Always
Live Shows - Week 4: Part 1
Kaylie's POV
Saturday, 15th October
“Remind me again, why am I opening the show tonight?” I asked with a sigh.
"Because you are a superstar!" Alicia exclaimed.
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
"You are, Kaylie! I believe it. Your family believes it. Harry believes it. And so should you." Alicia rested her hand on my shoulder and gave me a look of assurance. I smiled weakly in response and twisted the rings on my fingers, pressing my thighs together.
I was incredibly nervous. I hadn't been this nervous since the first live show. Tonight, I was going to be the first contestant to take to the stage. I had to set the bar for the performances and I was worried that I would stuff it all up. The rehearsals this week had been great. According to my mentor, I would be fine but I had trouble thinking the same thing. What if I forget my lyrics? What if I trip walking onto the stage? What if my microphone doesn't work? My mind was flooded with thoughts of negativity and stress. Even the beautiful outfit I was wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_live_shows_week/set?id=212697577) didn't install enough confidence in me to believe in myself.
Alicia left the dressing room a couple of minutes later to go and get dressed into her outfit while I stayed where I was, sitting on the beige couch. Melody was nowhere to be seen and I was thankful for that. I needed to calm down. If I didn't, I would have a panic attack before I even walked onto the stage. I only wanted to see one person. There was only one person that could make me feel better. The man I loved with everything that I was.
Harry.
But I wouldn't text him this time. I would call him. I knew it was risky but I had to hear his voice, and hopefully see him before the show started. I fished my phone out of my bag and scrolled down my contacts until I found his name. I pressed Call and waited. It surprised me how quick it took him to pick up. Only two rings.
Hello, angel.
His voice filled my ear, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I wrapped my fingers around my knee and sucked on my bottom lip.
"Hi. Sorry if I disturbed you..."
You could never disturb me. What's this call about, my love?
"Harry, I'm scared...I'm...terrified." I cried.
Why? What is it? What's wrong? Kaylie, talk to me! Harry sounded desperate and I could imagine him pacing up and down the length of his dressing room, tugging on his curls with his free hand in frustration.
"Tonight...What if I stuff up? I don't feel good enough to open the show. I...don't..." I lost my voice, my breathing becoming faster and an iron hand squeezed my heart. I clutched my chest and tried to even out my breathing but nothing was working. Harry told me to keep calm but it was hard, my fingers beginning to tremble with fear.
Kaylie, where are you?
"Dressing...room..."
Is anyone there? Are you alone?
"Alone..." I croaked.
Stay there. Don't move. Keep breathing, angel. I'll be there in less than a minute. He said before the line disconnected.
Harry was true to his word and burst into the girls dressing room 43 seconds later. He took my breath away, as per usual, in his black dress shirt and striped pants. He closed the door and fell to his knees in front of me, holding my face in his hands.
"I'm here, angel. Breathe with me, come on. In and out, in and out." Harry soothed me, breathing softly. I copied him, hearing my heartbeat decrease in speed and my breathing slow down, much gentler.
"There we go. It's OK, Kaylie." He whispered, leaning up to claim my lips with his own. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, humming into the kiss. His flavour coursed through my veins as I deepened the kiss, carding my hands through his hair. Each time I kissed him, the more I loved him. The more I loved him, the more I wanted him. Every night, I would dream about the way he pleasured me on Tuesday, kissing every millimetre of my body, worshipping me as if I was some kind of goddess. His fingers wrapped around my wrists as he broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at me.
"Listen to me, my love. You're going to be just fine. You've never disappointed me and that's not going to start tonight. You're going to go out there and smash it out of the park. I believe that you can do it. I know you can do it."
The faith that he had in me was something that I never would have expected to receive when I walked onto the stage for my first audition. My journey through this competition was more than just performing. I had fallen in love with the man of my dreams. I was living my personal fairy-tale. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his.
"I believe you." I breathed softly. Harry smiled and his arms circled my back, bringing me to my feet. In my heels, I was still shorter than him, I could easily tuck my head in the crook of his neck. I heard the sound of his heart beating and I smiled to myself. That heart is mine.
"I love you, Harry." I murmured into his chest.
"I love you too, Kaylie. My angel." He said, leaving a swift sweet kiss on my forehead. He pressed his lips to mine in a soft "good luck" kiss and left the dressing room, flashing me his warm dimpled smile.
