Follow Your Heart

Gemma and Nichole both turned to Harry as he walked outside. He couldn’t help but smile noticing that Nichole had moved her chair into the sunlight and still had her hands pulled into the sleeves of the hoodie she took from him. He moved a chair next to her and dropped the papers in her lap as he sat down.

“You decided?” She asked, picking up the papers. She glanced across to Gemma as she unfolded them. She looked at them a moment then back at Harry with the biggest smile on her face.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Gemma said as she stood up and went inside. When the door closed, Nichole looked at him and asked,

“Are you sure about this, Harry? Africa?”

“Of course I am. It’s where we can do the most good. And you have the experience, Nichole. It’s a perfect choice.” He reached over and slid his hand into her one of her sleeves, intertwining his fingers with hers, “I know it’s what you wanted to do.”

“Harry, it’s not about me. Is it what you want?”

“Yes, Nichole. It is what I want. But…”

“But?”

“But, I’m not ignoring the other two either. Those are close to home, and I can’t justify doing all the work we are going to do here,” Harry said pointing to the papers she held, “If I don’t do something for the children here as well. So you need find out what we can do to help. Donations, help with their own fundraising, whatever it is. Let’s do it, ok?” She smiled and nodded at him,

“I’ll send some emails tomorrow.” Then she folded the papers and slipped them into her pocket.
“So are we done with work today?” he asked. Again she just smiled and nodded.
“Good, because I have been dying to kiss you for hours. Come here.” And he took her hand and pulled her out of her chair and into his lap.

~*~*~*~

Gemma stood at the window watching her brother kiss her best friend.It made her happy to see them both so happy. But she was scared for them, too. Gemma wouldn’t say it out loud, but god, if it didn’t work out. Well, it was going to be a mess. She was pretty confident, but Nichole had commitment issues like no other girl she knew, and Harry…well, he was such a romantic but he could mess up a relationship faster than an unsupervised four year old in a toy store without even trying.

Gemma turned around and started picking up the cups and cleaning up from their work session when Anne joined her. She stacked the papers up and placed them on Nicky’s laptop while Gemma went into the kitchen to do the washing up. Anne followed her daughter into the kitchen and asked,

“Pizza and movie night tonight? I can run to the shops and get everything and we can make some pizza and have a quiet one in before you go back to London.” Gemma placed the last cup on the drain board and turned around, wiping her hands on a tea towel.

“Sounds good.” She leaned on the counter and sighed, “Mum? You are coming down to London in a few days, right?”

“Well, yes. I want to be there for the first show. Robin and I both are planning on coming.”

“So, what if I just stay here and come back with you? Let Harry and Nicky go back and spend some time alone.”

“Whatever you want to do, sweetheart. Love a bit of extra time with my girl. Why the change of plans?” She looked out the window and smiled. Nichole was sitting in his lap and he had his arms wrapped around her tightly, saying something in her ear that had her red faced and giggling.

“Them…this thing with them, started over the phone because he can’t sleep so they’ve spent hours on the phone almost every night while he was touring, then the last days in North America, so much going on and so many people around…and now they are here…with us…they haven’t spent any time alone, not really.”

“You are a good sister, and a friend. I know she’s been sleeping in his room. They think I don’t know, but I do.”

“They haven’t?”

“No. At least I don’t think so.”

“She wouldn’t. I believe she said ‘In your mother’s house? Lord have mercy!’”, Gemma said mimicking Nichole’s Texas drawl as best she could. “I just want to give them a few days alone before he’s gone again.”

“That is sweet of you, honey.” About then the door opened and Nichole and Harry walked in, hand in hand.

“Gem, you did something sweet? No way!” Harry teased. Nichole giggled and scolded him,
“Be nice to your sister!”

“I haven’t yet, brother mine, but you keep it up, I will change my mind.”

~*~*~*~

There was more pizza than they could possibly eat, but they all had a lot of fun working together in the kitchen. Harry gave Nichole no mercy when she put pineapple on hers. She just told him she liked pineapple and he didn’t have to eat it, just meant more for her.

Everyone was settled and comfortable with pizza and wine in the lounge when Robin turned the lights down. He looked over at Harry and Nichole, who were cuddled together on the small sofa under a small blanket and said,

“You two mind where your hands are wandering over there…any funny noises and you are sleeping outside.”

