Always
Live Shows - Week 4: Part 4 (Live Decider)
Harry's POV
Sunday, 16th October
The knock on my dressing room door surprised me. It could be anyone on the other side: Simon, Gary, one of my contestants. Playing with the ends of my hair, I walked over to the door and pulled it open. And there she was.
"Good afternoon, angel. You OK?" I asked with a smile. She didn't smile back. Instead, she did something entirely unexpected.
Kaylie flung herself at me, attaching her arms around my neck, so tightly like a snake wrapping itself around its prey. Her mouth meshed with mine with a hard erotic force, so strong that I lost control of my body. She took it to her advantage and pushed me backwards; it was a miracle I didn't trip over my own feet. Her tongue slid into my mouth, parting my smooth wet lips, my eyebrows raised in shock over my closed eyes. The sound of the door slamming shut hit my ears as Kaylie kissed me passionately. She had never done anything like this before. She had never been this reckless with our relationship. It was me who was the reckless one, having dragged her into empty rooms, giving her my loving with my lips, and driving her home last week. That was all me, not her. But I didn't stop her from doing what she was doing. I rested my hands on her hips softly as her tongue attacked my mouth ravenously. She was desperate to kiss me, hold me, have me under her control. She wanted to have the power. She spun me around, pushing me back against the wall. She pinned me there so I couldn't move, which was surprising considering how much smaller, in both weight and height, she was than me. Her dominant side was showing and that turned me on more than she could ever know. I felt her leg lock around my waist, pressing her hips to mine, allowing me to feel how much she wanted me through touch. Sweet baby Jesus... I was in shock to say the least. What's brought this on? I still didn't stop her when she locked her hands in my hair, tugging on the strands, longing to kiss me harder.
"Kaylie..." I whispered in a rare moment when my lips were free. She didn't let me finish, kissing me again. I strained against her passion, pulling back a little so I could speak.
"Kaylie..."
She cut me off again, not giving me the chance to finish my sentence. She couldn't break free while I wished I could. Her limbs were fastened around me, showing no signs of letting go. Will she ever break free? It felt more like a metaphor, that she didn't only not want to let go of my body but my heart too. My soul. She just didn't want to let me go.
"Angel..." I uttered gently, tightening my hands on her hips to push her away but it didn't work. Something inside me didn't want me to push her away. It was my male instinct. I just couldn't help being aroused by her actions. Usually, her love for me was gentle. Strong but gentle. It had never been shown in this magnitude before. Kaylie's lips skimmed over my cheek and jaw, teasing my skin with little pecks and nips. She grasped my curls and I gulped down a large breath as I felt her mouth suck on my neck, lighting a fire within my heart. She hadn't even done this when we had sex. I had but not her. Her fingers made their way underneath the hem of my T-shirt, caressing my skin fondly, her leg around my waist keeping me from escaping her cage of desire.
"Mmm, Kaylie..." My voice left my lips quietly in an moan.
I couldn't help what the organ in between my legs was doing and it was clear to me that Kaylie felt it pressing into her body. Next moment, her hand was there, feeling me over my jeans. Oh, fuck...! Her fingers cupped my growing member while her mouth was still engulfed on my neck, licking the vein in my skin, saliva lathered over my flushed flesh from her warm tongue and it felt absolutely incredible. My eyes fluttered somewhere in between open and closed and for a brief second, I forgot where I was. I wasn't in my dressing room at The X Factor studios. I was somewhere else, being pleasure by the young woman that I loved more than I loved anybody else. But that moment passed and it was time for her to stop.
"Alright, Kaylie, that's enough..."
But once again, she paid no attention to my words. They didn't matter to her. She didn't want to stop her hot assult on me. She massaged the curls at the nape of my neck while her other hand fiddled with the button and zipper of my skinny jeans. Whoa...what is she doing?! I screamed in my head. I opened my eyes fully, completely wide, and switched positions with her, so it was me pinning her to the wall.