I touched my lips, remembering the taste of Harry's. There was a chemical in his kisses that could send my heart racing but also slow it down. I had needed that kiss to believe that I could do well tonight. I went over to the mirror and stared at myself, gently fixing up my softly-curled ponytail and puckering my lips. You can do it, Kaylie. Harry's here for you and he believes in you. You can do it. I told myself and with a nod to my reflection, I walked out of the dressing room.
0*0
I didn't have a microphone stand tonight so I could use my hands to express my emotions through the song, allowing me to swap my microphone between both of my hands. It was Harry's idea and I wasn't the person to disagree with him. I knew he only had my best interests at heart and if he told me that something would be better for me, I would think the same as him.
I was under so much pressure and I felt it when I walked out onto the stage, keeping my head held high. The audience cheered when they saw me and I waved at the people at the front, giving them a bright smile. The show was currently on a commercial break so the camera guys were getting ready and the judges were getting make-up and hair touches. I caught Harry's eye and held my microphone to my chest, repeating the lyrics in my head. He winked at me and I bit back a smile; thankfully, Simon didn't see anything.
The stage was set. I was ready now. The poison of my boyfriend's kiss stung my painted lips and I used that as reassurance, that I could do this. The lights went dark as The X Factor music played out of the speakers. I watched as Dermot welcomed the viewers back to the show once again. I pushed the earpieces into my ears further so they wouldn't get loose or fall out during my performance and took my position, ready for the music to begin.
"Harry, why don't you introduce one of your girls to us again?" Dermot said.
"I sure will, Dermot. Here to open the show and taking on Little Mix's Change Your Life, please welcome, Kaylie Walker." Harry smiled down the barrel of the camera. The lights over the audience went down while the ones on the stage lit up as the beginning beats of the song echoed around the auditorium. And the moment I sung the first word, the people cheered.
"She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor.
Her image is distorted screaming, "Is it worth it anymore?"
No-oh-oh.
Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?
Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?
You're not the only one so let them criticize, oh oh oh oh.
You're untouchable when you realize, oh oh oh."
I smiled and waved at the young girls standing in the front row. They squealed and waved back, reaching out their hands to me. I already felt like a star. I already felt like a famous artist and it was amazing. I used the audience's enthusiasm and love to gain pride in myself. I make these people happy. These people like me. And it is them who have changed my life. The music grew into the chorus in which I belted out as best as I could.
"Change, change your life, take it all.
We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all.
Change, change your life, take it all. You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known."
I took all of our rehearsals seriously this week. I knew this would be a hard song to sing because the original was sung by four individual women. I was on my own and that's completely different. I knew why Harry had chosen the song for me. He knew my life had been changed to a great extent. He knew I could take it all if I believed in myself. It was his way of telling me that us two would stick together and get through this competition in one another's company. And this is what I wanted to become. I had always known it. This was what I was born to do. Entertain people.
"Change, change your life, take it all.
Change, change your life, take it all."
I gestured for the audience to clap to the beat and within a second, I had the whole crowd up on their feet. Harry's face was just pure delight as Mel whispered something in his ear with a smile on her lips. I hoped that whatever she said to him was a good thing.
"You got a right to show the world
Something never seen.
We wanna hear you scream it out.
You're not alone.
Oh, whoa,
Oh, yeah."
I held the note, throwing my left arm open, feeding off the energy from the crowd.
"Change, change your life, take it all. We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all. We're invincible.
Change, change your life, take it all.
Change your life and take it all.
You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known."
I looked straight at the camera with shining eyes and a wide smile as I lowered the microphone from my lips, welcoming the loud response from the audience. I stepped forward, grinning at the sight of all four judges standing up from their seats. Simon rarely stood up almost every single time for a contestant's performance but for me, he had. He had stood up more times than I had expected but that installed me with belief. He was a tough judge to crack. My mentor looked ecstatic as did Mel and Dannii.
The feedback I got was very positive, congratulating me on a stellar performance, singing a tune that was released by a group. Harry urged the public for another time to vote for me, to keep me in the competition because I had something special. The numbers to call and text my name were put on the TV screens at home and I raised my fingers up in a peace sign, now not just Harry's move but mine as well, and left the stage, blowing kisses until I reached the backstage area.
