Valerie’s POV People start arriving at nine and Sandra puts on some music. She plays Coldplay which is her favourite band of all times alongside The Beatles and I like both of them so I’m not imposing my musical choices tonight. I still feeling this weird thing in my chest though even with my girlfriends around. Cara is over too which is nice because she is fun and caring. Britt, who was my partner in my first Hollywood movie notices I’m weird but I give her a funny grimace with eyes crossed and she lets go.

At nine thirty Louis, Niall, Liam, Sophia, Louise, Harry and Eleanor arrive. I greet them glad to see them and then I get extra excited with Eleanor and we both hug each other like old friends. I greet Harry pecking his lips and hugging him and feel how the way we look at each other is different since yesterday. I mean, yesterday was sort of like our first time. It was the first time we made love. I don’t know if he feels suffocated because I told him I loved him so I don’t say it again although I feel how that stupid weird thing in my chest which was annoying me a few minutes ago vanishes as soon as he walks through the door. Eleanor and I chat about her new job as a model while she is sitting on Louis’ lap. Louis hasn’t got away from her not even an inch since they arrived. I am even surprised they are here though since El arrived two hours ago. I understand they want to spend some time together. Louis and I both ask her things and smile happily at her excitement. She seems genuinely happy and we both are glad she is. I decide I’ll let them some time alone and search for Harry but I find him having a good time laughing with Sandra, her boyfriend and some of my guy friends so I decide I’ll go talk to Sophia. We chat for a while and laugh at Liam. He seems so serious but really, he is hilarious. I think I laugh more with Liam than with any other of the lads because he is genuinely funny. He doesn’t mess around like Louis and I but he has this smart and hilarious sense of humour. Sophia tells me some pathetic moments of Liam’s life and I laugh my ass out. Then we have the greatest idea of all times and we search for Liam’s video diaries which he recorded with his webcam in his bedroom when he just got into X Factor and we both laugh our ass out. I end up with a stomach ache of laughing this much. As I go to the kitchen to get a drink, a tipsy Britt follows me and starts dancing in the kitchen and I dance with her and laugh. I mean I’m drunk too. She tells me how it has been to work with George Clooney and we both laugh at her silliness. Britt is fun. Then we both sit down on the couch next to Paula who is telling a story of a fun friend of ours and someone grabs me by my hand and takes me out of the couch and into the garden. -Are you planning on talking to me tonight? – Harry asks pretending to be annoyed but he is smiling so I don’t buy it. -I wasn’t, to be honest, but I guess I am now. – I tell him pretending to be serious and he laughs. -The worst thing about it is that it is most likely true. – He laughs. -What are you talking about? I was going to talk to you when I found you having fun with the male section of the party so I back off and let you have a good time. -I’d always rather be with you; I thought you already knew that. I smile widely at him before kissing him long and sweetly for the first time tonight. -I guess I was just giving you some space. Sometimes I feel like I suffocate you, to be honest. – I confess to him eventually. -What are you talking about? Don’t give me any space, I don’t want space, I want you everywhere. – I chuckle and blush at his words. – I feel I suffocate you because you are always willing to meet your girl friends and I’m always willing to see you and be with you. I know I can’t take all of your time though but I... – He stops there and burns his eyes into mine smiling sweetly at me. -I love you, Harry. – I can’t help but to say what I feel all the time. That’s part of my weird self, you could say. He crushes his lips with mine moaning when our lips touch and I smile against his lips. I’m glad he has hidden us behind the stair of my balcony so that I can kiss him without censorship because of the public. I lead him upstairs and we end up in my balcony. I lay him down on the mountain of white pillows I have here in the balcony and hop on top of him, knowing nobody can see us anymore. He places his hands under his head almost forming a heart with his arms around her flawless face and I get comfortable sitting down on top of his waist. I caress his chest through the fabric of his shirt. -Yesterday night was beautiful. – I tell him as I relive in my head every single minute of our love making session. -You are beautiful. – He is so stern tonight. -Are you okay, love? - I ask him caressing the outline of his nose. He closes his