"Enough!" I growled, and not in the seductive way. Kaylie stared up at me in fear. Beneath my flaring eyes and commanding posture, she looked tiny, terrified of what I would say or do next. Her chocolate eyes were large and shining, her pink lips were slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed in embarrasment. She looked like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong but what she had just done wasn't wrong. It was simply a spur of the moment thing. I knew she hadn't planned in advance to come onto me with such want, it wasn't her. I felt guilty for snapping at her. I had never spoken to her in that tone before and I never wanted to again. Kaylie lowered her gaze to the floor, bundling her petite hands to her chest.
"I'm sorry..." She said softly, just barely a whisper. I pressed my lips together as my expression softened back to its gentle one. Now she's apologising. There was no reason for her to but if there was, I would have forgiven her in less than a heartbeat.
"I'm stupid... I'm stupid... I'm sorry..." She whimpered, still looking at the floor. No, no, no! How can she think that she's stupid? She thought she was in the wrong, that she had to take the blame for everything. I hated seeing her do that. She already had enough on her plate, adding blame would not help in the slightest. I rested my hands on her upper arms and rubbed her skin over her loose jumper gently.
"You're not stupid, Kaylie. It's OK, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's OK." I breathed softly, my forehead so close to hers. She still didn't look at me. I never saw those beautiful eyes the colour of milk chocolate. Then, suddenly, I felt Kaylie go limp beneath my touch and her head rolled over to her left shoulder. And she began to fall, her knees giving out.
"Kaylie!" I screamed and wrapped my arms around her before she hit the floor. I knelt beside her, my forehead pressed to the one of the woman I loved. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted but her breathing was faint and laboured. I was terrified. I had never been witness to something like this before and I didn't know what to do. Do I wait? Do I call for help? My girlfriend had fainted and there she lay in my arms, like a sleeping princess waiting for one kiss from her prince that would wake her up. But this was no Disney fairy-tale. This was real life. I knew kissing her would do nothing. I made the decision to not get help and wait for her to wake up on her own. I could only imagine what people would think if they found out that Kaylie was in my dressing room. Questions would be flung at the two of us and Simon would surely have something to say. This was a risk that I had chosen to take.
So I waited.
I waited for my angel to wake up from her sleep. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath she took but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see her eyes open and hear her voice. I decided to move her somewhere more comfortable, the couch, so I scooped her up in my arms. She was so small and light in my hold, a perfect young woman that I couldn't see myself living without. I laid her down on the couch, brushing strands of her caramel hair away from her face. Her eyelids fluttered softly, a dusting of gold eye shadow making her fair skin glow. I simply stared at her, wondering what I had done to deserve such a warm-hearted loving girl. My love life hadn't exactly been the best in the past. I had been a bad boy but that all changed when I met Kaylie. Suddenly, everything I wanted was standing right in front of me. And now, she was lying in my arms.
Minutes passed. Long minutes that seemed like hours. I stroked Kaylie's cheek and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Angel? Please wake up..." I whispered. Nothing happened. No response. I ran the pad of my thumb over the curve of her bottom lip, biting my own one as I waited for her to say or do something, even just give me a sign. But there was nothing.
"Come back to me, Kaylie..." I tried again and after a few seconds, she spoke one word. My name.
"Harry..."
She sounded so weak. My poor sweet angel sounded so frail and vulnerable but just that one word lifted my heart up. The way she said my name never failed to make my heart skip a beat. I cupped her face in my hands and smiled a little.
"Kaylie...? I heard you! Can you open your eyes, my love?" Please let me look into your eyes again, angel. Your beautiful eyes. Kaylie croaked out my name for a second time, followed by the slow motion of her eyelids revealing the eyes that I had fallen in love with. My eyes widened in relief. Kaylie!
"Oh, angel, you're here! Are you OK?" I gulped, kissing her sweet lips quickly and warmly. She sighed into my kiss and that sound alone made me feel so happy. Her eyes darted around for a few moments, as if she was trying to remember where she was.
"What happened?"
"You...fainted. It happened so quickly but I managed to catch you before you hit the floor." I said, my fingers trailing through her long locks. Her face fell in shock and from her expression, I knew that she had never fainted before. She was probably just as scared as I was. Kaylie rested her hand on her forehead and groaned softly.