I was done for tonight. Now there were 8 other contestants to follow me so I could relax in the green room and watch everyone else perform on the TV screen. I smoothed out the front of my green jumpsuit and let the crew remove my microphone and its pack from me so I was free to witness my fellow contestants sing. I couldn't wait.
0*0
It was six minutes after the show finished, after I had gotten changed back into my casual clothes, when Harry sent me a text. I peered at my phone curiously and held back a gasp.
From Harry: I'm driving you home tonight x
It wasn't an offer or a suggestion. It was a statement. I couldn't believe his audacity. Is he nuts?
To Harry: We'll get caught. And my parents expect me to go home with them x
From Harry: No, we won't, angel. Just tell them you're getting a lift from me. They'll understand, I'm sure x
To Harry: Are you sure they'll understand? x
From Harry: Angel, we're in love. Of course they will x
My heart jumped at the word "love" and a smile spread across my face. The euphoria of being in love with Harry and Harry being in love with me was still fresh. It suddenly hit me that I wanted him to take me home. So I texted my mum, asking her if it was OK. Harry was right. She responded with a yes, no hesitation at all. I wasted no more time in telling Harry the good news. He told me to meet him in the garage at the back of the studios and I walked as quickly as I could to my destination. The garage was empty when I entered it apart from one person and his car. He was leaning aganist the driver's side, swinging his keys in his fingers, crossing his ankles over.
"Nice, isn't it?" Harry chuckled when he saw the look on my face as I walked over to him. It was no surprise to me that his car was expensive and was in perfect condition. I knew he had more than one car but this one was absolutely beautiful, not a scratch on it.
"What's the model?" I asked.
"An Audi R8 Coupe."
"Wow." I said, staring at my reflection in the clear window. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my head. With his free hand, he opened the passenger door and gestured for me to hop in.
"Your chariot awaits, angel."
I giggled and kissed the corner of his mouth, climbing into the seat. He closed the door and walked around the bonnet, stepping into the driver's seat next to me. He turned the car on and the engine growled to life. We clipped our seatbelts on and within seconds, we were out of the garage and joining the London traffic.
"Are you sure that no-one will see us? Paparazzi?" I said nervously.
"It's night-time, Kaylie. We'll be fine, I promise." Harry said, briefly glancing at me before staring back out onto the road. This allowed me to marvel at him. How his long curls fell over his shoulders, how his slender ringed-adorned fingers gripped the steering wheel, how his green eyes turned into colours of yellow and blue from the passing streetlights and how his skin flashed with shades of red, orange and green from the traffic lights. He was extraordinarily handsome and he was mine to have and to hold, to cherish and love for as long as he would allow me to.
"You're staring." A smirk curved on his lips.
"Am I not allowed?"
"Of course you are, angel. Just...you staring can be very distracting."
"How so?" I questioned.
"Well, for one, I can tell that your cheeks are flushed without looking at you." Harry laughed softly which only made my face turn a brighter shade of pink.
"And your hand is dangerously close to my crown jewels." He added and I looked down at his lap to see that he was telling the truth. I hadn't even noticed that my fingers were stroking his inner thigh, in close proximity to the organ in between his legs. I removed my hand quickly and blushed furiously, staring out of my window, in complete shock of my actions.
"It's perfectly alright, angel. I like the fact that you turn me on. Makes me love you even more." Harry whispered with desire laced in his voice. Sometimes, it baffled me how I turned him on. It was easy for me to get turned on. One look at him and I was done for. Getting a kiss just stepped it up to another level.
I was rather quiet the rest of the drive home and Harry was respectful in not to discuss anything further. He slowly pulled up into my driveway, behind my parents' car as they were already home. He shifted the gear into park and shut the engine off, turning to look at me.
"So am I going to get a goodnight kiss?"
It was a stupid question with an obvious answer and Harry knew it. I shot him a smile, unclicked my seatbelt and leaned over, trying to find his lips in the minimal light. The moment the kiss started, it became heated. Harry wanted more. His hands fisted in my hair, which I had taken out of its ponytail earlier, and slipped his slick tongue inside my mouth. I moaned and shuffled in my seat, resting on my knees as I tried to get the upper hand. Soft wet sounds filled the car and the rustle of material was heard. I badly wanted to climb over and straddle Harry's lap but we were right outside my house. It was too much of an audacious move. His lips skimmed their way over my cheek before finding my sensitive spot, just below my ear. He sucked on my skin, my fingers curling in his hair as my pulse increased in speed, a deep yearning settling in my stomach. I would give anything for Harry to take me for the second time. I wanted him so badly right now but a loud knock on my window interrupted us.
