Summertime & Butterflies

**3 Months Later**

“Hello, sweetheart.”

“Hi, love! I just landed,” Olivia spoke into her phone, struggling to keep the device pressed against her shoulder as she tugged her luggage through the terminal at LAX. She stopped for a moment, adjusting herself and letting the people she was obviously holding up push past her.

“Good,” Harry answered, and Olivia could hear the smile on his face. She was smiling, too – save for a long weekend trip to New York City in May and a whirlwind seventeen hour trip to Mexico in April, Harry and Olivia hadn’t seen one another since she left her sister’s house three months prior. They’d texted incessantly, talked on the phone almost every night and FaceTimed as often as they could – Harry even received the dirty pictures he told Olivia she was allowed to send – but it wasn’t the same as being together. But now, Olivia’s summer break had officially started and she was penciled in with Harry for the foreseeable future.

“Glenne said she’d meet you in the parkade,” Harry added. “Did she text you?”

“She did,” Olivia answered. Glenne was Harry’s manager’s girlfriend and while Jeff seemed a bit no-nonsense and not very fun, Glenne was the quintessential girl next door and incredibly sweet – almost too sweet. Olivia reminded herself to watch her trucker mouth around Glenne. She didn’t think the girl minded Olivia’s crass vernacular but cussing around Glenne made Olivia feel as though she was cussing around a child.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see you,” Harry murmured. “I told Glenne she’s just to drop you off. Maybe we can have dinner with them later, or not, actually… I don’t want to share you. And I don’t think I can keep my hands off of you long enough to engage in small talk,” he added with a snicker.

Olivia laughed, feeling the same. Harry’s friends were fine people, but she didn’t want to share him either. “Ditto,” she answered, rifling through her purse for her sunglasses as she stepped out into the California sunshine, finally. “We’re officially breathing the same air,” Olivia added, the loud blaring horns telling Harry she was outside.

Harry chuckled. “You’re such a nerd,” he told her. Olivia heard the swish of the sliding door open, and Harry laughed again. “But I just stepped outside, so… what’s that say about me?” he asked her. “Don’t answer,” he quickly added.

“Geek!” Olivia exclaimed, laughing loudly. “Good thing I love you,” she added coyly. Since first declaring their hasty feelings for one another on a whim in her sister’s driveway, Harry and Olivia voiced their love for one another every chance they could. Nothing made Olivia’s heart flutter more than hearing Harry’s raspy, giggling voice proclaim his love for her. It still seemed surreal, and their relationship had drawn a lot of skepticism from those close to Olivia, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the real love the two of them felt so strongly for one another.

Harry let out a tiny giggle, something that was par for the course when either of them said the L-word. “Good thing I love you, too,” he countered, and Olivia had to focus on her knees not buckling under her as she walked towards the crosswalk. If she had to pick only one thing to hear for the rest of her life, it would be those words, from him, every time.

“Oh, shucks!” Olivia laughed, stopping at the crosswalk. The traffic was whizzing through the green light, but Olivia could see Glenne waiting at the traffic sign on the other side of World Way. “I see Glenne!” Olivia told Harry, her voice giddy at the prospect of being one step closer to her boy.

“Ya-aa-ay!” Harry sang out, sounding as excited as Olivia. “I’ll let you go, but tell her to drive fast, okay? I know she drives like a little grandma sometimes. Not today.”

“Not today,” Olivia agreed, falling into step beside the hordes of people walking to the parkade. “Okay, I’ll see you soon!”

“Not soon enough, my love,” Harry replied. “One, four, three,” he added with a laugh. More often than not, Harry was the furthest thing from the suave, charming Casanova he was reported to be. Using the cheesy numerology way of stating his love proved that. But, Olivia wasn’t suave either.

“One, four, three, too,” she told him, rolling her eyes at the corniness of their conversation but adoring it at the same time. “Bye for now!” Olivia said, smiling at Glenne as she hung up the phone. “Hi!” She greeted the girl, letting Glenne envelope her into a hug.

She wished the first person hugging her in Los Angeles was Harry, but knew it was risky for him to come to the airport. The paparazzi swarmed the terminals like bees to honey, and Harry was an incredibly private person. When the media found out about Olivia, it would be because he let them know, not because of their stalking tendencies. Olivia understood, and agreed… to a point. She knew Harry’s fans were borderline psychotic and would waste no time blasting her all over Instagram the moment the relationship was revealed, but at the same time, the secrecy made Olivia sheepishly feel as though Harry was ashamed of her. She knew that wasn’t the case, but when she was having a lonely night at home, re-watching Friends on NetFlix in her tiny home in Canada while waiting for a text from Harry, who was kept busy with his rockstar life, it was hard to feel adequate.

“Hi!” Glenne greeted back, sweetly sounding excited to be in charge of chauffer duty. “How was your flight?” she politely asked as they walked towards the stairs, Glenne leading Olivia.

“Oh, fine,” Olivia replied, tugging her luggage awkwardly up the stairs. She was certain there was an elevator; this was no time to be fit. “Uneventful, which I enjoy,” she added with a chuckle, reminiscing about the flight she shared with Harry.

“No kidding!” Glenne agreed, pressing on the fob in her hand, unlocking the car as they approached. “So you’re on summer break now? Are you here for the whole time?” She wondered, pulling open the hatch and looking at Olivia questioningly. The question was harmless, but as it wasn’t something Olivia and Harry had really discussed, she didn’t know how to answer. She knew she wanted to stay for the entire summer, but she also knew she had responsibilities at home and Harry had a fall tour to prepare for. As diplomatically as she could, she shrugged.

