Dear Alice

“THANK fuck you’re here, love,” Louis lifted his glass of bourbon in cheers, smiling across the noisy table at Alice, “He was going crazy without you here… it was almost unbearable!” Louis lifted his chin in Harry’s direction, grinning like a smart arse.
Harry ducked his face, embarrassed at the truth.
Alice smiled, clinking her glass with Louis’, before taking a sip of her white wine.
The crowded table was full of laughter and energetic conversation, noisy and joyful as everyone chatted with one another, Niall being the loudest of all, telling some crude story to a few people at the end of the table, a story which clearly only he was finding hilarious.
Stifling a yawn, Alice looked down at where Harry’s hand rested comfortably on her thigh. Looking up at him, he smiled, flashing his dimple as he took a sip from his vodka, gently kneading his long fingers in to her skin. The touch, combined with the heated look in his green eyes, sent an instant hum of warmth straight down to her belly, her skin prickling when he chuckled low enough for only her to hear.
“Are you tired, love?” He whispered in her ear.
Resting her elbow on the table, she turned to him, leaning her head on her fist as she took a moment to rake her eyes over him, looking down at where his shirt gaped opened with a few too many buttons left undone, his tattooed chest on full display, she could see it rising and falling slightly faster than it had been only moments ago.
Nodding slowly, Alice bit down on her bottom lip, allowing her eyes to linger down further, where she was almost certain she could see an increasing bulge in the crotch of his tight skinny jeans. She felt her cheeks flush when Harry moved his hand higher up her thigh. He looked down at her plate of food, barely touched, before casting a furtive glance around the table, thankful that his friends were none the wiser. Throwing his napkin over his dinner plate, he ducked in a pressed a soft kiss to her temple, before moving his chair back, and standing, careful to hold his jacket in front of him the entire time. Alice followed suit, standing up from her seat, hoping that the people around them wouldn’t notice the heat rising up from her neck. She finished her glass of water, running her hand through her hair, leaning down and kissing Katie on the cheek.
“You’re off then?” Liam reached over his girlfriend, shaking Harry’s hand.
“Yeah, Alice is… tired.” Harry nodded, reaching back and taking her hand in his.
“Tired?” Louis yelled with a scoff, before adding, “Is that what you kids call in now days?”
Of course Niall was quick to burst out a loud hyena laugh, causing everyone around the table to smile and chuckle quietly. Harry stuck his middle finger in their general direction, smirking shyly, before turning and guiding his girl out of the restaurant, as quickly as he could manage, without appearing as desperate as he really was.