"You two all done in there?"
Harry and I leapt apart in surprise. He hit his head on the roof of the car and groaned, rubbing his scalp, while I rolled down the window, frowning at my brother, my eyes wide.
"What are you doing out here, Michael?"
"I saw his car from upstairs and I came down to check that you two weren't having a root in public."
"Michael!" I snapped, reaching my arm out and slapping him on the chest. Ugh, why did he have to ruin the moment? My eldest brother leaned down and smiled at Harry.
"Taking care of my little sister, aren't you?"
"Yes, always." Harry smiled back, resting his right hand on the steering wheel.
"He does more than take care of me. He makes me feel loved." I said with a grin.
"And turn you on, I'm guessing."
"Michael, just go away! I'll be inside in a couple of minutes." I shooed him away. Once he was gone, I turned to Harry and ran my fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp.
"You OK?"
"I'm fine, Kaylie. Your brother just...surprised me."
"You and me both. I'd better go inside though otherwise he will come out again." I giggled. He pressed his lips together and closed the gap between us by giving me a gentle kiss, just enough to leave me wanting more.
"Good night, angel. I'll see you tomorrow." He murmured, kissing my forehead.
"Bye, handsome." I said and opened the door, slinging my handbag over my shoulder. I waved goodbye as Harry reversed out of the driveway. He blew me one last kiss before driving down the street, disappearing into the dark.
I stood alone on the path that went up to my front door, remembering my performance. Like every week, I hoped that I had done enough to get through. I was too invested in this now to leave. I was too invested in my relationship with Harry to leave. Am I safe? It was only tomorrow's live decider that would answer my question.
Saturday, 15th October
“Remind me again, why am I opening the show tonight?” I asked with a sigh.
"Because you are a superstar!" Alicia exclaimed.
"Oh, I don't know about that..."
"You are, Kaylie! I believe it. Your family believes it. Harry believes it. And so should you." Alicia rested her hand on my shoulder and gave me a look of assurance. I smiled weakly in response and twisted the rings on my fingers, pressing my thighs together.
I was incredibly nervous. I hadn't been this nervous since the first live show. Tonight, I was going to be the first contestant to take to the stage. I had to set the bar for the performances and I was worried that I would stuff it all up. The rehearsals this week had been great. According to my mentor, I would be fine but I had trouble thinking the same thing. What if I forget my lyrics? What if I trip walking onto the stage? What if my microphone doesn't work? My mind was flooded with thoughts of negativity and stress. Even the beautiful outfit I was wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_live_shows_week/set?id=212697577) didn't install enough confidence in me to believe in myself.
Alicia left the dressing room a couple of minutes later to go and get dressed into her outfit while I stayed where I was, sitting on the beige couch. Melody was nowhere to be seen and I was thankful for that. I needed to calm down. If I didn't, I would have a panic attack before I even walked onto the stage. I only wanted to see one person. There was only one person that could make me feel better. The man I loved with everything that I was.
Harry.
But I wouldn't text him this time. I would call him. I knew it was risky but I had to hear his voice, and hopefully see him before the show started. I fished my phone out of my bag and scrolled down my contacts until I found his name. I pressed Call and waited. It surprised me how quick it took him to pick up. Only two rings.
Hello, angel.
His voice filled my ear, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I wrapped my fingers around my knee and sucked on my bottom lip.
"Hi. Sorry if I disturbed you..."
You could never disturb me. What's this call about, my love?
"Harry, I'm scared...I'm...terrified." I cried.
Why? What is it? What's wrong? Kaylie, talk to me! Harry sounded desperate and I could imagine him pacing up and down the length of his dressing room, tugging on his curls with his free hand in frustration.
"Tonight...What if I stuff up? I don't feel good enough to open the show. I...don't..." I lost my voice, my breathing becoming faster and an iron hand squeezed my heart. I clutched my chest and tried to even out my breathing but nothing was working. Harry told me to keep calm but it was hard, my fingers beginning to tremble with fear.
