Fool's Gold

Harry and I lay in bed silently once again. The sun was going to come up soon but neither of us wanted to close our eyes. Harry gazed at me lovingly as he held me tightly while resting his head on my chest. I twisted my fingers in his hair, taking in every detail of the green orbs staring back at me. I smoothed my hand up his back and down his arm slowly, wanting to feel every inch of his skin that I could. I smiled for what appeared to be no reason at all.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Harry inquired.
"You are the most adorable person I have ever seen in my life." I giggled. Harry blushed. "See. No one is cuter than you." I stated kissing his forehead. Harry chuckled and shook his head. I bit my lip and added, "But then there are other moments..."
Harry lifted his brow at me, "Other moments?"
I nodded, "Yeah. Other moments when you're the sexiest man on Earth." Harry smirked and lifted his head.
He rested his chin on my chest, looking me directly in the eye, "And when are those moments?"
It was my turn to blush, "You know the answer to that."
Harry's devilish, mischievous smirk appeared, "I know, but I want to hear you say it." I cleared my throat to prepare myself. Harry kept smirking.
"When we're making love and you look so concentrated and into it. The times that you're acting like the big man, trying to make me want you. Like the second day we were here and you were singing to me while you undressed me that was damn sexy." I giggled. Harry chuckled quietly. "Pretty much anytime we're in the room." I stated after a moment of quiet. Harry's smirk returned as his hand slid between my legs. "Oh no. Not again. You need to sleep." I laughed moving his hand.
He shook his head, "Don't want to. If I sleep that's not looking at you for how long?"
"Baby, come on. We both need rest. We have planes to get on this afternoon. I'm sure you're not going to be able to get much rest when you get off the plane." I tried to persuade him to go to sleep. He still protested. "Harry, I want you to rest. I don't want you to be overly tired because of me. Please, rest." Harry finally agreed. I kissed his forehead again before whispering, "Plus, I don't think I can take anymore right now. I've got the pleasantly numb feeling happening." Harry laughed quite loudly then laid his head on my chest again. I pulled the blankets up around us more. I didn't want the other boys to bust into the room and see things they shouldn't.

I woke to the sound of yelling in the room. As I came to I realized it was Harry yelling. I opened my eyes to see Niall and Zayn standing in the doorway to the room. Harry was sitting straight up and looking livid. I held the blanket against my naked chest as I sat up.
"Harry, what's going on?" I asked putting my chin on his shoulder. I gripped his bicep with my free hand.
"Nothing, Noli. Go back to sleep, babe." Harry murmured. I shook my head, knowing his was mad. "It's nothing. Really. Just lie back down." Harry instructed. I did as he asked.
"Harry, you have to get up. We have things we need to do before we go." Niall said sadly.
"No. You showed up here uninvited because you're nosey. Whatever you think needs to be done can be done without me. I'm going to lie here with my girl until I have to get up." Harry snapped at Niall.
"Harry, we don't want to wake you up like this but we have to. We have to leave for the airport in six hours." Zayn stated.
"Yeah, six hours! I can stay in bed with Enola for at least another four. My bags are packed. Hers are packed. I don't have anything to do." Harry replied meanly. "Get out of my room." He grunted.
"Harry..." Niall began, trying to reason with him again.
Harry pointed to the door, "Nope. Out." Niall and Zayn looked to me with pleading eyes, wanting me to help them out.
I shrugged, "You heard him." The boys gave defeated expressions then left the room. Harry flopped back on the bed with a puff. I moved so I was lying on top of him. "What's wrong with you?" I smirked touching his nose lightly.
"They ran in here like idiots. I'm surprised you slept through most of it." Harry answered quietly. "Why did you wake up anyway?" He asked with curiosity written on his face.
"I heard you start to throw one of your tantrums again." I giggled. Harry rolled his eyes. "I think they're cute." I informed him. Harry lifted his eyebrow in disbelief. "When they're not directed at me." I added sheepishly. Harry smiled and put his arms around my waist.
"Do you want to get up now or do you want to stay in bed?" I could tell by the look on his face what he wanted me to say. So I went along with staying in bed. I rested my head on his chest and gripped his biceps loosely. I closed my eyes and let my body rise and fall with his. Within a few moments I felt like I was going to fall asleep again. "Enola?" Harry spoke softly. I just hummed in response. "I'm sorry this didn't turn out the way we thought it would."
I snapped my head up quickly, "What are you talking about?"
"THe boys showing up. All of the crying between the both of us." Harry replied sadly.
I smiled and shook my head, "Don't apologize. I loved every moment." I giggled, "Well, maybe not the part when your friends caught you with your hand up my dress." Harry blushed, turning light pink. "This was a perfect holiday." I assured him. "I mean, we fell in love, didn't we?" I flushed bright red as the words rolled off my tongue.
Harry pressed his forehead to mine and smiled brightly, "We did."


Harry and I sat on the steps of the villa while the boys were in the drive goofing around. We were waiting for their driver to show up with their security. I leaned into Harry, resting my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, letting his hand fall to my hip. I sighed when he slowly stroked my exposed skin. I gazed up at him with adoring eyes. He grinned and meshed his lips to mine. I deepened the kiss when I felt his fingers combing through my hair. I cupped his cheek, caressing his stubbly face with my thumb.
I broke the kiss with a giggle, "You need to shave."
"No way. You like the scruff." Harry teased knowing how much I hated it.
"Please, shave. You're too handsome to have a hairy face." I murmured to him. He rolled his eyes and agreed to shave. "Well, at least shave before I come see you." I asked politely.
"Anything for you, baby." Harry replied kissing my nose gently. "I love you." He whispered with a smile.
"I love you." I beamed back at him. He pushed his mouth to mine passionately, not caring that the boys weren't too far away. I turned to him more, so I could capture his lips between mine better. My hand fell to his chest where his shirt was hanging open. Harry backed away out of breath.
Harry glanced over at the boys for a moment, "How much time do we have until the car comes?" I laughed quietly when I heard the urgency in his voice. I took his hand in mine and stood. Harry quickly got up as well. We moved for the door in an inconspicuous manner. We didn't want the boys to pay attention to us. As I tried to open the door, Harry wrapped his arms around my waist. I giggled even more when Harry slid his hand between my thighs. When I finally got the door open, Harry and I heard a horn honking. He dropped his head onto my shoulder and I laughed lowly. "Just get inside." He growled playfully. I rushed in with him right behind me. Once the door closed, Harry locked it. I tried to contain my laughter when he spun me to face him. I grinned as I ended up pressed to his chest. Harry leaned forward and locked his lips with mine forcefully. In an instant I was trying to finish unbuttoning his shirt while he was lifting my skirt. We stumbled our way to the stairs.
"Harry, come on, lad!" I heard a deep voice from outside. Harry grunted against my lips as he lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I kissed down Harry's neck franticly when I felt his large, strong hands on my bum underneath my skirt. "Harry! It's not funny!" The voice shouted from the other side of the door once again. "Harry, don't make me come in there!" The voice threatened. Harry pinned me to the stairwell wall.
He pulled his lips from mine and shouted back,” You can’t fuck get in!" I was taken aback by Harry's voice. He was visually angered and his voice matched. It was deep, deeper than normal. Almost like a voice you would hear on a movie. When Harry's eyes met mine, he seemed upset. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He inquired.
"You're sexy when you're angry." I replied, biting my lip. Harry smirked and forced his mouth to mine. He carried me the rest of the way up the stairs.

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