Between Pretend And Reality

"Babyyy, I'm gettin' impatient," Harry calls from the other end of the door.

I sigh wistfully, running a brush through my hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror a final time, eyeing the way the deep red lace hugs my curves. The red was a good choice, its festive and actually compliments my porcelain complexion.

It was Valentine's night and I'd spent nearly 45 minuets locked in the bathroom and slipping into intricate lingereie in preparation for a passionate night.

I'd never been a fan of Valentine's day. I'd always found the holiday to be pretentious and superficial but this Valentine's day was different. This Valentine's was Harry and I's first as a real, official couple. Needless to say, the pressure to impress was pretty high. I'd ordered three sets of linger I thought Harry might fancy when I'd much rather be spending the night in sweats and a t-shirt.

The things we do for love.

I give myself a once over a final time before tying the matching silk dressing gown around my waist. On the other end of the door I can hear a jazz instrumental of Wham!'s "Careless Whisper" and the glow of candle light under the door.

Wow, he's really bring out all the big stops tonight.

"What took ya so long?" he drawls as I make my way into the bedroom.

He's sat at the edge of bed, clad in only a pair of black boxers the hug all the right places.
There's at least fifty tea candles lining the base boards of the bedroom and in the dim glow I can spot rose petals on the bed. For once I feel like a proper adult on Valentines day.

I grin, reaching for the knot in the front of my dressing gown.

"Does it really matter?" I question, sauntering over to him. "I don't think you'll care once you see what's under my dressing gown,"

A smirk adorns his face, giving me a flash of his dimples as I stand between his legs. He reaches for knot, the only barrier between his hands and my body, gingerly untying it, I watch in satisfaction as his green eyes grow wide.

"Fuck," he gawks, placing his hands on either sides of my waist. "I could just take you right here."

I grin, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Down boy," I whisper, dropping the dressing gown and crawling onto his lap. "you're going to have to calm down if we want to make a night out of this,"

Harry pulls me closer, his fingertips pressing into my flesh as he presses a slow kiss to my mouth. My fingers weave into his curls as his mouth presses against my flesh, sucking bruises along my neck.

For a moment my nose catches the scent of something strange and sooty but I'm much too distracted by the sensations he's giving me to give it a second thought.

The heavy petting soon turns into full out foreplay and it only when I'd lying on my back with Harry's hand buried in my knickers that I see the flash of orange light along the curtains.

"Shit," I pant, panicked.

Harry smirks down at me from his position above me.

"Almost there, babe?" he asks, seductively.

"No! Fire!

"Yeah," he grins. "you're body is on fire for me."

"No, Harry," I groan, pushing his hands away. "Actual.fire."

I take my hand, moving his head in the direction of the flames.

"Christ! It's a fire!" he exclaims, hoping to his feet.

"No shit, sherlock!!" I shout as smoke consumes the room, the smoke detectors ringing in the distance. "You and your goddammed candles, H!"

"Bloody hell, what do we do?? Is this how this ends?" Harry groans.

By now I'm stood to my feet and grabbing the decorative pillows on the bed, patting away at the flames.

"Do you want to help me or do you want to die??" I shout.

This wasn't my first fire. I'd had a few kitchen mishaps but never anything in a place in which I was completely confined. I was quite panicked and trying to keep my cool, hoping that Harry would follow suit.

"At least we'll be together," he shrugs.

I roll my eyes.

"Help me. Now!"

He scurries off to the bathroom, returning quickly with a plastic cup of water in which he tosses on the flames, extinguishing them immediately. A look of relief washes over his face and I let out a huge sigh, the tune of "Careless Whisper" and the faint sound of what is probably fire sirens are the only sounds between us.

"Well," he sighs sauntering over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "now that that's over we can get back to business."

I pull away.

"You really think I'm still in the mood after that? You tried to kill me!"

"But babe," Harry whines. "I was just tryin' to be romantic,"

I grin, pulling him back to me.

"Your attempts at being romantic have the fire department here. Not so sexy, hun."

"Maybe you're right," he sighs, tugging at his bottom lip. "well, Happy Valentine's Day, l guess."

I grin, stretching on my toes to press a kiss to his lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. We really went out with a bang this year."

Notes

Hey! It's been a while.

The semester is coming to a close and I've been super busy with school and life in general. I've had an idea for this drabble for a while now and it's finally out and executed! This story will be coming to a close soon I'll probably do two more drabbles and then it will be finished unless of course someone has any request. Don't feel too shy to asks. I'd be happy to fill them!

Also, who's life has been changed by "Sign Of The Times"? Mine sure has. The single is absolutely incredible! It's so beautiful and really thought provoking and the thing is it's only H's first single. Imagine what the whole album will look like? Also, can't wait to see him on SNL!

Well, I hope you all enjoyed! Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a little review!

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