eyes and smiles. -What? -Are you okay? -Crap, I wanted you to repeat the last part of the question. – I give him a confused look since I don’t know what the hell he is talking about and he laughs. – You called me love. I nod smiling at him and unbutton his shirt slowly. I open his shirt and caress his chest skin to skin. -Would you tell me the real meaning of your tattoos if I asked you? -Would you laugh? -Are you an idiot? Of course I won’t! I love you too much to make fun of you. He smiles tenderly at me. So even though he wouldn’t say he loves me, he seems to like hearing it. Maybe he is not there yet. -What do these mean? – I ask him tracing the sparrows with the tip of my fingers and he sighs. -The one which is on the right side represents travelling and being out on the road all the time and the one which is on the left side, where the heart is, represents finding always your way back home. He looks sternly at me and I smirk at his words caressing his chest. I like that he is this sensitive and thoughtful and I am feeling so in love right now it’s like I’m floating. -And this one? – I trace his moth with my fingers and he smiles. -That one is embarrassing. -Won’t you tell me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but I’m not telling anyone. -That one represents... transformation and change. I grew up in the band and I’m still growing up personally and professionally with the lads all the time. It’s kind of a reminder of how I have grown since this whole madness started; who I was when I lived in Cheshire and who I am now. -Who do you like better? -I like who I am when I’m with you. He looks sternly at me and I burn my eyes on his. I have to kiss him. I bend down and kiss him tenderly with my hands on his abs taking my weight and he kisses me buring his fingers in my hair. I get back to my position afterwards. -Have you ever thought of getting one? -Yes, but I wouldn’t because of my job. You can always paint a fake tattoo on my skin if you want me to play an inked girl but it’s more difficult to take it away if you don’t want me to have a tattoo. – He nods knowingly - I hope at some point that would be just nonsense. I don’t know why that would matter anyway. You are who you are and it doesn’t matter if you have a tattoo or not as it doesn’t matter if you are blond or brunette but some people just don’t get it. -What would you get? -A huge and accurate drawing of my cat’s face inking my entire back. – Harry tries to hide his surprise and nods but he squints his eyes and I laugh. – I’m messing with you. – He chuckles and pushes my arm. – I wanted to get a dream catcher on my flank area – I tell him caressing my flank right where my ribs are. -And it would have meant... -That I am where I am even if I have some unwanted dream catchers around. – He presses his lips together in approval and I go on caressing his belly. – You know, dream catchers are supposed to catch bad dreams so, really, they should be called nightmare catchers but anyway, - he rolls his eyes at my point but we both know I’m right – when I told my family I wanted to be an actress they... Well, no one supported me. They thought I should be a doctor or a scientist because I was a good student. I moved to London working as a nanny so that I could look for a chance and I got it and here I am now. -That’s beautiful, Valerie and I’m glad you decided to follow your dreams even if your family didn’t support you because I most likely wouldn’t have met you otherwise. I smile at him feeling totally in cloud nine but I feel this is getting too cheesy even for me so I try to lighten the mood. Plus, we have completely abandoned our friends at my own house, which is sort of funny if you ask me. -Can I confess something to you? – I say childishly smiling. -Sure. – He chuckles. -I had singing lessons at the Royal Academy of Arts in London four years ago. He laughs hard and I smile looking at him. -Jesus Christ, don’t you ever say that to anyone. – He keeps on laughing. – Either they would think you are messing with them or you would leave The Royal Academy of Arts as shit. -Come on! Don’t be that mean! I have never sung seriously to you. Maybe I’m not that bad in my tone. -In your tone? Does your voice have a tone? – He laughs. -You are being so cruel to me. I thought you liked me. – I pretend I’m hurt. -Come on, you know I do. Maybe you have to sing seriously to me so that I can laugh harder. -Okay. I stand up and get in my room pretending to be annoyed. To be honest, I’m sort of annoyed but not because he laughs at me (I don’t give a damn about that) but because he hasn’t said he loved me when I teased him telling him that I thought he liked me. I really expected an “I don’t like you, I love you” or something like that. How can I be so stupid? It’s not his fault anyway and he is actually doing what is