Kaylie, where are you?
"Dressing...room..."
Is anyone there? Are you alone?
"Alone..." I croaked.
Stay there. Don't move. Keep breathing, angel. I'll be there in less than a minute. He said before the line disconnected.
Harry was true to his word and burst into the girls dressing room 43 seconds later. He took my breath away, as per usual, in his black dress shirt and striped pants. He closed the door and fell to his knees in front of me, holding my face in his hands.
"I'm here, angel. Breathe with me, come on. In and out, in and out." Harry soothed me, breathing softly. I copied him, hearing my heartbeat decrease in speed and my breathing slow down, much gentler.
"There we go. It's OK, Kaylie." He whispered, leaning up to claim my lips with his own. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, humming into the kiss. His flavour coursed through my veins as I deepened the kiss, carding my hands through his hair. Each time I kissed him, the more I loved him. The more I loved him, the more I wanted him. Every night, I would dream about the way he pleasured me on Tuesday, kissing every millimetre of my body, worshipping me as if I was some kind of goddess. His fingers wrapped around my wrists as he broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at me.
"Listen to me, my love. You're going to be just fine. You've never disappointed me and that's not going to start tonight. You're going to go out there and smash it out of the park. I believe that you can do it. I know you can do it."
The faith that he had in me was something that I never would have expected to receive when I walked onto the stage for my first audition. My journey through this competition was more than just performing. I had fallen in love with the man of my dreams. I was living my personal fairy-tale. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his.
"I believe you." I breathed softly. Harry smiled and his arms circled my back, bringing me to my feet. In my heels, I was still shorter than him, I could easily tuck my head in the crook of his neck. I heard the sound of his heart beating and I smiled to myself. That heart is mine.
"I love you, Harry." I murmured into his chest.
"I love you too, Kaylie. My angel." He said, leaving a swift sweet kiss on my forehead. He pressed his lips to mine in a soft "good luck" kiss and left the dressing room, flashing me his warm dimpled smile.
I touched my lips, remembering the taste of Harry's. There was a chemical in his kisses that could send my heart racing but also slow it down. I had needed that kiss to believe that I could do well tonight. I went over to the mirror and stared at myself, gently fixing up my softly-curled ponytail and puckering my lips. You can do it, Kaylie. Harry's here for you and he believes in you. You can do it. I told myself and with a nod to my reflection, I walked out of the dressing room.
0*0
I didn't have a microphone stand tonight so I could use my hands to express my emotions through the song, allowing me to swap my microphone between both of my hands. It was Harry's idea and I wasn't the person to disagree with him. I knew he only had my best interests at heart and if he told me that something would be better for me, I would think the same as him.
I was under so much pressure and I felt it when I walked out onto the stage, keeping my head held high. The audience cheered when they saw me and I waved at the people at the front, giving them a bright smile. The show was currently on a commercial break so the camera guys were getting ready and the judges were getting make-up and hair touches. I caught Harry's eye and held my microphone to my chest, repeating the lyrics in my head. He winked at me and I bit back a smile; thankfully, Simon didn't see anything.
The stage was set. I was ready now. The poison of my boyfriend's kiss stung my painted lips and I used that as reassurance, that I could do this. The lights went dark as The X Factor music played out of the speakers. I watched as Dermot welcomed the viewers back to the show once again. I pushed the earpieces into my ears further so they wouldn't get loose or fall out during my performance and took my position, ready for the music to begin.
"Harry, why don't you introduce one of your girls to us again?" Dermot said.
"I sure will, Dermot. Here to open the show and taking on Little Mix's Change Your Life, please welcome, Kaylie Walker." Harry smiled down the barrel of the camera. The lights over the audience went down while the ones on the stage lit up as the beginning beats of the song echoed around the auditorium. And the moment I sung the first word, the people cheered.
"She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor.
Her image is distorted screaming, "Is it worth it anymore?"
No-oh-oh.
Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?
Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?
You're not the only one so let them criticize, oh oh oh oh.
You're untouchable when you realize, oh oh oh."
I smiled and waved at the young girls standing in the front row. They squealed and waved back, reaching out their hands to me. I already felt like a star. I already felt like a famous artist and it was amazing. I used the audience's enthusiasm and love to gain pride in myself. I make these people happy. These people like me. And it is them who have changed my life. The music grew into the chorus in which I belted out as best as I could.