Nichole gasped and blushed, turning her face into Harry’s chest, hiding her face. Harry just chuckled and told Robin not to worry about their noises, they’d keep it down. Gemma and Anne both laughed and Nichole just sunk further down under the blanket.

“You two…stop, poor Nicky is dying over there,” Anne scolded the two of them.Harry kissed her head and pulled the blanket off her face,

“Come out of there and eat your disgusting pineapple pizza.”

She sat up and moved to the other side of the sofa, taking her pizza, a bottle of wine and the blanket with her. Harry raised his eyebrow at her and she stuck her tongue out at him, turned to the TV and watched as the movie started. About half way through the movie, Nichole was pouring another glass of wine from the bottle she’d claimed, Harry reached over and started tugging at her shirt under the blanket. Nichole looked over at him and he was pouting. She smiled at him, but pushed his hand away. Everyone was engrossed in the movie so they weren’t paying attention to their little exchange. Harry’s bottom lip poked out even further and he started pulling on her shirt again, trying to get her to move closer. Nichole shook my head ‘no’ at him and moved further away.She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he started moving closer and closer. He knew she was watching and trying not to giggle. He got right up next to her, but she tried to act like she was more interested in the movie than him until he slipped his arm around her waist and leaned over and licked her face.

“Harry!! Hell’s Bells!!” she squealed as she pushed him away. She picked up a pillow and hit him with it as well, “You disgusting…ugh!” Gemma grabbed the remote and stopped the movie and the three of them were staring at them.

“Are you quite finished?” Gemma asked. They both started giggling and cuddled up and Gemma started the movie again.

Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You taste delicious, by the way,” and kissed Nichole’s neck.Her body shivered from the sound of his voice and the feel of his lips on her skin. Nichole closed her eyes a second to compose herself and felt him chuckle. “You cold, beautiful?” he asked as he pulled the blanket higher over her.

“Shut up, Harold.” He just chuckled again and pulled her closer.

~*~*~*~

Nichole came back downstairs after dropping her bags in her room and changing out of her jeans and into a comfortable t shirt dress, finding Harry in the kitchen feeding Gemma’s cat, Olivia.

“So, your sister is transparent as glass.”

Harry stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. Nichole wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him as he rocked them back and forth slightly, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

“She is, but that’s okay. Giving me some time alone with you before the craziness starts up again. I like that idea.”

Nichole looked up at him, smiling. “So, do you want to go out?”

Harry just shook his head. He wanted to take Nichole out, but not tonight. Going out meant being seen and photographed, and questioned and he didn’t want to deal with any of that just yet. He didn’t want her to have to deal with that just yet either. He just wanted it to be the two of them in their little bubble of peace for just a bit longer. Nichole was happy no matter what he decided to do. She honestly didn’t think she was ready to be seen out in public with him just yet either. Here, in his sister’s house, all alone felt perfect.

“Okay, well we can order food, or I can cook and we can just hang out here then?”

Harry pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her, “Perfect.”

~*~*~*~

Harry and Nichole cooked dinner together, moving through the kitchen fluidly preparing pasta and vegetables. Cuddled on the sofa with the television on but being ignored, feeding each other from the same plate and sharing a bottle of wine, they had the perfect evening alone.

Nichole stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen, but he stopped her, doing it himself. When he came back, she’d turned the television off and was looking through her phone. He sat down beside her, taking her phone and tossing it to the coffee table.

“Excuse you, Harold.”

He shushed her with a kiss and Nichole melted in him, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him push her onto her back. His hands wandered down to her thighs, pushing her dress up slowly. She whimpered at the loss of his lips as he pulled back to look into her eyes. He brought his hand to her face, stroking her cheek and then pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear. Nichole’s eyes closed and her face leaned into his touch. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth and exploring it thoroughly. Nichole’s little whines egging him on, he pushed her knees up and settled his body between her legs, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him. The effect he’d had on him since the day they met. Nichole pushed her hips up, desperate for the friction only his body could give her. Harry pulled out of the kiss again, their foreheads touching, and he ran his finger down her cleavage, whispering,

“Nichole, tell me now to stop and I will, otherwise, I am taking you upstairs and I am not leaving until I’m making breakfast for you in the morning.”