normal. We are breaking up in a week so why would he fall for me? As I look for my shoes in my bedroom I hear him getting into my room. -Are you seriously mad? I was kidding, baby. I’m sure you have your tone and that you are even good at it. I actually don’t even think you are that bad, I was just teasing you. He is somewhat concerned about me being mad at him because of that nonsense and that makes me smile. I get closer to him and kiss his lips sweetly and he holds my face to prolong our kiss, tracing my lips with his tongue asking for an entrance which he obviously gets. We kiss long and as soon as our kiss turns passionate I pull out as he whines searching for my mouth. -I want to make love to you as yesterday. – He says looking into my eyes. -With everyone downstairs. Great idea. He pushes me against the desk and hops me there opening my legs with his and placing himself in the middle of my legs, our groins touching. -They have music and if you are quiet they don’t need to know. – He says against my lips and kisses me feverishly. I smile at his eagerness. I try to pull out but he wouldn’t let me, following my mouth with his and catching my lips all the time. I pull his chest with my hands but he takes my hands and places them around his neck and I understand I won’t go away that easily. He sucks my lips and bites my neck and then he caresses my belly near my sex. If I don’t pull out now I am not going to be able to pull out until he is done so I caress his dick through the denim fabric and he moans against my lips. I kiss his neck slowly and sexily and I pull him towards the bed whilst he smiles against my lips thinking he has won. I push him on my bed and he smiles at me when I turn around and exit my room running and laughing my ass out. -What? Valerie! Come on! It is not funny! I laugh harder until I hear him running behind me. When I turn around I see him fully running to try to catch me before I get to my friends. I run laughing excited as a kid and he runs chuckling behind me. I get to the stairs and he sprints faster but he is not fast enough and I make it downstairs out of breath and smiling at the top of the stairs where Harry is waiting with a frown. The people who are sitting on the couch look at me confused and laugh and I burst into laughter trying to catch my breath. A minute later when everyone is on their own business again, Harry gets downstairs and looks at me with squinting eyes while I blow kisses for him. -I hate you. – He says frowning at me. I stick my tongue out at him and keep on talking to my friends on the couch. Gosh, I love this kid. Harry’s POV I am supposed to be listening to Britt but I can’t take Valerie out of my head at the moment. I keep reliving our talk about my tattoos. She doesn’t know I never talk about that with anybody but if felt so natural to talk about that with her it was crazy. And she has opened herself up to me crazily telling me the tattoo she would have got and the meaning of it. I think it would look great on her, if you ask me. She is astonishing. She has left me with a dry mouth by the way. Seeing her running in that black short of hers in front of me was driving me mad. If she is not going to have sex with me then she can’t show me her legs, belly and shoulders. She is giving me, and every guy in this room as I am sure, a really hard time. I can’t take my eyes off of her either while she is chatting with her friends or dancing on her own table. She is barefoot as usual. I love her. I really do and that’s why I don’t tell her. She tells me she loves me all the time yet I don’t think she really does. I know she likes me, any idiot could see that, but if she loved me she wouldn’t leave me next Tuesday. I, on the other hand, am madly in love with her and that’s why I don’t want to let her go. Only thinking of next Tuesday hardens my expression and I can’t help to think about it every time I’m with her. She has noticed before but I don’t want to talk to her about that since I know it would ruin everything. I’ll talk about that with Louise if I quit feeling this stupid about it. When I’m about to stand up and grab another beer, Valerie sits on my lap giving me a beer and smiling. I would never get tired of looking at her smiling self. She is precious. -I saw you didn’t have a drink anymore. – She kisses the tip of my nose and I just stare at her smiling like an idiot. This is what she does to me. -Thank you, baby. I caress her back while we talk to her friends who are really nice. When Magic by Coldplay is on the radio, Valerie throws her head back and I smile. She loves this song. She really loves music and I know it is a huge part of her life even if she is not part of the music industry. She starts to swing her body from side to side on top of me and when Chris Martin begins with his line she sings in my ear.

