“I’m in the mood for dancing,
romancing, I’m givin’ it all tonight,”

“Shh!” I giggle into his shoulder, tightening my grip around his neck. “You’ll wake the whole house,”

I still can’t wrap my head around it. We’d gone from barely talking to each other to Harry carrying me bridal style up the stairs of to his flat. It was quite a rapid progression but, alas, an exciting and satisfying one.

“Can’t help it, love,” he smirks. “M’ in a good mood,”

I myself am over the moon.

I return the grin and we’ve finally reached his door with its crooked numbers.

“Put me down,” I urge. “It’s not even my wedding day and you’re trying to carry me over the threshold.”

He shrugs before setting me back down on my feet.

“Suit yourself,”

I seize the opportunity to slip out of my heels as Harry fiddles with his key, glancing in my direction once in a while. He opens the wide enough for me to walk through once it’s finally unlocked and I press a kiss to cheek before stepping over the threshold. The flat is dark with the exception of the lamp on his bookcase. It smells like him inside and the place feels just as much like home as it did before. It feels like ages since I’ve been here and the memory of my last visit suddenly floods in my mind. As toss my shoes under the coat rack I shake the negative thoughts out of my head. That was then and this is now.

My thoughts are interrupted as Harry flicks on a light, illuminating the lounge so that both of us can see better. He grins at me, loosening the pale pink tie around his neck. I shrug out of my coat with a sigh.

“Weddings are such a drag,” I groan. “I’m so glad this is over,”

“Hey, don’t despise weddings,” his grin grows wider he saunters over to me. “they’re great fun.”

I kink a brow as his hands rest on my hips, causing my heart to turn summersaults.

“Only for those of us who get paid,” I retort fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“I’ll have you know that I don’t charge friends for wedding shoots,” he replies, pulling me closer.

“So you’ll do mine free of charge?” I smirk.

He grins.

“Only if you save me a dance,”

My heart is pounding with joy and adrenaline and I wish he’d shut up and kiss me.

“I’m dying to get out of this dress,” I start suddenly. “got any clothes I can borrow?”

I stare up at him. The corner of his lips curve up into the tiniest grin and I hope he’s getting the picture.

“Of course,” he drawls. “follow me.”

He takes my hand, gently tugging me in the direction of his bedroom. The carpet feels soft between my toes as I take a seat at the edge of the bed watching as Harry rummages through his drawer. I run my palm over the grey duvet thinking back to the night- the thrill the passion, the unadulterated affection and the complete and utter paralyzing fear I’d felt afterwards. But tonight was different. Tonight there was no fear.

“Here you are,”

He places the garments on the bed beside me before taking off his tie and sitting it on top of his dresser. I watch as he works the buttons on his shirt, letting my eyes wander to the ink etched across his chest.

“Ya know,” I sigh standing to my feet and striding over to him. “if we’d stuck with our initial agreement we’d be ‘broken up’ by now and gone our separate ways.”

I don’t want to be so bold so I resist the urge to touch the now exposed butterfly on his abdomen.

“Yeah?” he drawls, reaching out to tuck a piece of fallen hair behind my ear.

“Oops,” I quip, wrapping my arms around his neck. “so much for that.”

His hands drop to my waist again and he leans down, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I pull away, focusing my kisses on his jaw and along his neck making sure to graze my teeth against his flesh.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, eyes slammed shut and head thrown back in bliss.

A wave of doubt suddenly washes over me and think that maybe this is too soon. We’ve only just reconciled. Maybe he’ll think I’m taking advantage of him.

“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper against his skin.

“No, don’t,”

A press a kiss just under his earlobe, still unsure.

“This isn’t too soon?”

He nuzzles his face into my neck, a bit of stubble tickling my skin.

“It’s been so long,” he drawls into my skin. “too long since I’ve touched you. I don’t care how soon is too soon. I jus’ wanna be with you.”