She giggled then kissed him on the cheek, pushing him up and rolling from underneath his body, standing up and walking backwards towards the stairs. His eyes never left her. He stood up and stalked towards her, grinning devilishly. Before she could turn and head up the stairs he caught her by the wrist and pulled her to him, lips attaching to hers as he reached around, grabbing her ass with both hands. She squealed and giggled into his mouth as he lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He started walking up the stairs and she whispered to him between kisses,

“Don’t you drop me, Harold.” He squeezed her ass again and bit her bottom lip playfully,

“Never, beautiful.”

~*~*~*~

He looked deeply into her chocolate eyes as he brushed back a stand of hair from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes focused on his mouth seeing the slight curve of his top lip every time he smiled. The creases around his eyes and mouth giving him something extra to his facial expression.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How sexy your mouth is,” tracing his lips with her index finger. “The shape of your lips…the slight curve…this dimple,” her voice turning soft.

“Well why don’t you come closer,” Harry leaning down to take her mouth with his, the kiss drenched in a wanton passion.

He wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her body closer as she placed her arms around his neck. Harry could feel the strain in his jeans as she rubbed her hips into his, her fingers running through his hair. He slowly led the two of them further into the bedroom without breaking their connection. Harry brought his hands up her back and fisted them into her hair as he broke the kiss taking her neck in a savage manner. A moan escaped Nichole’s mouth once again as he bit her flesh raining kisses down to her collar bone. She could hear her heavy breathing ringing in her ears as each spot Harry placed his lips left a burning sensation. Harry looked into Nichole’s eyes again seeing the flush of her skin as his breathing matched the speed of hers.

“I can smell you,” he whispered in her ear smiling. “You smell so good,” his voice thick with lust.

Harry could feel himself becoming even harder, if that was possible, as she brushed her lips against his neck biting him lightly until she found the lobe of his ear taking it in her mouth. Harry closed his eyes lost in the sucking motion, his breathing becoming heavy again, his hands sliding under the fabric of her dress as they made contact with the skin of her thighs.

Nichole found the edge of his shirt working her hands up underneath so she could feel the leanness of his chest. Harry broke their connection to take it off, throwing it in the corner of the room. Nichole held her breath as she took the view of him in while working buttons of his jeans. Harry kicked off his boots as he helped her push the denim off of his hips letting his pants fall to the ground, leaving him standing in his black Calvins.

“Do you want to keep your socks on?” Nichole teased as she slipped her shoes off.

Harry stuck his tongue out pulling his socks off tossing them onto the pile he had created in the corner of the room.

“Don’t tease, Harold.”

“You want to see me tease?” taking her in his arms and swinging her over to the bed laying her down on her back.

Harry slowly crawled his way to her letting his hand trace up her body feeling her shiver under his touch. Nichole noticed the intensity in his eyes, the green she loved turning darker, as he gently brushed his lips against hers. She traced her hands up his back feeling the definition of his muscles as he took her top lip into his mouth slowly doing the same with her bottom one. Nichole touched his lips with her tongue before he started to suck on it, a soft moan coming from her throat as he brought his hand up under the fabric of her dress once again. Nichole leaned up letting Harry take the garment off of her body now just draped in her lacy underwear. She felt a little self-conscious as his eyes roamed the nakedness of her flesh bringing her gently down back onto the mattress.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her with a genuine sincerity.

Nichole felt her face heating up, still getting used to the attention he gave her, and the compliment.

“I mean it,” his voice taking on a more heated tone as he traced his fingers lightly down from her neck to the edge of her panties. “You’re beautiful Nichole,” looking intently into her eyes.

“And you’re very sexy,” she replied, trying to change the focus off of her.

“You think so,” Harry grinned, leaning his body closer to her as he lay on his side. “Am I man enough for you,” taking her hand to feel his hardness.

“Extremely, and I don’t mean just this, darlin’” as she gave him a gentle squeeze, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Jesus, woman.”

Harry brought her hand away pinning her arm above her head as he placed a hungered kiss to her lips. The two breaking away when oxygen turned into a necessity, Harry seeing the flush of her skin and the deep color of purple to her lips. He fingered the lacy edge of her panties bringing them low on her hips, Nichole lifting up her ass as he worked them off of her legs. He took her in with his eyes loving the curves of her body. She grinned at him and pulled her hand out of his grasp and pushed his boxers down his hips and legs, tossing them across the room, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him touching her.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached between them, grasping his dick in her hand and stroking him slowly. His eyes closed and he moaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. It had been much too long and he was sure he would explode in her hand if she didn’t stop and he didn’t want to come like a teenager experiencing his first hand job.