-“Call it magic, call it true, call it magic when I’m with you. And I just got broken, broken into two, still I call it magic when I’m next to you.” – She then looks into my eyes and moves her head from side to side while she sings. – “And I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, it’s true and I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, want anybody else but you.”

She burns her eyes into mine sort of trying to read my mind and caresses my face while I rest my hand around her body, at the height of her buttocks. “Can’t get over you, still I call it magic, you’re such a precious jewel”.

-Do you want to get out of here? – She asks me smiling sexily. Even though I want, she must be out of her mind, she is drunk.

-You do realize we are at your house, don’t you? – She nods as a kid. – And that it is two am.

-So? – She asks getting closer to me. – There are way too many people here. I want to be alone with you.

-Louis and Eleanor are at my place though. We will have to lock ourselves in my bedroom. – Like if that was a problem.

-That sounds tempting but I want to go to the beach.

I smile at her plan. She is completely out of her mind but I love her so much I would go with her wherever she says. Man, I have fallen hard.

I wait for her at the door and she gets downstairs with a bag and her guitar case. She gets into the kitchen while I smile at her and grabs some bananas, cookies and water for the two of us. So she thinks she is going to the beach with a monkey.

She indicates the way for me as I drive and she kisses my cheek every now and then. I interlace my fingers with hers and it almost feels like this is real. Why wouldn’t she be mine forever? I can’t believe this is ending.

We make it to the beach laughing because everything is so dark here we can barely see each other. Then she takes some candles out of her bag and places them on the candles cover she has also brought forming a circle on the sand. She lightens every candle and there I see her moving around as a ghost. I must be dreaming.

She places one of her colourful duvets on the sand in the middle of the candles and sits down tapping the spot in front of her for me to sit down. I take my cell phone out and take a few pictures of her laughing and covering her face until she poses for me and I smile like a fool. I sit down in front of her and take all of her in at the lights of the candles. Valerie Veneel is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

-We’ll make a deal. – She says smiling at me and I instantly feel how my heart gets filled with hope, hoping she is giving us a chance as a real couple. – I’ll sing seriously for you if you sing for me afterwards. I can play the guitar for you while you sing if you want.

-Deal. – I shake her hand and she pecks my lips excited.

She then takes her guitar and gives it to me.

-I thought you were singing to me firstly. – I say chuckling.

-Change of plans. I have thought that as soon as I sing for you, you are going to fall in love with me – she rolls her eyes pretending to be tired of the burden of being perfect – so you better sing first since there is no risk I fall in love with you – I nod at her sincerity, somewhat hurt – as I already did when you picked me up from set because I had a headache.

I stare at her feeling my heart is going to explode from love for her. I am not holding anything back from her anymore. I want to believe she means that she loves me too.

-What makes you think I’m not in love with you? – I ask her sternly.

As soon as I see the spark in her eyes my heart burst inside me. Her face bights more than all of her candles together and I can listen to her breath with the sea as the background sound.

-You have never said that to me.

-Do you need me to tell you? Can’t you see? I am a fool for you, Valerie. You have just got me to go to the beach at half past two in the morning for god’s sake. - I chuckle. - I made genuine love to you yesterday’s night and that’s because I love you as crazy.

She smiles widely at me and crushes her lips happily with mine. We make out with her guitar between us for what feels like hours and then she pulls out and pecks my lips several times while I smile. She tells me that she loves me between each kiss and for a minute there are only two people in the world as far as I’m concerned.

-So what are you singing for me? – She asks grinning at me and caressing the back of my neck.

-Still thinking about it.

-It’s totally allowed to sing songs with a message. – She says evilly grinning at me.

-Songs with a message? – I laugh at her while she wiggles her eyebrows. – Alright. Let’s see what I can get.

I’d sing A world with you by Jason Mraz to her because if she wants a message then there she goes. There’s a petit problem though and it’s the fact that I don’t know how to play the guitar for that song so I’ll have to sing one of our original songs. Luckily there is one which fits.

“There’s a lighting in your eyes I can’t deny, then there’s me inside a sinking boat running out of time without you I’ll never make it out alive but I know, yes I know, we’ll be alright”.

