‘I have bought the mansion of a love'

Harry’s POV

“One more word and I will love you forever,” I thought.

But I didn’t tell her that. Neither that she speaks in iambs. Instead I bid her goodbye and went home to think of her. I read for a few hours but finally stopped to hear some random music. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling as if the ceiling was in possession of an answer I needed. But what was my question?

Talking to the songbird yesterday,
Flew me to a past not far away.
She’s a little pilot in my mind,
Singing songs of love to pass the time.

Gonna write a song so she can see,
Give her all the love she gives to me,
Talk of better days that have yet to come.
I’ve never felt this love from anyone.

She’s not anyone.
She’s not anyone.
She’s not anyone.

A man can never dream these kinds of things,
Especially when she came and spread her wings.
Whispered in my ear the things I’d like,
Then she flew away into the night.

Gonna write a song so she can see,
Give her all the love she gives to me,
Talk of better days that have yet to come.
I’ve never felt this love from anyone.

She’s not anyone.
She’s not anyone.
She’s not anyone.

As I heard the song coming from the hi-fi I realised I was feeling sad, happy, and hollow all at the same time. I laughed. I was amazed, and I didn’t need to think anymore.

I read for half an hour more and finally got up from bed. I sat on my desk, turned on my laptop and entered the University’s website. I looked around a bit for the English Department’s link. After I found the information about the call for undergraduate researcher position, I printed my CV and closed my laptop. I quietly searched the remaining documents I needed to apply.

“I’m doing it,” I wrote a text message to Laila, sitting on the end of my bed.

“Great! When will you present you application?” She quickly answered.

“Tomorrow afternoon…”

“How coincident!” She wrote. I giggled.

“How is ‘Mary Sue’?” I typed.

“Boring as usual.” I laughed as I read.

“Do you miss me?” I boldly asked, laughing to myself.

“Tremendously…” God, and how much I missed her too.

“Will you kiss me tomorrow?”

“I certainly will.”

–.–.–

I was nervous when I arrived. I didn’t want to overthink it because I knew I was about to turn away and leave. But I needed to do it. I needed to be disciplined and prove to everyone in college that I was at their same level. I breathed in and knocked on the door, then turned the knob and stepped inside the Department.

“I’m sorry. Am I interrupting?” I firmly spoke when I saw Miss Franzen’s back.

“By no means–––she said glimpsing at me. What can I do for you, Mister Styles?”

“I came to fill the application form for the position.” She finally turned towards me, resting on the desk, and gave me her full attention.

“Have you pre filled the online form?” She asked and I nodded. “Have you brought the mandatory documents?” I nodded again and handed my file to her. “Well, I see you are a quite organised young man.” She sounded positively amaze. She gazed at me in silence. I looked down even though I wasn’t feeling nervous anymore. Neither it was because she was beautiful or I felt intimidated. I was feeling rather exposed. “How long have you been living in London, Mister Styles?”

“For about a month now,” I said, glancing up.

“I see you have Professor Barnaby’s recommendation–––she said while going through my papers. That is certainly impressive.”

“I worked with him in his latest research,” I explained.

“The one he’s publishing next year?” She asked, curious.

“Yes,” I simply answered.

“Discourse analysis.” I nodded. “And why did you leave Manchester, Mister Styles? You were doing great there,” she declared and her words startled me.

“I always wanted to live in London.”

“London is a magnificent city…” She said fixing her buttoned shirt.

“Yeah. My sister moved here 6 months ago and some of my friends too.” I didn’t know why I told her that.

“And you followed the leader…” She laughed.

“London was always on my plans, maybe not as an undergraduate student, but it was on my mind,” I blurted confusedly, even though I wasn’t adding nothing new to what I previously said.

“And, I have to ask, Mister Styles. Do you have availability to work on this research?” She asked in a severe tone, taking her glasses off.

“I do.”

“What are your non curricular activities?” She said.

“I’m a musician.”

“And are you currently in a band?” She asked and I looked at her quite annoyed.

“I am.”

“And are you able to coordinate both activities, Mister Styles?” She carried on.