“Stop…Stop, Nichole…god damnit.” Nichole giggled as she released her grip on him.

“You okay, baby?”

“Woman, you are going to be the death of me, I swear.” He kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip again and pulling back, grinning wickedly at her, “I believe I’m the one that promised to tease you...”

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

He leaned down and gently touched his lips to Nichole’s as his hand reached up and cupped her breast. She hissed in a breath as his thumb brushed across her nipple. His lips moved from hers and down her jaw line to her neck. He nibbled and sucked at the soft flesh there, leaving a small bruise, marking her. His lips moved down further, across her neck and down to her breasts. He carefully took a nipple into his mouth and gently sucked, laving his tongue across it at the same time. Nichole moaned at the sensation and arched up from the bed, curses falling from her lips. She grabbed on to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. She felt like she was already drowning in him and it this was only the beginning. He moved back and forth between each breast until she was pleading,

"Please...Harry...more, please..." He moaned, almost growling, deeply. His hand released her breast and slid it down her body, his mouth moving slowly down her stomach, nipping and kissing her flesh, pushing her legs apart. He gazed at her, open before him as he settled between her thighs,

"So beautiful, Nichole. So damn beautiful." He said softly. She had never been complemented about that particular part of her body, at least not so lovingly. She could feel her entire body heating with a blush as her hands covered her face. He reached up and pulled her hands away, as he slid back up her body.

“Look at me, Nichole.”

She looked into his darkened green eyes, seeing see so much in them. She wanted to get lost in them forever.

“You are beautiful...all of you. Let me show you.”

She couldn’t speak, she just nodded. He slid down her body again, settling between her thighs, his hot breath on her core, gazing at her intimately. His finger parted her dripping folds and sinking inside her.

"So wet, for me, Nichole." he moaned. His lips kissing her hip and thigh, she could feel him smile against her skin.

Nichole arched her back sucking in air as she felt the pad of Harry’s thumb rub in a circular motion on the bundle of nerves between her legs. He slid another finger deep inside of her, his hunger burning deep as he watched her arousal increase.

"Harry..." she whined. His mouth descended over her, sucking her clit into his mouth, while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her. Quiet curses fell from her lips, her hands grasped the quilt and her hips thrust involuntarily upwards. He explored her completely with his mouth and tongue until she was nothing more but a giant nerve ready to explode. She felt her body tighten as her limbs started to tingle and move inward, towards her core. She bucked her hips and moaned his name.

It was such an erotic experience for him having the power to bring her to full orgasm. He loved the fact that she was so open to him, never rejecting any touch he placed on her skin. Harry felt her body tense as Nichole grabbed the quilt in her hands, as she fell over the edge to ecstasy. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as she came back down to earth now squinting her eyes in his direction.
“Hells Bells, Harry,” her breathing still ragged. He moved back up her body, kissing her body as he went until his eyes were locked on hers again.

“Good, yeah?” He grinned.

“So good, baby. Jesus Christ.”

Harry leaned down to kiss her again, but was caught off guard when Nichole lunged forward rolling him onto his back now straddling him around his waist. His eyes closed feeling her lips move from his neck to his chest down to his stomach, tracing his tattoos with her tongue until she grasped his hardness in her hand, pumping slowly, smirking up at him. With a wink she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him in as far as she could, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit down to his base. Harry let out a guttural cry, his hands working their way into her hair, as he felt her move up and down him, making the blood flow straight into that region. She released him, giggling, hearing his breathing become just as ragged as hers was. She brushed her lips across his stomach up to his chest feeling his body quiver in response.

“Do you want me,” she breathed in his ear.

“More than you know,” now looking into her eyes.

She lifted her hips as he guided himself into her, a small gasp escaping her lips as she felt him enter. His hands gripping her hips, bringing her slowly down as he adjusted himself letting their bodies get accustomed to each other.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered feeling himself glide smoothly all the way to his base. “Damn you’re so tight,” his breathing becoming heavier.

He felt her body stiffen slightly as she rose up bringing herself down on him once again. The intensity of his arousal almost tipping him over to the edge. “Wait, wait, wait,” Harry told her trying to regain control of his body.