I’m looking at her while I’m singing and I’m starting to worry about my mental health. Valerie is too beautiful and perfect to be real; maybe I have just made up this whole situation; maybe I have just made her up. She is smiling at me and I know I am the luckiest man on Earth right now having Val looking at me like that. She is beautiful and I’m in love with her as an idiot. If it were up to me, I will marry her tonight so that she is staying with me. Either I’m crazy or I’m hammered; maybe both.

-I love this song so much and your voice...That was beautiful, Harry. Thank you. – She smiles sincerely at me and I appreciate that she even listens to us. – You know? I don’t know why I have never told you but, even though you think you know who my favourite singers are, I think you don’t believe you are one of them. I mean you know the kind of music I listen to, but vocally, your voice. Damn it. It’s like heaven. – She smiles at me and I know that, as embarrassing as it sounds, I’m blushing. – And now it’s my turn. Don’t be cruel to me.

I bet she thinks I’m going to laugh at her but I won’t. I really don’t think she is that bad and I think she sings badly purposely because she is embarrassed. She seriously has one of the most beautiful and sexiest voices I have ever heard when she talks so why would it be so different when she signs? I mean she can’t sing I will always love you but I think she would manage with other tone. Let’s see what she can do.

She takes her guitar and coughs and I think that’s too cute so I have to kiss her cheek.

-Hey, you sang that song because of what the song says or just because you like it?

-You wanted a song with a message.

It’s embarrassing for me to beg her to be my real girlfriend and not to leave me next week but I could use a song for that. She nods. I’m sure she has a song with a message too and I’m willing to listen to it. She starts to play the guitar and I am feeling so damn happy just by getting to watch her playing the guitar and smiling at her fingers with her legs folded and the guitar leaned on them. I know the song but can’t quite put my finger on it yet until she starts to sing a magnificent acoustic cover of Beast of burdenby The Rolling Stones.

Val smiles at me when she sings the chorus and my mind goes blank. She is all I can see, listen to or think about right now. I have to say she is sexy when she sings and that she is not bad at all; for sure she took singing lessons at the drama school. My chest is even hurting just by watching her acoustic performance just for me and I wonder if she felt the same when it was me who was singing. I really hope she did.

When she finishes singing the song, she looks at the duvet biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes as if she did something wrong. I take her chin and lift her head to look into her eyes and I can feel how hot her face is. She is blushing hard.

-Valerie, I love you.

She smiles widely at me. Why does it feel so good to say it?

-Then make love to me.

She asking me to make love to her blows my mind and I know she can tell. I place her guitar on the sand outside of the duvet and lay her down. I take a few seconds to record this image on my head and I decide I rather take a picture with my phone. Valerie laughs when she realizes what I’m doing so she is more than beautiful in the holy picture I have just taken. She is lying on the colourful duvet, her face surrounded by her long beautiful hair and all of her surrounded by candles. I hop on top of her and caress her face pulling her hair out, amazed at her.

-You are so serious. – She points out as I trace the outline of her nose with my index finger.

-I am so in love. - I don’t even know why I say these things to her.

Valerie’s POV

- I am so in love. – Harry says burning his eyes into mine and caressing my face.

I couldn’t be happier, I’m sure of that. What I’m feeling right now is so weird. My chest is hurting since he sang that song for me and every time our eyes meet my heart warns me that I have to be careful or I’ll have a heart attack. In between this endless bliss I also feel like literally crying since I am aware we only have eleven days left together.

-Baby, are you okay? – Harry has noticed.

-I am so incredibly happy right now, I can’t handle – my voice cracks inevitably – it.

-Talk to me, babe. – He caresses my hair knowing I love it.

I kiss him like it is the last time I’m kissing him again as I try not to ruin our night. I don’t want to show him I also want to “escape from the city and follow the sun” with him because it’s not what I’m doing. I love him, but I don’t want to have a relationship that is bound to be a failure. We just can’t be together, we are too busy and I’m too young to have a boyfriend I never see.

-I love you, Harry.

-I wish things were different. – He rests his forehead on mine and I feel his hot sigh hitting my face.

-What do you mean? – What does he want to change? I have fucked up again, such a classic.

-I mean I wish I don’t have to go. I wish I could stay with you and follow you around until you accept to be mine. – He pecks my face after that.