“I’ve done it before–––I explained. So, I dare to say yes.”

“And what else do you do? Do you work?” She insisted.

“I do, actually. But my work give me full flexibility,” I answered trying to end that particular subject.

“Does it?–––she said with irony, raising her eyebrows. And what kind of work is it?” But she needed to be that demanding.

“I work as a model,” I spoke not looking at her, but I realised her attitude softened.

“Hmm, you’ve got the type for that–––she said and I felt quite repelled. I mean, you have the height, the body constitution and the bone structure,” she spoke stepping forwards. I slightly jumped… I couldn’t contain it. She was approaching to a laptop on another desk. “In fact, you remind me of some portrait my grand-mother used to keep. May I ask you a personal question, Mister Styles?” She said casually as the printer started to work. I nodded, but all I wanted was to leave the room. “Are you a Jew?” She startled me, but I quickly recomposed myself.

“I don’t know what my religious belief has to do with my application–––I slowly stated, but I gave you my permission to ask, therefore I will answer you. I am on my father’s side. So, technically I am not.”

“I understand,” she said in a smooth tone and handed me the form she had just printed. I looked for a biro and began to read leaning on a long table. “But you have a particular bond/approach to the matter; I tell by that David’s star I see around your neck,” she remarked after a long pause. I quitted writing and instinctively grabbed it along with my cross, and straightened up.

“My father’s mother–––I muttered. I was very attached to her. She taught me Yiddish.”

“I see. Your linguistic abilities are impressive–––she declared, fixing her glass on her nose again, looking at my CV. Why didn’t you choose Semitic Studies, Mister Styles?”

“It’s more of an affective matter to me–––I explained. That’s the reason I’ve never learned Hebrew. My grand-mother didn’t speak Hebrew.”

“Most Jews don’t,” she said, glancing down, as she was thinking. I cleared my throat. “The results of the examination process will be published after the New Year’s break.” I nodded. “Well, it is a good thing to have you around, Mister Styles.”

“Thank you, Miss Franzen.” I turned away more than ready to leave.

“Mister Styles?” She asked and I turned towards her in silence. She was glaring at me. “Are you afraid of me, Mister Styles?” She said, amused. I blinked my eyes, uncomfortable, but remained silent. “I know I have quite a reputation amongst students,” she explained crossing her arms.

“I am not,” I firmly declared.

“Well, you should–––she observed with a hint of sarcasm. Because I’m extremely exigent.”

“As you say, Miss Franzen.” She smiled. I nodded and finally left, leaving the form signed over the table.

I went outside her office feeling quite puzzled by her attitude. That complete conversation was far too bizarre. I understood her questions. But her remarks. Bone structure? And, most important, what portrait was she talking about? I did fear her. She was intimidating but not quite in that way I sensed when I first met her. There was something harsh, sort of aggressive about her. I felt almost obliged to speak more than willing to do it. Maybe applying was not a very good idea after all.

Trying to get rid of those thoughts I walked through the hallways to the Literary Theory Department, and there waited for Laila to come out. I was missing her immensely, even though I’d seen her just a few hours ago. I wasn’t too fond of the idea of her working with that Eric lad. Did I have something to prove by doing what I was doing?

She walked out of the Department in a green dress. She was like a force of Nature with her wild hair and her tiny waist. She was so feminine. As she saw me she gave me that smile that sends me to Heaven. I reached for her body as she stood in her tip toes to kiss me.

“I knew you’d be here…” She said smiling warmly.

“I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.” I leant down a bit and pressed my mouth on her lips, then softly slid my tongue to reach hers. She gasped and shivered a bit, leaning back but allowing me to suck her tongue. It felt so fresh.

“I’m so happy to see you–––she said after a moment, kissing me still. Have you applied?” I simply nodded. “Are you happy?”

“I am, but because I have what I longed for all afternoon,” I said in her ear, intensely inhaling her scent. She giggled. I grabbed her hand and we walked towards the main entrance. “Do you have to be home soon?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Perhaps you want to come to my flat with me…” I knew I was acting bold, but I needed to try. I wanted to be alone with her since sunday morning.

