I haven't slept in 9 days. My diet consists of adderall, energy drinks, coffee and ham sandwiches. My hair is falling out and the bags under my eyes are bigger than Liam's dick. Other than that, I'm good. What's up with you guys? Enjoy the chapter!

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They were out to dinner. Some fancy restaurant just outside of town. Harry discovered the place in a few months ago, instantly falling in love with it. He couldn't think of a better place to take Khai to make up for his abundant amount of absence.

Dates.

Fake dates, that is. That's all Harry has been doing. Going on fake dates with Luna.

His father made it his life's priority to see to it that the two were with each other at every time possible. Whether it was golfing, going to watch a film or just hanging out at each other's place. Now I know you may ask "Why doesn't he just ditch Luna and go to Khai?"

Well, you see, that was the initial plan. For them to leave together and separate once they were out of the eyes of Mark Styles. But Mark is a smart man, an asshole, but he was a pretty damn smart man. He would call Harry every thirty minutes while he was on his "date" with Luna. And each time he did it, he demanded to have him speak with Luna.

Son of a bitch.

Harry took in the sight of masterpiece in front of him. She was in a red dress. A sweetheart cut red dress that stopped mid- thigh.

Red, red , red.

God, did he want to rip it off her. He wanted to fuck her senseless. Fuck her until she was temporarily paralyzed. He craved the feeling of her nails clawing at his back. He craved hearing her scream his name in ecstasy. He just wanted to relieve his stress. But, at the same time, he wanted to make love.

Sweet love.

He wanted to every inch of him to be wrapped around him by her. He wanted to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Remind her how much he loves her. Fuck, does he love her. He wants to make up for his absence.

Harry watched as her dark red painted lips wrapped around the straw of her lemonade. And he couldn't help but wish he was in the inanimate's position right now. She ordered chicken pasta while Harry went with crab. He made sure to stare her down. Hopefully, having her catch his sexually frustrated drift. And it probably worked. Her eyes avoided his. Her dark skin turning crimson every time Harry would brush his leg against hers or rub her thumbs.

Khai broke the silence "You look handsome"

Harry was dressed in some suit from Burberry. His black slacks weren't right. But they weren't baggy either. They were... Perfect.

Khai sucked up another bit of her lemonade. Being sure to look him dead in the eyes while licking her lips sensually. She knew exactly what he was doing, and she thought "two can play it this game."

Although she was suppose to feel some sort of way because of Harry's attendance, she was frustrated too. She wanted him. No, she needed him.

So. Fucking. Bad.

Harry's slacks tightened in frustration. Words were unable to be formed, so he nodded.

"How's your crab?" Khai kicked off her black heels, slowly brushing her foot against Harry's. Painfully slow, for Harry that is.

And she just kept going higher and higher

And he just got harder and harder.

Khai smirked, liking the response she was getting.

"Let's get out of here," he finally rasped out.

Khai batted her eyelashes innocently, "But I'm not done with my pasta."

"Hurry up," he whined.

She ate slowly, sensually. She was teasing him and he knew it

Eventually, the both finished their meals. Harry paid for it, despite Khai's efforts to pay for her share.

They were in the parking lot, walking hand in hand to Harry's BMW. Upon reaching the vehicle, Khai's back was slammed into the passenger door, hands being held avocet her head as Harry's front pressed to hers. She moaned in pleasure.

"This is what you do to me," Harry says, pressing his erection harder to her front. Khai's eyes scrunched in pleasure while Harry was mentally clapping himself for parking around back. They were out of sight, and he could do anything he wanted.

"I'm so fucking in love with you." Harry's places light kisses to Khai's necks, sucking harshly on her soft skin once he found that one spot. That spot he had become so accustomed to over the years.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

And so he did. He made sweet love to the love of his life in the back of his car in a parking lot. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as she moaned in ecstasy, just like he wanted to.

They were on cloud nine. The two of them.

Engulfed in a world that was just the two of them. No Mark, no Luna. Just Harry and Khai and their everlasting love.

"I love you."

"I love you more," she responded.

He placed a kiss on her lips that were no longer tinted perfectly with red lipstick. He was so content. So fucking happy to spend time with Khaj. He was happy. A feeling he hasn't felt in a good amount of time.

"We both know that's not fucking possible."

Notes

Didn't go in detail in the smut in this chapter because I wanna leave you all with suspense.

Lots of love.