-I wish that too.

-I don’t want to let you go, Valerie. – He burns his eyes into mine and I sort of feel like he is almost begging me to stay with him. It’s not fair.

-You know as well as I do it wouldn’t work. You are going on that crazy tour of yours and I’m shooting a movie in Brazil and Dublin. We won’t see each other not even once in like two months?

-I could...

-You couldn’t. – I interrupt him but my tone is soft. – Do you think this is not hard for me? We will be alright, Harry. Right now you don’t see clearly because well, we are in love and we don’t think straight at the moment but you will see. It would be fine. Please, just don’t make things harder. You said you will be my boyfriend for a month and that’s all I want. Please, just be.

He nods and then he hugs me and kisses my shoulder.

-I know. I’m sorry.

I bring his face to mine and kiss his lips and he kisses me back. It’s a sweet long kiss. After a few minutes of a tender kissing session we pull out and he kisses the tip of my nose.

-So my girl is shooting a movie in Brazil and Dublin. – He says smiling at me and I notice how both our moods have changed.

-Yes. The best thing is that Jim Sheridan is the director. I mean you probably don’t get it but...

-Jim Sheridan! – He interrupts me. – You must be so excited! I’m so glad you got it, Val; you deserve all well that happens to you. I know he is like a legend for you. Congratulations, baby.

He kisses me and I smile at our kiss. I don’t let him pull out when he thinks the kiss is enough holding him by the back of his neck, earning a chuckle. He then lies next to me and we keep on chatting about the movie and about everything. We end up talking about how genuinely difficult is going to be for us to meet but the mood is different. It’s not a sad talk, it is actually somewhat funny.

-And why don’t we escape? – Harry asks smiling and I laugh.

-But... Are you crazy? Where are we going to go?

-I don’t know. – He says chuckling and propping himself up on his elbow. – We could go to a deserted island, just you and I, or buy a tiny house in some lost village in China or live in a boat.

I chuckle picturing us living in an island such as Lost or Harry eating Chinese food in our tiny house. I myself prop up on my elbow to look at his smiling self.

-What would you say to your mom? Would you survive without seeing her?

-I’d manage. I’d tell her I’m in love with you. – He says laying his head on the duvet.

I get closer to him to rest my head on his chest.

-I can totally picture you living in a deserted island. – Harry says smiling.

-Can you? – I hug him placing my head on his chest.

-Can you imagine? We would live in a thatched hut on a tree and we would eat fruits and you would be beautiful.

I smile as I am picturing us living in that holy island and I even picture a mini Harry running around and playing with monkeys. We are two fools. However, my smile is easily erased from my lips when I realize nothing of that is going to be true.

-We can’t do that. – I tell him harshly.

-For being an actress you are not very imaginative. – He says trying to keep up with the amused mood.

-Harry – I look at him resting my chin in my fists which rest on his chest – thinking about a future that is never going to happen is like sprinting towards a wall. – I lay my head on the duvet looking to the sky so that I don’t have to look into his eyes. – It only hurts. – I tell him harshly.

-I think it’s so obvious we have to be together that we will be, at some point, maybe not now but eventually we will. There is no other way. – He caresses my cheeks being all cute and caring as usual. Where is that fucking island?

-Take off my top. – I whisper sitting down on his hips and caressing his chest through the fabric of his shirt.

-What? – He chuckles amused.

-Well, if you want, we can talk all night long. – I whisper playing with the hem of his shirt. – If you are tired we can talk about islands or about thatched huts – I trace his hips with my fingers - or about destiny... – I am genuinely trying to be sexy which could be pathetic if it wasn’t working but I’m seeing his face right now and it's working.

-Playful, aren’t we? – He says smirking at me and I smile like a fool. – You are lucky you can moan as loud as you want here.

I let out a chuckle of pure bliss and hold my own weight on my knees to get closer to him. I put my hands in the air so that he can take my top off and he does, smiling at me. He has to sit down to take my top off but as soon as I’m on my bra he lies down on the duvet and looks at my body. He moves his head to one side and rolls his eyes and I laugh.