"Change, change your life, take it all.
We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all.
Change, change your life, take it all. You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known."
I took all of our rehearsals seriously this week. I knew this would be a hard song to sing because the original was sung by four individual women. I was on my own and that's completely different. I knew why Harry had chosen the song for me. He knew my life had been changed to a great extent. He knew I could take it all if I believed in myself. It was his way of telling me that us two would stick together and get through this competition in one another's company. And this is what I wanted to become. I had always known it. This was what I was born to do. Entertain people.
"Change, change your life, take it all.
Change, change your life, take it all."
I gestured for the audience to clap to the beat and within a second, I had the whole crowd up on their feet. Harry's face was just pure delight as Mel whispered something in his ear with a smile on her lips. I hoped that whatever she said to him was a good thing.
"You got a right to show the world
Something never seen.
We wanna hear you scream it out.
You're not alone.
Oh, whoa,
Oh, yeah."
I held the note, throwing my left arm open, feeding off the energy from the crowd.
"Change, change your life, take it all. We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all. We're invincible.
Change, change your life, take it all.
Change your life and take it all.
You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known."
I looked straight at the camera with shining eyes and a wide smile as I lowered the microphone from my lips, welcoming the loud response from the audience. I stepped forward, grinning at the sight of all four judges standing up from their seats. Simon rarely stood up almost every single time for a contestant's performance but for me, he had. He had stood up more times than I had expected but that installed me with belief. He was a tough judge to crack. My mentor looked ecstatic as did Mel and Dannii.
The feedback I got was very positive, congratulating me on a stellar performance, singing a tune that was released by a group. Harry urged the public for another time to vote for me, to keep me in the competition because I had something special. The numbers to call and text my name were put on the TV screens at home and I raised my fingers up in a peace sign, now not just Harry's move but mine as well, and left the stage, blowing kisses until I reached the backstage area.
I was done for tonight. Now there were 8 other contestants to follow me so I could relax in the green room and watch everyone else perform on the TV screen. I smoothed out the front of my green jumpsuit and let the crew remove my microphone and its pack from me so I was free to witness my fellow contestants sing. I couldn't wait.
0*0
It was six minutes after the show finished, after I had gotten changed back into my casual clothes, when Harry sent me a text. I peered at my phone curiously and held back a gasp.
From Harry: I'm driving you home tonight x
It wasn't an offer or a suggestion. It was a statement. I couldn't believe his audacity. Is he nuts?
To Harry: We'll get caught. And my parents expect me to go home with them x
From Harry: No, we won't, angel. Just tell them you're getting a lift from me. They'll understand, I'm sure x
To Harry: Are you sure they'll understand? x
From Harry: Angel, we're in love. Of course they will x
My heart jumped at the word "love" and a smile spread across my face. The euphoria of being in love with Harry and Harry being in love with me was still fresh. It suddenly hit me that I wanted him to take me home. So I texted my mum, asking her if it was OK. Harry was right. She responded with a yes, no hesitation at all. I wasted no more time in telling Harry the good news. He told me to meet him in the garage at the back of the studios and I walked as quickly as I could to my destination. The garage was empty when I entered it apart from one person and his car. He was leaning aganist the driver's side, swinging his keys in his fingers, crossing his ankles over.
"Nice, isn't it?" Harry chuckled when he saw the look on my face as I walked over to him. It was no surprise to me that his car was expensive and was in perfect condition. I knew he had more than one car but this one was absolutely beautiful, not a scratch on it.
"What's the model?" I asked.
"An Audi R8 Coupe."
"Wow." I said, staring at my reflection in the clear window. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my head. With his free hand, he opened the passenger door and gestured for me to hop in.
"Your chariot awaits, angel."
I giggled and kissed the corner of his mouth, climbing into the seat. He closed the door and walked around the bonnet, stepping into the driver's seat next to me. He turned the car on and the engine growled to life. We clipped our seatbelts on and within seconds, we were out of the garage and joining the London traffic.
"Are you sure that no-one will see us? Paparazzi?" I said nervously.