“Mmh, sounds tempting…” She said, amused.

“Are you going to lie to you parents to sneak around with me?” I cheekily asked her.

“Actually, I am not–––she answered leaving me quite puzzled. They know about you…” She carried on.

“Do they? Have you told them about me?” I had the most strange feeling. I felt sort of honoured.

“Strictly, Georgiana told them…” She explained.

“And what do they think about it?” I said with curiosity.

“They would be glad to make your acquaintance,” she said not looking at me. By that time we had already arrived to my bus stop, so I understood she was coming home with me and felt excited.

“I never charmed parents before, but I could give it a try, as I told you yesterday,” I explained honestly. I was so curious about her family after what Georgiana said.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” she said getting closer and pressing her chest on mine. But then her eyes went wide for a second as she looked behind me. “Don’t turn, don’t turn–––she said. Act casual.” She parted from me.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“Shite–––she mumbled under her breath. Eric takes the same bus than you. He is right there.” She nodded on his direction, so I realised he’d already seen us. It felt quite good.

“Never saw him before,” I said quietly. I was telling the truth. I hadn’t acknowledged his existence until the previous day. “And how does this fact affect us?” I asked.

“I don’t know–––Laila said. It’s strange…” She was so exhaustingly fair.

“So I don’t get to kiss you until my flat?–––I spoke, coming to understand her attitude. I hate the guy.”

–.–.–

Laila’s POV

We arrived to the door of Harry’s flat and the light went out the moment he was about to put the key onto the lock. I was standing next to him, leaning against the wall. In that instant he stopped what he was doing and pinned me between his arms. I heard something that sounded as a mute stir, and thought it could be a neighbour. But he was so hot and the lights didn’t turn on, so I let myself go. He kissed me again and again, not knowing the feelings he was giving me. When we finally broke our kiss he smiled against my mouth. He breathed in and slowly opened the door. I discreetly looked around in the lounge. It had that berliner vibe.

“Would you like to go to the bathroom?” He said.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I mouthed.

“Do you mind to wait for me one single minute?”

“Absolutely…” He kissed my forehead.

I saw him leave and stayed there rocking back and forth passively. Then I heard the crack of a door opening from my left.

“Laila, Laila, is that you?” A voice called.

“Gemma, what’s happening?” I asked, alarmed by her tone, turning towards her.

“Is Harry in the bathroom?–––she asked back in despair. Laila, you have to help us!”

“Help you?–––I said, puzzled. But what’s going on?”

“Louis is here… With me, inside my bedroom…–––she explained, uncomfortable, her eyebrows frowning. We thought Harry wasn’t coming until late…” She was almost desperate.

“Gemma, if Harry finds out…” The fear started to grow inside me too.

“I know, I know. Please, entertain him while Louis sneaks out,” she said, and flicked her hand for me to react.

“But what do I do?”

“I don’t know! Anything!–––she blurted trying to control the volume of her voice. But please, help us.” I heard a distant sound of water.

“Oh, well. He’s coming out of the bathroom. I’ll distract him in the kitchen,” I snapped.

“Thank you, Laila! You are the greatest.” She closed her door and I stood there alone.

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I knew something was going on between those two. Gemma practically confessed it to me at Zayn’s flat on saturday. And the way they acted around each other… But nobody seemed to notice it. It almost seemed that nobody wanted to imagine them together. When Harry was opening the door I abruptly stepped towards him.

“I fancy a glass of water,” I said.

“This way,” he showed me and followed me as a gentleman.

I was feeling so nervous. Why won’t Gemma and Louis tell him about their relationship? Harry was sort of protective of her, but Louis was his best friend… He knew him. Oh, well, maybe because of that… And then I was meddling and that was so, so wrong. But I knew it wasn’t the best manner for Harry to find out about them.

“Thank you–––I said after drinking the whole glass. I was feeling… Hot,” I spoke with my mind working at its fastest, but yet clueless.

“I think Gemma is home. Would you like to greet her?” I was running out of time.

“What would your sister do in a situation like this, Laila?–––I asked to myself and frowned. And what would your mother do…?” Oh, well, I was going extreme anyway.

