When He Holds Your Hand

Kissing Harry felt so natural; our movements were so in sync that I could have laid there for hours letting our tongues express how much we’d missed each other. His fingers dug into my buttocks, grip tightening every time I moved my hips, grinding my heat against his hardness. I shuddered as the fly of his jeans rubbed against my clit through my underwear so deliciously I thought I was going to pass out; Harry laughed gently against my lips before a wave of pleasure hit him and he groaned, aloud.

The sound of my phone beeping brought my attention back to how quickly time was passing. I sat up and looked down at Harry: his mouth was puffy and red, his styled hair now pointed this way and that while his shirt was halfway up his torso.

“Why you stop?” he breathed, reaching up to pull me back down.

“We have to get back, people will be wondering where we are,” I whimpered while he tried to tempt me by rocking his hips to rub himself against my pussy. “Harry…”

With such strength I never knew I had, I managed to slide off his legs and stand up, albeit with wobbly knees. Harry groaned loudly, hand reaching down to touch his cock over his jeans.

“Layla! You’re killing me!”

I laughed to hide that I had killed myself by refusing his advances. Picking up my bag, I checked my phone in case the messages had been from Will. To my huge relief it was from Rose, sending me a much too late reminder not to get involved with Harry again.

Stood on opposite ends of the lift, we faced each other with stupid grins.

“I’ll let you know when we can meet next,” Harry spoke as soon as the doors shut, “but I want to spend the night with you, maybe two.”

“I’ll see what I can do… A different place though? That one has been tainted.”

“Okay,” he nodded in agreement, “you find a hotel and I’ll sort it out.”

“No silliness this time, Harry” I asked just as we reached the ground floor. “I can’t risk anyone finding out.”

“I promise.” Looking up at Harry as we stepped out into the foyer, he was serious when he spoke, “I’ll play by your rules.”

The party was in full swing but Will, Mia and Terry were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t know anybody other than Harry so I grabbed a drink and found a table to watch everyone dance and have a good time; especially Harry, who hugged everyone and laughed his genuine nose wrinkled laugh.

It wasn’t long though until he was sat by my side, drink in hand and shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

“You should come meet my family,” he leaned across the arm of the seat to talk to me, “I feel awful that you’re on your own.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Harry, I’m fine though. Listen, I spend most parties I attend with Will on my own, I’m well practiced”.

Harry frowned before looking around the room. “I have to say, all I can think about is bending you over this table,” his fingertips touched the table in front of us, “and burying my face between your thighs.”

My eyes widened at his words and the casualness in his voice; he spoke as though he’d just informed me he had had cornflakes for breakfast.

“Well…that sounds…” The throbbing and ache I felt had me momentarily speechless. “My thighs?”

“Yours. Definitely yours.” Taking a sip of a drink, he tilted his head to look at me with hazy eyes, “Is that ok?”

I nodded and smiled politely, “I’m ok with that.”

Harry opened his mouth to speak again but a woman with brunette hair appeared at his side. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leant down to speak in his ear. I watched with an
odd feeling of jealousy–this woman was gorgeous even if she was older than even I was.

“Sorry to interrupt, love, but Gemma wants a photo of us in the photo booth.”

Harry’s face lit up as he turned to look at her. “Mum! I want you to meet Layla!” He grabbed her hand and made her sit next to him, “Layla, this is my mum, Anne.”

Jealousy was replaced with horror that the woman was Harry’s mother, the woman who raised him to be the person I was mesmerised by. Anne looked at me and I knew that she knew who I was.

“It’s nice to meet you,” my voice shook and my smile was forced. I didn’t know whether to shake her hand, stand up and hug her or stay where I was. Her cold manner gave me my answer so I stayed put, unable to move now even if I wanted to.

“And you too.” She stood up and tapped Harry on the arm, “Don’t be long, Harry.”

We watched in silence as Anne walked away, both definitely hoping that that meeting had gone a lot better than it had.

“You told your mother?” Speaking finally I thought I would be angry but instead I felt sad that his mum very obviously felt a huge amount of dislike for me.

“I needed someone to talk to when we fell out, and I trust her more than anyone.” He stroked my knee under the table, he looked at me earnestly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I get it.” Our eyes met and I just wanted to kiss him to reassure him. “You should probably go get your photos. I’m going to try to find Will.”

“Ok, but don’t forget to look for a hotel.” Harry got to his feet and leant down, pressing his lips to my cheek before moving his kiss to the corner of my mouth, “I’ll see you soon.”

He straightened and I nodded, my eyes looking up at him. He hesitated then walked away, and instantly, I missed him.

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