27 Tattoos

It was about 5 in the morning and you were currently helping El get into a taxi, the rest of your guests had left.

“Wanna know a seeeeecrettt?” She slurred, unable to put her seatbelt on or pronounce her words correctly.

“Sure.” You laughed, strapping her into the back of the taxi.

“Me and Louissss has seeeexx.” She giggled, fiddling with her hair. What. The. Fuck? Maybe she was just drunk and making stuff up?

“Uhm, when?” I ask her, hoping for a half-sober reply.

“A couple of months agoooo… I’m tired.” She said, going off topic.

“Shhhhhhhhhh, don’t teellll.” She whispered, placing her finger messily on your lips, you pulled her hand off your face, said your goodnights and shut the door, telling the driver her address.

Walking back up your drive, you see a figure standing in the door.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” You ask, nearing him.

“Well, I’m not going to leave you all alone now, am I?” He smirks, eyeing you up and down.

“I thought you left with Lou, Zayn, Niall and Perrie?” You question.

“Obviously not, scene as I’m standing here, talking to you.” He says, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Okay, sassy pants.” You retort, pushing past him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He says, grabbing your wrists.

“Uhm, to the kitchen?” You say, your statement coming out as more of a question.

“Nuh-uh. We’re going to the bedroom to have a bit of fun.” He smirks whilst licking his lips, his eyes growing dark, consumed by lust.

“Harry, no.” You say firmly, trying to pull yourself from his grasp. He pulled you into his chest and turned you around so your body was sandwiched in between his body and the doorframe. “Harry, someone will see.” You whisper, “Can’t we at least go inside?” You plead.

“Of course.” He says, lifting you up, bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Harryyyyyyyy.” You whine as he places you on the bed.

“It’s 5 in the morning, (Y/N). We’ll clean up tomorrow.” He says, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“And who said you could stay?” You ask, your eyebrows raised and he smirks at you.

“Fine. (Y/N), please may I sleep in your lovely home?” He laughs.

“Nope. Get out.” You say simply and get up, opening the door and gesturing for him to leave. He makes his way over to you, but instead of leaving he grabs you by the waist, pushing you up against the wall, his lips inches from yours.

“Still want me to leave?” He whispers, his bare chest pressed against your clothed one.

“Maybe.” You smirk and he closes the gap between your lips. His hands roamed all over your body, tracing up and down your sides. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You denied him access to your mouth which then resulted in him grabbing your bum, your mouth opened in shock, giving Harry enough time to slip his tongue in. You battled for dominance, Harry obviously winning. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths, massaging them, it was perfect. The kiss was getting heated; Harry picked you up by the waist and threw you on the bed, taking no time to climb on top of you. Lifting your dress up, his lips made their way to your collar bones, sucking on them, a moan escaping from your lips.