What about Pakistani butterflies?

Harry’s POV

I pick up Valerie half an hour later to go to the club with the lads. She looks stunning. She wears this little black dress whose necklace reaches her belly so of course she is not wearing a bra. It is also pretty much backless showing her flawless skin and body everywhere.

-You look beautiful, love. I’m going to die from jealousy when every man at the club is looking at you.

-I’m yours. – She tells me against my lips and then she kisses me.

-I’m going to make love to you tonight until you beg me to stop.

She inhales heavily and smiles at me and then she devours my mouth, her sweet kiss turning passionate and feverish. This turns out to be a heated moment but we pull out before we end up having sex at the back seat. I mean I wouldn’t mind.

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Valerie’s POV

As we get off of the car the paparazzi surround us and ask so many questions. I decide I’ll give them a great picture for everyone to actually know we are a couple so I stop Harry on his tracks and kiss his mouth tracing his lips with my tongue. When I pull out I see him smiling to the ground.

-What did you do that for? – Harry almost shouts because of the loud music.

-I want everyone to know you are mine and I am yours. – I shout back and he smiles widely.

This is my last night with the lads and so I want to take advantage of this last night with Louis, Liam and Niall. I have been pretty much all day with Louis today. We have a few drinks and I take a sit on Harry’s lap so that I don’t break our contact and then I go dance with Louis and then with Niall. As I am dancing with the ladies I study Harry who is talking to Cara. She has grown to be a great friend of mine too.

Harry. This is my last night with Harry too. I have just made myself aware of it. For some kind of self protection, my brain was completely ignoring that my last night with the lads means my last night with my boyfriend too, God knows for how long. I start to get winded as I stare at him and so I decide I’m not looking at him anymore tonight. I dance with the girls trying to forget that thought. I don’t know for how long I can do this but thinking about it makes my heart smaller and my eyes water. I don’t want to hurt myself with thoughts.

-Valerie. – I feel Harry’s hands on my belly. – I don’t want to spoil your night but... I want to be with you, baby.

Tears start to form in my eyes as the image of Harry leaving crosses my mind once again. It’s not that big of a deal, he is going to still be my boyfriend but I have drunk tonight and I love him so much I could get drunk of love for him. I just turn around and hug him tight.

-I’m sorry, love; I’ve been avoiding this as if... As if avoiding you leaving would have made you stay. – I hide my face on the crook of his neck. – I want to be with you as well so please take me home. – I kiss his neck and he grabs my hands.

I thought we were leaving but instead he kisses me slowly on the middle of the dance floor. His hands rest on my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his and deepening our kiss. His tongue caresses the walls of my mouth and hugs my own tongue and for these endless minutes that our kiss lasts, the rest of the club just vanishes.

-I’m never going to leave, Valerie. I need to travel because of my job but I’m never ever going to leave you. Understood? – He rests his forehead on mine.

Then we are luckily off. In our drive home I just stare at Harry while he drives, memorizing his outline. I replay on my head lots of moments with him, starting for the first time we kissed. It has only been a month, but it feels like I know him forever. I remember also how much he doubted when he told me I’m self conscious when I’m on my underwear around him. Of course I am. He has dated a few Victoria Secret’s angels for fuck’s sake, I can’t compete with that. I want to be perfect for him but I’m not and that makes me self conscious. However, I think I’m giving myself a hard time tonight to prove him I’m his in every single possible way.

When we get to my apartment I lead him upstairs and make him sit down on my bed without saying a word. He stares sternly at me the whole time. I put on some music on my laptop. Ghost stories by Coldplay it is. Then I swallow and stand in front of him in my black dress taking off my shoes slowly. This is kind of a symbol for me. I am not only taking rid of my clothes for him to see me, I’m getting rid of my fears too.

Fear is like family, everybody has one and even though they might be similar, fears are as personal and different as different families of the world can be. There are fears as simple as getting naked in front of someone you want to impress, fears which you learn to live with. There are fears build upon insecurities, we fear being left behind, never becoming who we dream to be or not being good enough. We fear not being understood by anyone. There are fears which are left on our minds by our conscience like the fear of being guilty for something that happens to someone else. We also fear what we don’t want to feel, what we don’t want to look at, what we don’t know. Of course, we fear death or losing someone we love.

I remember I read once that happiness was the lack of fear and I have realized that, lately, I am fearless and that getting rid of fears is like getting rid of my clothes in front of Harry. As my dress falls to the ground I realize that my fears don’t belong to me anymore. They have vanished, like the clothes I wore five minutes ago.

Harry stares at me sternly sitting down on my bed. I’m only left with my undies in front of him until I smile as I take my panties off as well. Now I am completely naked, standing up in front of a man I love as crazy.

-Here you got me. This is not Russell Crowe’s hotel room but I hope you appreciate it nonetheless.

Harry burns his eyes into mine after taking my entire body in and then he stands up and gets closer to me. He is fully dressed still when he hugs me tight and when we pull out from our embrace, our lips find each other’s and we kiss long and hard.

Magic by Coldplay is on replay as he carefully lays me down on my bed and he also takes off his clothes. He has never been self conscious of taking his clothes off in front of me still I appreciate he does it this way. I get lost counting the lines defining muscles which mark his body and his tattoos and every single particularity of his skin. I swallow when he gets closer to me on the bed and I get to feel his arousal. He is this aroused just because he has seen me naked and so I have to smile.