Harry stays still staring at every inch of skin of my upper body and caressing all of me. I can see his eyes are full of love and so I bend eager over him and literally eat his mouth. He reciprocates and our kiss turns tender and sweet as he sits down and tries to take my shorts off.

Harry then plays with the straps of my bra as we kiss but he doesn’t unlock the clasp. I push his chest sweetly so that he lies on the duvet while we kiss and then I sit down again, leaving him lying on the duvet beneath me. I take off my bra looking intently at him. He stares sternly at me while I unbuttoned his shirt, tracing my way with kisses from his lips to his belt.

I unfasten his belt and take off his black jeans and his underpants kissing his whole body. He throws his head back in the duvet when I kiss the tip of his dick and then he sits down to take his shirt off. When he sits our lips connect and he lies on his back pulling me with him eagerly. We kiss feverishly long and hard and he turns us around and takes off my panties quickly. He adjusts himself at my entrance getting ready to get inside of me. We haven’t had much foreplay so it might hurt a little bit but I’m craving for him so I am sure I am wet enough.

He seems to realize it though and keeps on kissing me without thrusting inside of me. He cups my breasts earning some moans and then he kisses my neck and collarbones wetly and sweetly. He kisses and sucks my nipples and then he traces his way with wet kisses down my belly until he reaches my sex which is throbbing for him. He kisses my labial lips and my clit and he growls when I moan. He licks my sex a few times growling. His tongue feels so damn good I am sure I'm going crazy for good tonight. He didn’t growl this much the first time and the vibration on his throat against my thigh is blowing my mind.

-Shit, Valerie, you are so wet and I haven’t touched you.

-I love you so much, Harry. – I tell him sincerely.

He comes back smiling and devours my mouth lovingly. Then he eventually thrust himself inside of me and we both moan as our groins touch. I grip the duvet and he parts his lips when he is moving himself in and out of me. He kisses and sucks my lips while he rocks me and he takes my hand and interlaces our fingers, using my hand as support for him.

When I can’t kiss him anymore because I have my lips parted to try to catch some air he kisses my bottom lip lovingly and then my chin, my nose, my neck. I’m on cloud nine. We are kissing each other’s lips pretty much all the time until we are both close of our orgasm and we fight for air with lips parted. Harry rests his forehead on mine and we moan and breathe in each other’s mouth looking into each other’s eyes when we manage to have eyes open.

We reach our climax at the same time and he comes inside of the condom; I wish I could feel him coming inside of me without the latex fabric between us. We look intently into each other’s eyes while we are trying to compose ourselves from what has just happened and I kiss him slowly, trying to enjoy his taste.

We sit down and he hops me on top of him so that I’m surrounding his hips with my legs and we kiss long and sweetly while he caresses my back and I grab his face to devour his lips calmly. When we both lay our heads on the duvet, we look at each other. I grin at him and he gives me a smirk when I peck his lips sweetly. Then he turns giving me his back but pulling me holding my hand so that we spoon, he being the little one.

-This was almost like making love in our deserted island. – I kiss his shoulder and caress his chest. – I hope you are right and we end up together. – I sigh and take his scent in humming. – I’d go with you to that island right now.

-And what about your movie? – I rest my head on his so that my cheek is on his hair.

-I could make movies just for you. – I can’t quit kissing his shoulder. – Since we wouldn’t have TV, I’ll be your favourite actress.

He lies on his back and looks at me smirking but his eyes are stern.

-What are you thinking about? – I ask him kissing the tip of his nose.

-It’s nothing. I just never know if you will think tomorrow what you think today.

-Harry, I love you. – I burn my eyes into his trying to make him understand. – I fell in love with you three weeks ago but whenever I look at you, I feel like I have known you forever. I am yours, it doesn’t even matter if you are my boyfriend or not. – I take his hand and place it on my chest where my heart is. – See? This is what you do to me. – My heart is beating embarrassingly fast but I want him to know what he means to me. – I love you.

I kiss his lips and when I try to pull out he holds my face and deepens our kiss. He has one hand on the back of my neck and the other one grabbing my chin holding firmly my face to devour my lips. I love him so much it’s unhealthy.

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