"How long was I out?" She asked.
"Almost 10 minutes. I was so scared, Kaylie. I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever." I murmured. Tears bloomed in my girlfriend's eyes as her arms circled my neck. She asked me to sit her up, which I did. Her head fell into my neck and I kissed her forehead, my arm draped over her shoulders. She flinched unexpectedly and I looked at her curiously.
"Angel, what is it?"
"Harry...you love me, don't you?"
What? I couldn't believe that she had asked me that. Isn't the way I treat her answer her question?
"Of course I do, Kaylie. I love you so much. Why would you even question that?" My eyes narrowed. Of course I love her! There'll never be a day when I don't. Kaylie hugged her legs, bringing her knees close to her chest. She...loves me, right? Why does she still question my love for her? Our love for each other?
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, I do, Harry! I'll never stop loving you. It's just..." She trailed off.
"Just?"
"I just don't get it sometimes. Why you're with me when you could have any other girl. One more beautiful, more famous, more perfect." Kaylie said in a single breath, apparently taking more interest in looking at her boots than looking at me. I sighed and pressed my lips together. It seemed like every time I told her not to doubt what we had, she thought that she wasn't enough for me. But she was more than enough. She had to understand that.
I locked my hand behind her neck and pulled her face to mine, sliding my lips into hers. Her fingers clutched my T-shirt and grasped my shoulder as she returned my kiss, our mouths meshing together like pieces of a puzzle. Each kiss we shared lit the fire inside me, always brewing into the desire of wanting to kiss every inch of her soft skin. I kissed her once more before hugging her, caressing her neck with my lips. She twirled her fingers in my curls and pulled me closer, so close that I felt her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
"You're the most beautiful, most perfect girl I have ever seen in my life. I don't care about the famous bit, that doesn't matter to me. I love you for you, angel."
Her arms constricted around my neck from my words and I smiled into her neck, leaving more kisses there. I didn't date women just for their state of fame. It was about their personality, how they acted. It wasn't about who they were as celebrities. It was about who they were as people. To me, Kaylie was beautiful. She was perfect. In my eyes, she was my beautiful perfect girl. I loved her for the person that she was. So sweet and kind, with a heart of gold that was mine to hold. I pressed my lips to her ear and opened my eyes.
"You say I could have any other girl and that's true. But, Kaylie, I've chosen you because I want you, not any other girl." I whispered. I only wanted her. I only needed her. I hadn't looked at another girl with passion and love since I laid eyes on Kaylie. Other girls could chase me, try to get me to be with them, but nothing would work. I belonged to my angel and it would always be that way.
"You, Kaylie Walker, are the love of my life. Always remember that." I told her with all the love that I bore her. I pulled back from the hug and looked into her eyes, my gaze going right through into her heart. Her lips spread out into a bright smile and it made me smile back at her. It was so good to see her smile again, flashing her pearly whites. Kaylie leaned in and wrapped her lips around mine, kissing me hardly, wrapping me in her arms, embracing me like a true lover.
"I adore you. God, I love you more than you will ever know." She cried, her nose buried in my shoulder. I rubbed her back and kissed her jaw, relieved that she was OK now.
"I love you even more." I responded and held onto her even tighter, locking her into the prison of my heart and soul. The memory of her fainting, collasping into my arms, how she hungrily kissed me, pinning me to the wall with her hands and hips, all of it flashed in my mind. It had been such an intense 20 minutes, something I hadn't expected at all. Now, all that was left tonight were the results. Kaylie would get through, she always did. Everyone loved her, none more so than me, and the public cheered every time she stepped onto the stage. That meant something.
"You'll be fine tonight, angel. You'll get through, I know it." I assured her. She had never been in the Bottom 2 and that wasn't going to start tonight. She would perform again next week, passing through these results with flying colours. I knew it was stressful but I got through it. And so could Kaylie. I believed in her. I just needed her to believe in herself. Then, everything would be fine.
Sunday, 16th October
The knock on my dressing room door surprised me. It could be anyone on the other side: Simon, Gary, one of my contestants. Playing with the ends of my hair, I walked over to the door and pulled it open. And there she was.