That’s all I need to hear before I’m kissing him again, fingers flying at the buttons on his shirt, his tongue darting between my lips. My stomach twist into knots of excited energy, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of my dress. The palm of his hands caress my arse once its fallen to the floor in a pool around my ankles. I’m thankful that I decided to wear the lingerie Penny had gifted me but I also don’t think it’s fair that I’m practically naked and he’s still fully clothed from the waist down.

“Bed,” I pant, tugging at his belt loops.

He seems to get the picture and follows be towards the bed, standing between my legs once I’ve settled on the edge. The bulge in his trousers is quite noticeable against the black fabric and the sight of it makes me squirm with anticipation.

“Shit,” I mumble, fingertips grazing his belt buckle.

Getting him undressed is much harder this time considering the fit of his trousers and the wait makes me impatient.

“Stop teasing me, Presley” he moans as I palm the bulge in his boxers. “’s not fair. I haven’t touched you yet.”

If it wasn’t obvious before it was even more obvious that Harry liked to have an element of control but was still courteous enough to asks for consent.

“Fine,” I smirked, "touch me.“

Still stood between my legs, he stoops on his knees pressing slow delicate kisses along the insides of my thigh. My fingers grab at his hair, weaving into his locks as inhale sharply. I’m sure I’m going to loose it right then and he’s barely touching me, his breath ghosting over the aching region that’s begging for his attention. He smirks up at me, the intense gaze in his jade eyes is enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"So ready,” he mumbles.

Boy was he right. I’d been yearning for his touch since the first night.

“Harry,” I hiss “condom.”

He smirks, removing his head between my legs before sauntering over to his nightstand that I was now aware, housed condoms. He returns, standing between my legs once more as my hands fumble for the clasp of my bustier.

“I’ll help you take it off if you help me put this on.”

The rasp in his voice almost makes me lose it and I nod weakly as he hands me the foil packet, his fingers already successfully undoing the clasp. As I slowly peel his boxers down I can’t think of the last time a partner of mine had made this a team effort. It was not only practical but also incredibly sexy.

Harry watches lustfully as my hand gently wraps around his length, moving up and down the base a few times for good measure.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he groans once I’ve successfully gotten the condom on.

His long fingers gingerly reach for the band on my nickers, leaving me to kick them off my ankles. My breathing has gone ragged and I’m not even afraid to hide my excitement.

“Lie down, baby.”

He hasn’t got to tell me twice, my fingers already reaching for his hair as he settles between my legs.

The moment is perfect, just me and him and the heat of our bodies, the drumming of our hearts the only audible sound. This is exactly how it ought to be.

“Okay?” he questions, sinking his finger tips into my hips.

I nod, resting my face in the crook of his neck as I brace myself for the upcoming pressure. He presses kisses along my temple, neck and shoulders distracting me from the temporary pain as he pushes until his hips meet mine. My eyes flutter open to meet his, filled with the sweetest affection.

“Good, yeah?”

My fingernails graze his back as the pleasure courses through my body.

“So good,”

It’s like the first time all over again, the sweet, gentle affection, the toe curling passion, the way he pays attention to my body. Only this time I’m just beginning to realize how perfectly we fit together and nothing feels wrong.

It’s all so right.

When it’s all over, we’re lying in bed again, the comforter pulled up to my chest, his arms around me and my head resting in the crook of his neck. Things have been silent between us for a while and I’m convinced Harry’s probably nodded off to sleep and I think I should close my eyes myself.

“Are you staying for the night?” he drawls sleepily.

“What?” I blurt, a bit startled.

“Are you staying for the night?” his deep voice causing a vibration in his chest.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

He sighs deeply and I wonder if I said something wrong.

“You’re not gonna sneak off when I fall asleep, leave me here in the mornin’ to wake up by myself?”

My heart suddenly sinks to my stomach once I realize what he means. I hadn’t even realized it’d hurt him so much. I was afraid then but I’m not afraid anymore.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise, H. ”

He grows silent again as if he’s not convinced.

“This time, I’m here to stay.”

And I did.

Notes

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