I moved towards Harry knowing Gemma would never enter that kitchen. I walked in silence, glancing at him. He knew something was happening because of the confused look he gave to me. I stood in front of him reaching for his neck. He leant down slowly when he realised my intentions. I closed my eyes and moved further. I needed his full attention because I knew it would be the moment Louis would try to leave the flat.

My kiss was aggressive. I parted my lips moistening them before forcing them against Harry’s. I slid my tongue inside his mouth and his hands gripped around my waist. I started to rub his tongue, pushing my chin towards him and softly moaning. Harry’s hands moved through my back, pulling me close, caressing me with intensity. I discreetly opened one eye to see if Harry’s eyes were closed. And they were. And he was so beautiful, so pink. And his eyelashes were so long and dark. I felt my lower belly aching for him. But then I heard a hollow sound and panicked. I must have jumped because Harry’s grip grew tighter. And then I did the only thing that came to my mind. I placed my left hand over his crotch. He groaned.

Maybe it wasn’t over yet. Maybe with that sound they made they flinched and they were still there trying to sneak Louis out. I was grazing Harry’s jeans and started to feel his reaction to my touch while we continued to kiss. Harry was grabbing my elbows as if he was preventing me from moving forward. In that moment I realised everything was so absolutely arousing. He was so surprised by my gesture. He wasn’t waiting for me to do that. And then I loved the idea of going further. I resolutely moved my fingers towards his zip. He groaned again at my tact and tightly gripped my arms. I touched the fabric of his undergarment and reached forward, caressing his penis gently. He could hardly continue kissing me as I brushed my hand on him, his head instinctively falling backwards. He was fully erected then and I just knew I wanted to carry it on all the way.

His lips were resting on my forehead. I breathed in and placed my hand under his boxers. He was so soft. Harry shivered intensely at my contact and moaned throwing his head back. I started to make my way down. Harry reached my nape and forced me to look at him. His questioning eyes were half shut. I felt my stomach stretch.

“Let me do it,” I firmly said glancing down, not able to keep looking at his green eyes anymore. He softly pulled my hair but allowed me to kneel down.

I removed his penis from his boxers. Romeo and Mercutio pink colour’s dialogue flashed into my mind. I moistened my mouth and swirled the tip of my tongue on his glans, pushing the foreskin back with my lips. Harry trembled completely. I glanced up at him. His eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure and his lips were slightly parted. He seemed so fragile. I closed my eyes as my mind went blank. It was the most amazing sensation, to have him like that. I slid one hand on his length and with my other I grabbed him by the waist. He bent down a bit, gasping. I began to softly move my hand while I kissed and lapped him with my lips and my tongue. My movements went eager as I felt Harry’s breathing became erratic and his penis pulsed beneath my touch. He started to shake and leant down a bit more, and I knew I had taken him to the edge and he was about to come. And then I felt it, his grip, a suffocated groan, his warmth in my tongue and a burning sensation flooding all around my centre. I did that trick Georgiana told me and removed myself from him, discreetly wiping the corner of my mouth.

Harry grabbed me by the shoulders and helped me to stand up, to quickly start fixing his clothes. Louis must had been out of the flat by that time, for sure, although I had absolutely lost reference of the situation. I felt shy but it was sort of foolish to act innocent after a blow job in his kitchen with his sister on her bedroom. And I could not bear the silence. I was looking down, so I decided to glance at Harry. His cheeks were pinkish and he was smiling. He held out his hands for me and pulled me into an embrace. I looked up resting my chin on his chest, biting his.

“I’m speechless…” He muttered.

“That is a paradox because you are actually speaking,” I joked.

“I may be speaking but I really don’t know what to say…”

“So this is my weapon to neutralise arguments?” He smirked and nodded.

“I will love to lose arguments to you,” he claimed.

“Double prize for me–––I meditated, winning and being able to do that to you…”

“God, Laila, why do you have to be this…?”

–.–.–

Notes

She did it for Gemma! Isn't she the greatest sister-in-law ever?

Lemma is a fact! What would happens next? So many things I'm trembling. Peace around here officially is over!!!

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