"Good afternoon, angel. You OK?" I asked with a smile. She didn't smile back. Instead, she did something entirely unexpected.
Kaylie flung herself at me, attaching her arms around my neck, so tightly like a snake wrapping itself around its prey. Her mouth meshed with mine with a hard erotic force, so strong that I lost control of my body. She took it to her advantage and pushed me backwards; it was a miracle I didn't trip over my own feet. Her tongue slid into my mouth, parting my smooth wet lips, my eyebrows raised in shock over my closed eyes. The sound of the door slamming shut hit my ears as Kaylie kissed me passionately. She had never done anything like this before. She had never been this reckless with our relationship. It was me who was the reckless one, having dragged her into empty rooms, giving her my loving with my lips, and driving her home last week. That was all me, not her. But I didn't stop her from doing what she was doing. I rested my hands on her hips softly as her tongue attacked my mouth ravenously. She was desperate to kiss me, hold me, have me under her control. She wanted to have the power. She spun me around, pushing me back against the wall. She pinned me there so I couldn't move, which was surprising considering how much smaller, in both weight and height, she was than me. Her dominant side was showing and that turned me on more than she could ever know. I felt her leg lock around my waist, pressing her hips to mine, allowing me to feel how much she wanted me through touch. Sweet baby Jesus... I was in shock to say the least. What's brought this on? I still didn't stop her when she locked her hands in my hair, tugging on the strands, longing to kiss me harder.
"Kaylie..." I whispered in a rare moment when my lips were free. She didn't let me finish, kissing me again. I strained against her passion, pulling back a little so I could speak.
"Kaylie..."
She cut me off again, not giving me the chance to finish my sentence. She couldn't break free while I wished I could. Her limbs were fastened around me, showing no signs of letting go. Will she ever break free? It felt more like a metaphor, that she didn't only not want to let go of my body but my heart too. My soul. She just didn't want to let me go.
"Angel..." I uttered gently, tightening my hands on her hips to push her away but it didn't work. Something inside me didn't want me to push her away. It was my male instinct. I just couldn't help being aroused by her actions. Usually, her love for me was gentle. Strong but gentle. It had never been shown in this magnitude before. Kaylie's lips skimmed over my cheek and jaw, teasing my skin with little pecks and nips. She grasped my curls and I gulped down a large breath as I felt her mouth suck on my neck, lighting a fire within my heart. She hadn't even done this when we had sex. I had but not her. Her fingers made their way underneath the hem of my T-shirt, caressing my skin fondly, her leg around my waist keeping me from escaping her cage of desire.
"Mmm, Kaylie..." My voice left my lips quietly in an moan.
I couldn't help what the organ in between my legs was doing and it was clear to me that Kaylie felt it pressing into her body. Next moment, her hand was there, feeling me over my jeans. Oh, fuck...! Her fingers cupped my growing member while her mouth was still engulfed on my neck, licking the vein in my skin, saliva lathered over my flushed flesh from her warm tongue and it felt absolutely incredible. My eyes fluttered somewhere in between open and closed and for a brief second, I forgot where I was. I wasn't in my dressing room at The X Factor studios. I was somewhere else, being pleasure by the young woman that I loved more than I loved anybody else. But that moment passed and it was time for her to stop.
"Alright, Kaylie, that's enough..."
But once again, she paid no attention to my words. They didn't matter to her. She didn't want to stop her hot assult on me. She massaged the curls at the nape of my neck while her other hand fiddled with the button and zipper of my skinny jeans. Whoa...what is she doing?! I screamed in my head. I opened my eyes fully, completely wide, and switched positions with her, so it was me pinning her to the wall.
"Enough!" I growled, and not in the seductive way. Kaylie stared up at me in fear. Beneath my flaring eyes and commanding posture, she looked tiny, terrified of what I would say or do next. Her chocolate eyes were large and shining, her pink lips were slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed in embarrasment. She looked like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong but what she had just done wasn't wrong. It was simply a spur of the moment thing. I knew she hadn't planned in advance to come onto me with such want, it wasn't her. I felt guilty for snapping at her. I had never spoken to her in that tone before and I never wanted to again. Kaylie lowered her gaze to the floor, bundling her petite hands to her chest.
