Follow Your Heart

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home, Nanna?" Nichole asked she watched Harry put the last of her dishes in the truck. Watched, or drooled, she wasn’t sure which, but seeing him bent over in his ‘how the hell does he breathe’ skinny jeans coupled with the need she felt for him after seeing him holding Ethan was just about too much. It didn’t go unnoticed by Nanna that her grand-daughter was not looking at her, but rather at the good looking young man leaning into back of her pick up, as she spoke.

"No, I'm fine. I’ve been driving myself home long before you were born, baby girl.” Nanna turned to Harry, grinning as he straightened up, “Besides I think your young man has had enough for one day. You both look tired. Stay here and take care of each other."

Harry blushed slightly as Nichole giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist and hiding her face in his chest.

They waved as Nanna got in her truck and headed down the drive, but not before promising to come over for lunch before they left for LA.

As they turned to walk into the house, Harry leaned down and asked,

“Did your Nan just tell us to go have sex?”

“I think she did.” Nichole teased as she ran her hand over his ass, “You don’t want to disobey Nanna, do you?”

Harry just laughed and muttered, “Behave, woman,” as he leaned down and kissed her temple.

~*~*~*~

“Was a good Thanksgiving, huh?” Dylan asked no one in particular as he sat back, draping his arm behind Hannah. Nichole sipped her wine, curling into Harry’s body as they sat near the fire pit, enjoying the quiet after a day full of family, food, and football.

“It was…no major arguments, unless you count Aunt Charlene trying to give Momma her pecan pie recipe.” Nichole said with a giggle.

“I honestly thought your mum handled it well,” Harry commented, “Waited until your aunt turned around and binned it.”

“Oh my god! She did not?” Hannah laughed.

“She did and gave me a cheeky wink as she did it.”

Nichole yawned and rested her head on Harry’s chest and he pulled her closer, kissing her head and whispering,

“Time to go up, beautiful?” She shook her head, wanting to enjoy time with her brother and sister in law a bit longer.

“So what’s the plan after you get back to LA?” Hannah asked. “Y’all are done touring, right?”

“Yeah…couple more appearances to make and a bit more promo for the album, but yeah” Harry sighed before he continued, “…we’re done. After New Year’s Eve, that’s it. Nothing planned after that. Going to try and relax, spend some time with family and friends…we’ll see how long it lasts though.”

“You should come spend some more time here at the ranch…” Dylan started, but stopped when Hannah touched his leg.

“I’m gonna be home more, Dylan. Don’t worry. But I do have a job.” Harry looked down at her and smiled,

“Well, the boss has spoken,” Dylan teased. He stood up, holding his hand out for Hannah to help her up. “We are done for the night. See y’all in the morning.”

Once they were inside, Nichole looked up at Harry, who seemed very focused on the fire.
“You alright, baby?” He turned to look at her, leaned down and kissed her softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“It’s weird…I don’t really have a plan for what’s happening next. I mean, Jeff and I have talked about some things…and there are some negotiations going on for a solo thing…but, I’ve had my life planned out for the last five years and now…it’s wide open. It’s almost scary.”Nichole watched him, seeing something she hadn’t seen in his eyes before…insecurity.

“Baby…don’t worry. This is your time…time to think about what Harry wants. What do you want to do? Don’t think you have to rush into anything now. Take your time and decide what you really want.”

Harry reached out and pulled her over into his lap, her legs straddling his. He ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it behind her ears, no words were spoken but their eyes connected and they couldn’t look away from each other.She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Feeling his fear and uncertainty, Nichole whispered against his lips,

“I love you, Harry…I’m so proud of you, you are going to be great, I promise.”

~*~*~*~

Nichole woke up and sat up in bed, looking over at Harry, sound asleep and snoring. She watched him, her mind wandering, thinking how his lips felt, and his hands, as they trailed over her body. The pull between her thighs was real and her legs instinctively squeezed together, hoping the friction would provide some relief, but it only seemed to make her need worse. She was certain she was going to combust.

She slipped back down into the bed, wrapping leg around his and pulling him to her. Her hand slid over his chest slowly, down over his stomach and she let her hands linger at the waist band of his boxers. She pushed up against him and kissed his shoulder, her tongue darting out to quickly taste his skin.

“Baby…” trailing her hand lower, she sighed in his ear, “I need you…”

Harry groaned quietly as her lips touched his neck, “Babes…” Even though he could still feel sleep trying to pull him back under, Nichole’s lips were leaving a heated trail as she slowly descended down his body. She slipped under the blankets and he groaned as she settled herself between his legs, her fingers running up his thighs as she placed soft kisses across this laurel leaf tattoos. Nichole could hear his breathing become labored.