He hops himself on top of me and wetly kisses my lips introducing his tongue and tasting my mouth. He bites and sucks my lips and I let him be the dominant one now. He kisses my jaw line and my neck while he cups my breast with one hand, the other caressing my face and my neck. My breath gets heavier as he sucks the left side of my neck. Then he bites and gently sucks my neck, setting my skin on fire wherever he touches me. I’m completely given to him right now as he could do whatever he wants with me. He slowly plays with every inch of skin of the left side of my neck, right next to my throat and he pulls gently my hair so that my head is thrown back and he has full access.

I start to fight for air and moan his name when I get to feel his arousal against my thigh. His muscle is hard and throbbing and I get to feel that against my skin, which drives me insane.

-Harry – I moan and he wouldn’t stop – are you done with the teasing? – I sound so desperate.

-Just got started.

He comes back to my lips and this time is me who grips his face and deepens our kiss. My tongue caresses the walls of his mouth and he seems to let me play but we both know he has the control tonight. He smile against my lips as I try to devour his mouth.

Then he leaves wet kisses on my skin as he traces his way to my breasts, kissing around my areolas and caressing my erected nipple with his thumb, making me moan. He licks my skin on my breast while he cups the other one and I think my skin could burn his face if I don’t melt.

-Harry, please. – I beg him completely out of mine.

I feel him smile against my skin and then he eventually gets my nipple with his mouth making me gasp. He milks my nipple and gently bites it before sucking or licking it and I am going mad. Harry caresses my belly and the upper side of my crotch with his hand.

Harry kisses my neck again, this time on the right side while he cups my other breast.

-Maybe I have permission to touch you. – He whispers in my ear.

My sex is throbbing and I can’t even articulate words now.

-Answer me, baby. – He gets my nipple with his mouth again and I moan hard.

-Harry just do it, don’t be mean. – I manage to tell him desperately and I feel him smile.

He caresses my labial lips and circles my clit gently and I throw my head back in pleasure. He then brings his face closer to mine.

-Damn it, you are wet. – He says against my lips.

We kiss passionately and hard and he takes advantage of our kiss to slide two fingers inside me making me gasp desperately against his lips. He moves his fingers caringly while we make out until he takes them out.

Then he lowers down and kneels kissing my labial lips lovingly and I moan hard when I feel his tongue licking my entrance. I grip the pillow and moan in ecstasy trying to maintain my mental sanity. I moan deeply and I’m sure it looks like I’m crying. I keep on moaning his name yet I don’t get to cum. Harry pulls out before I reach my climax but kisses my labial lips and licks again.

Then he adjusts himself at my entrance and kisses my mouth whilst he thrust himself into me. My lips part and he growls hard when he gets inside. He pulls my hair out of my face while he rocks me lovingly. His thrusts are slow and now he is the one who is out of his mind. I dig my nails on his back as I get close to my climax.

-Baby, now I’m going to ask you for a favour. – He is out of breath as he talks. – Wait for me.

Jesus Christ. I gasp and try to get some air since I’m out of breath.

-I know, babe, but hold on.

I kiss him and shut my eyes moaning trying to hold back my orgasm. I study him while he rocks me. Having him on top of me like that is the most beautiful thing that could happen to me. Harry fights for air, his hot breath hitting my neck or my cheek as he sighs and growl. He tries to keep his eyes open but frequently he just needs to shut them. I kiss his neck moaning and he growls and moans my name pulling gently of my hair.

His thrusts become faster and I can’t hold it anymore. The pit of my stomach is already on fire and I can’t fight against my sex anymore. I’m coming and there’s no way I can hold it back. He moves his hips and thrusts harder and I throw my head back with lips parted and a frown. I sink my head on the pillow and arc my back on ecstasy as my whole body starts to shiver.

-Love. – Is all I manage to say as I moan whining from this pleasure I can’t take.

-Holy shit, Valerie. – Harry curses and I know he is coming too.

He quivers on top of me and I feel him throbbing hard as he releases his warmness inside me. Our bodies shake trying to recompose from our orgasms and he hides his face on the crook of my neck trying to catch his breath. I hug him and caress his hair and I feel the tears rolling from my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying but it is probably because I love him too much.

-I will never get enough of you. – Harry pecks my neck and then he lays his back on my bed next to me.

I hug him and rest my head on his chest while he caresses my hair.

-I hope so. – I tell him.

-What do you mean? – He frowns.

-I mean I want to be with you forever.

He grabs my chin and lifts my head making me look at him. We burn our eyes into each other’s for a couple of minutes.

-Valerie, – he is as handsome as he has ever been with his sweaty sex hair resting on his forehead – listen, I used to think I wasn’t a man of relationships until... until I fell in love with you. Then you distanced yourself from me and I tried to quit loving you but it was useless. It was useless because I just can’t stop loving you because... when I’m with you I feel like no one should be this happy, I feel like dying from a heart attack or just exploding from everything you make me feel. – He chuckles and I smile foolishly, my eyes watering. – That’s why I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried. I am never going to be able. Valerie, if an atomic bomb should fall here now destroying everything but I happened to be here with you in your bed I wouldn’t mind, Valerie, I wouldn’t mind one bit.

I kiss him passionately as the tears roll inevitable by my cheeks and he dries them with his fingertips as we kiss. We make out long and hard for half an hour and we end up making love once again. If that atomic bomb should fall, I wouldn’t mind either.

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