"I'm sorry..." She said softly, just barely a whisper. I pressed my lips together as my expression softened back to its gentle one. Now she's apologising. There was no reason for her to but if there was, I would have forgiven her in less than a heartbeat.
"I'm stupid... I'm stupid... I'm sorry..." She whimpered, still looking at the floor. No, no, no! How can she think that she's stupid? She thought she was in the wrong, that she had to take the blame for everything. I hated seeing her do that. She already had enough on her plate, adding blame would not help in the slightest. I rested my hands on her upper arms and rubbed her skin over her loose jumper gently.
"You're not stupid, Kaylie. It's OK, I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's OK." I breathed softly, my forehead so close to hers. She still didn't look at me. I never saw those beautiful eyes the colour of milk chocolate. Then, suddenly, I felt Kaylie go limp beneath my touch and her head rolled over to her left shoulder. And she began to fall, her knees giving out.
"Kaylie!" I screamed and wrapped my arms around her before she hit the floor. I knelt beside her, my forehead pressed to the one of the woman I loved. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted but her breathing was faint and laboured. I was terrified. I had never been witness to something like this before and I didn't know what to do. Do I wait? Do I call for help? My girlfriend had fainted and there she lay in my arms, like a sleeping princess waiting for one kiss from her prince that would wake her up. But this was no Disney fairy-tale. This was real life. I knew kissing her would do nothing. I made the decision to not get help and wait for her to wake up on her own. I could only imagine what people would think if they found out that Kaylie was in my dressing room. Questions would be flung at the two of us and Simon would surely have something to say. This was a risk that I had chosen to take.
So I waited.
I waited for my angel to wake up from her sleep. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath she took but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see her eyes open and hear her voice. I decided to move her somewhere more comfortable, the couch, so I scooped her up in my arms. She was so small and light in my hold, a perfect young woman that I couldn't see myself living without. I laid her down on the couch, brushing strands of her caramel hair away from her face. Her eyelids fluttered softly, a dusting of gold eye shadow making her fair skin glow. I simply stared at her, wondering what I had done to deserve such a warm-hearted loving girl. My love life hadn't exactly been the best in the past. I had been a bad boy but that all changed when I met Kaylie. Suddenly, everything I wanted was standing right in front of me. And now, she was lying in my arms.
Minutes passed. Long minutes that seemed like hours. I stroked Kaylie's cheek and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Angel? Please wake up..." I whispered. Nothing happened. No response. I ran the pad of my thumb over the curve of her bottom lip, biting my own one as I waited for her to say or do something, even just give me a sign. But there was nothing.
"Come back to me, Kaylie..." I tried again and after a few seconds, she spoke one word. My name.
"Harry..."
She sounded so weak. My poor sweet angel sounded so frail and vulnerable but just that one word lifted my heart up. The way she said my name never failed to make my heart skip a beat. I cupped her face in my hands and smiled a little.
"Kaylie...? I heard you! Can you open your eyes, my love?" Please let me look into your eyes again, angel. Your beautiful eyes. Kaylie croaked out my name for a second time, followed by the slow motion of her eyelids revealing the eyes that I had fallen in love with. My eyes widened in relief. Kaylie!
"Oh, angel, you're here! Are you OK?" I gulped, kissing her sweet lips quickly and warmly. She sighed into my kiss and that sound alone made me feel so happy. Her eyes darted around for a few moments, as if she was trying to remember where she was.
"What happened?"
"You...fainted. It happened so quickly but I managed to catch you before you hit the floor." I said, my fingers trailing through her long locks. Her face fell in shock and from her expression, I knew that she had never fainted before. She was probably just as scared as I was. Kaylie rested her hand on her forehead and groaned softly.
"How long was I out?" She asked.