"It's night-time, Kaylie. We'll be fine, I promise." Harry said, briefly glancing at me before staring back out onto the road. This allowed me to marvel at him. How his long curls fell over his shoulders, how his slender ringed-adorned fingers gripped the steering wheel, how his green eyes turned into colours of yellow and blue from the passing streetlights and how his skin flashed with shades of red, orange and green from the traffic lights. He was extraordinarily handsome and he was mine to have and to hold, to cherish and love for as long as he would allow me to.
"You're staring." A smirk curved on his lips.
"Am I not allowed?"
"Of course you are, angel. Just...you staring can be very distracting."
"How so?" I questioned.
"Well, for one, I can tell that your cheeks are flushed without looking at you." Harry laughed softly which only made my face turn a brighter shade of pink.
"And your hand is dangerously close to my crown jewels." He added and I looked down at his lap to see that he was telling the truth. I hadn't even noticed that my fingers were stroking his inner thigh, in close proximity to the organ in between his legs. I removed my hand quickly and blushed furiously, staring out of my window, in complete shock of my actions.
"It's perfectly alright, angel. I like the fact that you turn me on. Makes me love you even more." Harry whispered with desire laced in his voice. Sometimes, it baffled me how I turned him on. It was easy for me to get turned on. One look at him and I was done for. Getting a kiss just stepped it up to another level.
I was rather quiet the rest of the drive home and Harry was respectful in not to discuss anything further. He slowly pulled up into my driveway, behind my parents' car as they were already home. He shifted the gear into park and shut the engine off, turning to look at me.
"So am I going to get a goodnight kiss?"
It was a stupid question with an obvious answer and Harry knew it. I shot him a smile, unclicked my seatbelt and leaned over, trying to find his lips in the minimal light. The moment the kiss started, it became heated. Harry wanted more. His hands fisted in my hair, which I had taken out of its ponytail earlier, and slipped his slick tongue inside my mouth. I moaned and shuffled in my seat, resting on my knees as I tried to get the upper hand. Soft wet sounds filled the car and the rustle of material was heard. I badly wanted to climb over and straddle Harry's lap but we were right outside my house. It was too much of an audacious move. His lips skimmed their way over my cheek before finding my sensitive spot, just below my ear. He sucked on my skin, my fingers curling in his hair as my pulse increased in speed, a deep yearning settling in my stomach. I would give anything for Harry to take me for the second time. I wanted him so badly right now but a loud knock on my window interrupted us.
"You two all done in there?"
Harry and I leapt apart in surprise. He hit his head on the roof of the car and groaned, rubbing his scalp, while I rolled down the window, frowning at my brother, my eyes wide.
"What are you doing out here, Michael?"
"I saw his car from upstairs and I came down to check that you two weren't having a root in public."
"Michael!" I snapped, reaching my arm out and slapping him on the chest. Ugh, why did he have to ruin the moment? My eldest brother leaned down and smiled at Harry.
"Taking care of my little sister, aren't you?"
"Yes, always." Harry smiled back, resting his right hand on the steering wheel.
"He does more than take care of me. He makes me feel loved." I said with a grin.
"And turn you on, I'm guessing."
"Michael, just go away! I'll be inside in a couple of minutes." I shooed him away. Once he was gone, I turned to Harry and ran my fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp.
"You OK?"
"I'm fine, Kaylie. Your brother just...surprised me."
"You and me both. I'd better go inside though otherwise he will come out again." I giggled. He pressed his lips together and closed the gap between us by giving me a gentle kiss, just enough to leave me wanting more.
"Good night, angel. I'll see you tomorrow." He murmured, kissing my forehead.
"Bye, handsome." I said and opened the door, slinging my handbag over my shoulder. I waved goodbye as Harry reversed out of the driveway. He blew me one last kiss before driving down the street, disappearing into the dark.
I stood alone on the path that went up to my front door, remembering my performance. Like every week, I hoped that I had done enough to get through. I was too invested in this now to leave. I was too invested in my relationship with Harry to leave. Am I safe? It was only tomorrow's live decider that would answer my question.
Notes
My babes!!! I am so (excuse my French) fucking sorry for taking 15 fucking days to update! I have no excuse but writer's block and personal issues! I have already started working on the next chapter so as soon as it's done, I will post it! I hope all of you can forgive me! Once again, I am so so sorry!
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11/19/17