“Wait for what,” intentionally rising herself up again coming down with a little more force.

Harry felt himself release into her as she made the move one more time, a deep groan piercing the air from his throat. He could hear her giggling knowing that he wasn’t going to last long with the way she teased him.

“Jesus, Nichole,” he said once he regained his senses.

“I wanted to see you,” she said biting the bottom of her lip, “the way you saw me,” now looking intently into his eyes.

Harry rolled them over, now Nichole underneath his body as he shifted the two of them never losing the connection he had inside. He felt her muscles flex around him as her body modified to the new position. He brought her legs higher on his hips pushing himself deeper inside as she let out another moan from his movement. Harry took her mouth again with his…the fire of lust burning its way through their systems.

Nichole was lost to the heightened sensations of the sensitivity of her skin, feeling the build-up increase as Harry guided the tempo of their rhythm. She looked up into his face, the intensity of his expression as the sweat beaded upon his forehead. She could feel the glistening on her skin as the pitch of her moans became higher.

“Come on beautiful, you can do it, I can feel you.” he encouraged knowing that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Harry now balancing his body with his hands as he drove himself into her feeling the flexing of her muscles around him.

Her head moved from side to side as her hands went from her head to his hips to his ass driving him harder and deeper into her. He could see the dampness of her hair as she pushed her hips into his, her lips darkening into a crimson color, her lids shut tight as her mouth let out pleasurable cries into the night. Harry lifted her legs higher as he gained more access to her body making his thrusts more powerful with every stroke. He was determined to pull orgasm after orgasm from her, her moans driving him forward. He kept shaking his head trying to deflect the sweat from his eyes as Nichole rode the various degrees of sexual climax repeatedly. Her soft moans turning into longer cries now becoming high pitched screams into the air and Harry loved every minute of it.

“I can’t anymore,” Nichole breathed trying to open her eyes. “Please Harry…I don’t think I can handle one more.”

“Sorry beautiful,” he kissed her lips lightly. “I just got carried away. You are so gorgeous.” They laughed breathlessly as he concentrated now on his release.

“Will you give me one more so I can see you?”

“Just for you,” he whispered closing his eyes as he now allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her gripping him for his sexual pleasure.

His body buckled on top of Nichole’s as he let out a guttural moan for the second time that night burying his face into the side of her neck. She could feel the pulsing of him inside of her as she pushed his ass deeper into her hips.

“I think you broke me,” she shared feeling the stiffness in her joints.

Harry chuckled now regaining his sight as he tried to move his hands. “I don’t think my wrists work anymore,” making a face as he moved them in a circle.

“Wow, baby.” Nichole pushed back the hair from his sweat covered forehead.

“Yeah…wow,” Harry placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I could watch you come for me all night long,” he smiled making his eyes spark with interest.

“I couldn’t go again,” Nichole giving him a devious look, “no matter how badly I want to.”

They both lay there, Harry still on top of her, letting their bodies come back down to earth. Her hands ran through his hair and he hummed in response.Harry caressed the side of her face as he placed soft kisses on her lips seeing the color return back to normal. Nichole moved her hands up and down his back feeling his muscles underneath her palms. He winced as she came across a certain spot on his back now feeling lightly as the welts rose upon his skin.

“Sorry,” she flushed red understanding that in her throws of passion she had scratched him with all her nails. “Does it hurt,” now her expression filled with concern.

“Don’t worry,” Harry seeing her face change. “It was hot,” giving her a sly grin.

Harry released himself from her body once he felt himself go back to normal, telling her to stay where she was as he came back with a moistened washcloth. It was soothing to her skin as he lifted each leg slowly wiping up the mess they had both created. His touch was gentle as he made sure she was no longer settled in a pool of their juices taking his time as he could see her inner thighs rubbed raw.

“Shower?” he asked her. She just nodded and he helped her up from the bed. Her legs felt like jelly and they both giggled as she had to grab onto him to keep from falling.

After washing each other and sharing kisses under the water they crawled back into bed, Harry held her in his arms placing light kisses on her head, both drifting slowly into a deep restful sleep.

Notes

SURPRISE! I took a long nap and woke up refreshed and was able to sneak in one more for y'all!

Nichole and Harry are hot af, don't you think? I wanna know what ya'll think.

Feedback is love <3