"Almost 10 minutes. I was so scared, Kaylie. I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever." I murmured. Tears bloomed in my girlfriend's eyes as her arms circled my neck. She asked me to sit her up, which I did. Her head fell into my neck and I kissed her forehead, my arm draped over her shoulders. She flinched unexpectedly and I looked at her curiously.
"Angel, what is it?"
"Harry...you love me, don't you?"
What? I couldn't believe that she had asked me that. Isn't the way I treat her answer her question?
"Of course I do, Kaylie. I love you so much. Why would you even question that?" My eyes narrowed. Of course I love her! There'll never be a day when I don't. Kaylie hugged her legs, bringing her knees close to her chest. She...loves me, right? Why does she still question my love for her? Our love for each other?
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, I do, Harry! I'll never stop loving you. It's just..." She trailed off.
"Just?"
"I just don't get it sometimes. Why you're with me when you could have any other girl. One more beautiful, more famous, more perfect." Kaylie said in a single breath, apparently taking more interest in looking at her boots than looking at me. I sighed and pressed my lips together. It seemed like every time I told her not to doubt what we had, she thought that she wasn't enough for me. But she was more than enough. She had to understand that.
I locked my hand behind her neck and pulled her face to mine, sliding my lips into hers. Her fingers clutched my T-shirt and grasped my shoulder as she returned my kiss, our mouths meshing together like pieces of a puzzle. Each kiss we shared lit the fire inside me, always brewing into the desire of wanting to kiss every inch of her soft skin. I kissed her once more before hugging her, caressing her neck with my lips. She twirled her fingers in my curls and pulled me closer, so close that I felt her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
"You're the most beautiful, most perfect girl I have ever seen in my life. I don't care about the famous bit, that doesn't matter to me. I love you for you, angel."
Her arms constricted around my neck from my words and I smiled into her neck, leaving more kisses there. I didn't date women just for their state of fame. It was about their personality, how they acted. It wasn't about who they were as celebrities. It was about who they were as people. To me, Kaylie was beautiful. She was perfect. In my eyes, she was my beautiful perfect girl. I loved her for the person that she was. So sweet and kind, with a heart of gold that was mine to hold. I pressed my lips to her ear and opened my eyes.
"You say I could have any other girl and that's true. But, Kaylie, I've chosen you because I want you, not any other girl." I whispered. I only wanted her. I only needed her. I hadn't looked at another girl with passion and love since I laid eyes on Kaylie. Other girls could chase me, try to get me to be with them, but nothing would work. I belonged to my angel and it would always be that way.
"You, Kaylie Walker, are the love of my life. Always remember that." I told her with all the love that I bore her. I pulled back from the hug and looked into her eyes, my gaze going right through into her heart. Her lips spread out into a bright smile and it made me smile back at her. It was so good to see her smile again, flashing her pearly whites. Kaylie leaned in and wrapped her lips around mine, kissing me hardly, wrapping me in her arms, embracing me like a true lover.
"I adore you. God, I love you more than you will ever know." She cried, her nose buried in my shoulder. I rubbed her back and kissed her jaw, relieved that she was OK now.
"I love you even more." I responded and held onto her even tighter, locking her into the prison of my heart and soul. The memory of her fainting, collasping into my arms, how she hungrily kissed me, pinning me to the wall with her hands and hips, all of it flashed in my mind. It had been such an intense 20 minutes, something I hadn't expected at all. Now, all that was left tonight were the results. Kaylie would get through, she always did. Everyone loved her, none more so than me, and the public cheered every time she stepped onto the stage. That meant something.
"You'll be fine tonight, angel. You'll get through, I know it." I assured her. She had never been in the Bottom 2 and that wasn't going to start tonight. She would perform again next week, passing through these results with flying colours. I knew it was stressful but I got through it. And so could Kaylie. I believed in her. I just needed her to believe in herself. Then, everything would be fine.
Notes
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!I've been hearing Just Hold On and This Town many times here in Holland (and Germany as well) which is amazing! So proud of Louis and Niall! I wish everyone a wonderful 2017 (it better be much happier than this year) and stay safe, my dears! Next chapter, it will be revealed if Kaylie got through to next week's show!
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11/19/17