“Nichole…” he muttered, his hands instinctively going into her hair. She could feel him getting harder as she continued to leave kisses on his waist and her hand stroked him through his boxers. She couldn't help but smile just a little against his skin as her hands grasped the waistband of his boxers slowly pulled them down, stopping for a moment when he pulled the blankets off of them, his eyes locking on her mischievous ones.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked as he pulled himself up, leaning back on his forearms. Nichole pulled his boxers further down, just far enough to take him into her hand and begin to pump his cock slowly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?”

Nichole stopped stroking him and licked a stripe from the base all the way up to the head and then closed her lips around him, just letting her tongue circle for a moment, savoring his taste. His breathing started to get intense.She glanced up at him, he was watching her intently as she bobbed his head up and down his length, taking him in deeper. He fell back on the bed, pressing his hands into his eyes, cursing her name softly. She couldn't help but giggle, which vibrated through him and he cursed her again.

"Damnit, Nichole," Harry moaned. "Fuck...you're so good..." His quiet moans and curses filled the room. It didn't take long before he was ready to explode. His legs were shaking and he had grabbed the pillow and threw it over his face, trying to muffle the noises he was making. Just when Nichole was sure he was going to release into her mouth, he grabbed her shoulders.

"Stop...Nichole...fuck...stop!" Nichole released him with a pop and looked up at him. Even in the darkened room, she could see how dark his eyes were. He pulled her up closer to him, never breaking eye contact.

"What?" she smirked. He quickly flipped them over so she was on her back beneath him.

"You are...god woman..." his lust filled voice rasped. He started tugging at the t-shirt she was wearing, trying to pull it down, "Is this mine?" Nichole nodded slowly. Then, without a word, he ripped it right down the middle, exposing the upper half of her body. The combination of the cool air and the desire rushing through them both made her nipples pebble up quickly. He grabbed her breasts roughly and pushed them together, his tongue moving back and forth between her nipples. Nichole arched off the bed and moaned. He looked up and growled,

"Be quiet, Nichole...or so help me..." she raised an eyebrow at him and grinned.

"Or what, Harold?" She teased. His eyes twinkled at bit and he gave her a little smirk as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over hers.

"You are in for it, miss." He whispered against her lips.

"That’s what I’m counting on, baby."

His mouth trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth across her jawline and down her neck. The tables had quickly turned and she couldn't do anything but whimper desperately. He pulled back, and without a word, he ripped her panties off and threw them on the floor.

"Those were new."

"Don't care," Harry sassed. Then he kissed her roughly as he pushed her legs further apart, his hips settling between her thighs. "You ready for me, beautiful?"

"You tell me." Nichole said biting down on his ear lobe. He groaned and reached between them, running his fingers through her folds, collecting the moisture and rubbing slow circles over her clit. Nichole moaned into his shoulder, "Baby, please...don't tease."

"I love it when you beg, beautiful.” Harry whispered. Nichole bucked her hips up to his and he chuckled wickedly into her neck. "Always so eager, aren’t you?" He lined up himself up with her dripping entrance, "is this what you want?" She just nodded into his neck. "Say it, Nichole...is this what you want? You want it so bad you had to wake me up for it?"

"Yes." she whimpered, "Please, Harry..." He pushed himself into her, balls deep, Nichole biting his shoulder to keep from screaming. He hissed and muttered,

"God damnit...so fucking tight." He held still for a moment allowing them both to adjust to the feeling. His hands slid up her body, stopping on either side of her head, his forehead dropping to hers. Their eyes locked on each other's and she pushed up against him just bit, silently begging him to move. He slowly pulled back, almost completely out and snapped his hips back, pushing back into her roughly. Her breath hitched and she gasped,

"Fuck, Harry...baby..." He groaned and pulled her legs up, hooking them over his arms. The new angle had him stroking her inner walls perfectly, hitting that spot that had her shaking. She could already feel herself tightening around him.

"So close already, beautiful...I can feel you." Harry breathed out. She arched her body back as his hips continued to move with hers, alternating quick, rough thrusts with deep, slow grinds. Nichole couldn't stop the whimpers and low moans coming from her mouth. She gripped his arms tight, flexing her inner muscles around him and he groaned, "Fuckin' hell!"

Nichole reached down between them and rubbed her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge. Harry looked between them, watching. He dropped back down, covering her body with his, their lips connecting and swallowing their moans. Nichole felt her orgasm beginning to build in her limbs, the tingling working towards her core. She closed her eyes just as it hit and I cried out his name as she crashed over the edge. That's all it took for Harry’s control to snap, his movements lost any sort of rhythm and he dropped his head to her shoulder, swearing loudly as he released inside of her.

They lay there for a while, her hands running up and down his back. It wasn't long before they both were giggling, knowing full well they were not quiet and were going to be getting looks from Nichole’s family in the morning. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his chest.

"You are an evil woman, Miss Davies. Evil."

“You love it." Nichole teased. He looked down at her, tilting her chin upwards so she could see him.

"I do, you evil woman."

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