RIDING up to the 45th floor in the silent elevator, with the elevator attendant standing by the controls, Alice tried not to laugh when Harry placed his hand over her bottom, squeezing gently. Lifting her eyes, she caught sight of him in the reflective surface of the doors, watching him as he smirked to himself, keeping his eyes focused down on the marble flooring. Nudging him with her elbow, she shot the attendant a cautious glance, thankful to see him professionally impassive, looking straight ahead.
“Your floor, Mr Styles,” The man smiled politely, holding the doors open.
Harry handed him a tip, patted him on the shoulder and smiled before waiting for Alice to exit. Taking her hand in his, lacing his fingers with hers, he led the way down the quiet corridor, taking his time, basking in her presence beside him.
Alice looked around, at the elegant paintings on the wall, the plush hallway carpet and the crystal light fittings; pure opulence.
Stopping at the door, 4506, Harry took his key card from the pocket inside his blazer, sliding it in to the slot, pushing open the door as the lights inside the suite illuminated. They stepped inside and immediately, Alice was in awe. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she hadn’t been expecting floor to ceiling glass, looking out over Central Park, the glowing lights of the New York City skyscrapers surrounding them twinkling like a million stars. She walked, aimlessly around the massive king bed, like she was in some kind of trance, her eyes completely focused on the view, taking a minute to stop at the glass and take it all in.
Feeling Harry’s presence behind her, she felt his hand gently sweep her hair aside, his warm breath on her skin as he leaned closer to place a soft kiss to the side of her neck.
“I never expected New York City to be this beautiful…” She whispered, feeling the need to keep her voice low so as not to disturb the sheer magnificence of it.
“I’ve been here so many times before,” Harry started, leaning his chin on her shoulder, looking out at the view before them, “Never before have I seen the beauty…”
Turning her head to look at him, she frowned.
“I think it’s you that makes it beautiful!” He smiled, kissing her cheek.
She stared at him for a long moment, taking him in, from the gold flecks in his green eyes, to the cupids bow in his lip and how even when he was still so evidently exhausted, his smile was never far away, pulling at the dimple in his left cheek.
“I love you.” She eventually spoke, never before meaning the words any more than right at that moment.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, the words seriously affecting him.
Standing tall, Harry wrapped his arms around Alice’s waist, turning her to face him. He looked down at her, a smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes roamed over her from her eyes, down further, lingering slightly longer at her lips, all the way down where they stopped at her chest. Taking one hand, he placed it into the centre, gently resting it over the soft beat of her heart. Staring in to her eyes, he leaned in, moving his lips so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips.
“You own me, Alice,” He whispered so low, she barely heard the words.
Closing the sliver of distance between them, their lips met and ever so softly, he pushed his tongue inside, warmth and sweetness. Alice lifted her arms up, reaching around and holding on to his shoulders as she deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue with hers, moaning almost inaudibly as his breath quickened. Picking her up in arms, effortlessly, Harry carried her over toward the bed, gently placing her down on to the soft silk bedding. Taking off his jacket and shirt, he didn’t want to waste any time, leaning in and taking her face in his hands, claiming her mouth again and gently coaxing her back on to the bed, crawling over her and covering her body with his, careful not to crush her.
Sliding his hand up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, Harry kissed his way from Alice’s lips, down over her chin, trailing feather light kisses down her neck, stopping just short of the lacy edge of her bra, peeking out from underneath her shirt. Pulling away, he linked his fingers in to the waist of her knickers, slowly pulling them down. She lifted her hips off the bed, helping him pull them all the way down her bare legs, tossing them aside, before moving in between her knees. His fingers moved, achingly slow as he unbuttoned each button on her shirt, his eyes staying completely focused on hers.
Watching him take his time with undressing her, like he was unwrapping a birthday present, Alice was almost panting. Never before had she wanted anything, more than the way she wanted Harry at that moment. She needed to be one with him, feel him breathe with her, feel his heart beating in sync with hers, two becoming one.
Once he had undone each button, he moved her shirt apart, taking in the black lacy bra she was wearing and the way her chest moved up and down with every breath she took. Meeting her eyes, he smirked knowingly, knowing exactly what his persistence was doing to her. He ducked his head, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow under her chest, flicking the tip of his tongue out and slowly licking and sucking his way down, stopping at the waist of her skirt. Looking up at her, from beneath his lashes and heavily hooded eyes, Harry continued kissing and sucking at her soft skin, pulling her skirt down over her hips, all the way down, until she lay before, almost completely bare, impatiently writhing, trying to stifle her heavy breaths by biting down on her bottom lip.
Glancing down at Harry, lingering over her most intimate area, Alice nervously reached out, running her fingers through the long lengths of his hair, smiling as he leaned in to her touch, closing his eyes when she scratched her nails over his scalp. Moving down lower, he flicked his hair out of his face, before offering her an almost devilish grin. She paused, watching as his eyes moved from hers, down over the curve of her breasts, following the same trail his tongue had made only seconds ago, until he focused in on her core, open and completely bare to him. She felt her cheeks flush, never before had she been looked at like that, so closely, so personally.
Harry smirked to himself, before suddenly burying his face in to her, much to her absolute shock.
Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, only clamping them around his head and ultimately pushing him in further. He linked his arms underneath her thighs, taking his time kissing softly, licking and gently blowing hot breath over her, heightening the intensity of it all.
Once the initial shock had worn off, Alice began to feel every part of Harry’s lips and tongue, swirling inside of her, every so often flicking something that would make her whole body convulse and almost jump up off the bed, chuckling to himself at her body’s reaction to him. She found herself moaning in ecstasy, tugging at his hair and actually pushing him in closer to her. Harry smiled to himself, humming as he licked and sucked, his fingers pressing in to the flesh of her thighs almost to the point of pain; she knew she would most definitely bruise.
“Oh my god…” Alice breathed out, felling as if all the air was being sucked out of her lungs, her eyes involuntarily rolling back in her head.
“Look at me, baby,” Harry hissed between licks.
She opened her eyes, looking down at him, his tongue lapping at her, his hair mussed up and almost covering his face.
“I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come…” He whispered, pressing his tongue further, wrapping his lips around her and suckling.
It was a combination of the look in his eyes, the filth behind his words and what he was doing with his lips and tongue, that instantly made her back arch off the bed, her legs clamping tightly around his head, as she felt her entire body begin to tremble, unable to hold in her moans and cries. Never before had she felt such pleasure, never before had she felt so undone, and never before had she ever felt so completely connected to one person to the point of tears welling in her eyes.
Harry lifted his head, his mouth glistening from her, he smirked, wiping the back of his hand over his lips before slowly crawling up, over her, his eyes still blazing.
“Fuck…” Alice panted, trying to catch her breath.
“Fuck!” He agreed, growling under his breath as he moved in close, pressing his lips to hers, ravenously.

Notes

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