushing at his pajama pants “Maybe we need to change that that to Thanksgiving se-”

“Harry, Kelly? Put your clothes back on, mum wants to start food.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. Something about these Styles that could make me roll my eyes until it was painful. Harry puts his head down on my chest and releases a loud exhale. He slightly shakes his head, and I smile because of his long hair tickling my bare skin. “She’s such a pain in the arse.” He muttered, but deliberately says it loudly for Gemma to hear if she’s still on the opposite side of the door.

“I can still kick yours, Harry. Don’t you remember last year? I remember you laying on the ground hugging your knees and-”

“Gemma! That’s enough!” Anne tells her and Gemma chuckles before her footsteps become audible as she walks away.

Harry looks at me agitated and I give him a small smile as I peck his lip. “Be nice.”

“We were so close. This is why we need an apartment.” I shake my head and kiss him again. “No more kissing please. This is torture.” He says, and I kiss him again.

“That was the last one for now.” I promise him, putting my hands back on his face. “I love you.” I tell him, looking between his eyes, and when he smiles and tells me he loves me back, my feelings from earlier change and I think the rest of the day will be good.

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