“Well, my ticket was one way, so… we’ll start with that,” Olivia answered, tucking her luggage into the back of Glenne’s car before slamming the hatch shut and climbing into the passenger seat.

Glenne smiled, satisfied with Olivia’s vague answer. “It’ll be nice to see you more!” she told her as she started the car and backed out of the parking stall. “Except, I know, I know… not today,” Glenne added with a laugh. “I’m under strict instructions to not even look at the front door when I drop you off!”

“It’s not personal,” Olivia assured Glenne unnecessarily, chuckling. “It’s just been a bit…”

Glenne waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t even!” she laughed. “I totally, totally get it! Long distance things can be the pits,” she added, casting a sidelong gaze at Olivia. “I told Jeff he has to run any potential texts to Harry by me for at least the next two days. He can make a mountain out of a mole hill, that boy, and he’s not allowed to interrupt your reunion with some silly little problem that’s not even a problem!”

Olivia laughed. “Thanks,” she said appreciatively. It was bad enough when Jeff interrupted their passionate FaceTimes with multiple phone calls, Olivia didn’t need him interrupting while their trysts were live.

Glenne must have gotten Harry’s memo about not driving like a grandma, because she made it from the airport to Hollywood Hills in record time. Still, it wasn’t fast enough for Olivia, who found herself getting more and more agitated with every red light. She refrained from yelling out the window at slow drivers, but inside, she was screaming. She nearly leaned over and pressed down on the horn a couple of times, but reminded herself that it wasn’t her car and dramatic actions like that were entirely inappropriate.

Finally, Glenne slowed down and maneuvered her car down Harry’s narrow street before turning into his gated driveway. She rolled down her window to enter the lock code, but before she could press a button, the gate swung open, seemingly on its own. Glenne laughed, waiting for the gate to fully open before driving ahead.

“He must be watching,” she chuckled. “So freaking cute,” she added, with a slight shake of her head.

Olivia’s face squished into a grin – she, too, found Harry’s anxiousness adorable. She peered out the window, eyeing the front door and waiting for it to open. Sure enough, as Glenne pulled up beside the house, the front door opened and Harry bounded out of the home, taking the stairs two at a time as he hurried to the parked car. Olivia, having already unbuckled her seatbelt to save time, pushed the passenger door open and jumped out, crashing into Harry almost instantly.

His arms snaked around her waist, pulling Olivia close to him as he buried his head against her neck. Olivia curled her arms around Harry’s broad shoulders, tugging him as close to her as she could, but it still didn’t feel close enough. She could stay tangled with him forever. He smelled just like her boy, something she was worried she would forget about as the time passed between their visits. His hand trailed up her back, his fingers knotting through her hair.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry said, his voice mumbled against Olivia’s skin. He pulled away from her, his face crinkled as he smiled, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear before cupping Olivia’s cheeks between his strong hands. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured, barely uttering the words before pressing his lips against hers. Gently, slowly – not the pace either of them wanted to take, but enjoying the purity of it nonetheless – Harry caressed his lips against Olivia’s, shivers trickling down her spine. Her arms tightened around Harry, her pace beginning to race as their kiss deepened.

“I’ll… just leave these here!” Glenne announced in a loud, giggly voice, setting Olivia’s luggage at the foot of the staircase. Harry pulled away from Olivia, a smirk on his face, though far from sheepish.

“What, you can’t even bring them inside?” he teased, inciting a light slap from Olivia. Laughing, Harry grinned at Glenne.

“Thanks for bringing her home to me,” Harry thanked Glenne, his possible Freudian slip not lost on Olivia. She felt at home with Harry, no matter where they were. Maybe, one day, this house could be her home.

Glenne smiled, climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Don’t go breaking any headboards!” she called out teasingly, her hand clamping over her mouth as she uttered the joke, appearing shocked that she could joke about something so vulgar. She waved out the window and a moment later, she was finally gone.

Harry turned back to Olivia, smiling at her as he took her by the hand. “Come on, love,” he told her, taking her suitcase by the other hand. Olivia slung her carry-on bag over her shoulder, letting Harry lead her up the stairs.

“Good view, anyway,” she commented teasingly, nudging her hip against Harry’s backside. He grinned over his shoulder at her, squeezing her hand.

“Better get a view of you pretty quick here, then,” Harry commented playfully, pushing open the front door. “Just to be fair…”

His words trailed off as Olivia stepped into the foyer behind him. Her bags dropped haphazardly at their feet and Harry spun around, pushing Olivia against the wall. His lips quickly found hers again, but this time, there was a forceful, hungry passion behind his kiss. It had been a long time for the both of them and the “I’ve missed you” pleasantries weren’t what either one of them had planned for the first few minutes of Olivia’s visit. Olivia let out a low groan as Harry’s hands pushed against her breasts, tugging her sweatshirt over her bosom and exposing her tight tank top.

“Fuck…” Harry breathed, feeling Olivia’s nipples through the thin material. He pulled the sweater over her head, letting it drop to the floor below them. With her arms raised, Harry pinned her small wrists together with his hand, holding her grasp against the wall as he explored her breasts with his other hand. Olivia squirmed under his touch, whimpering as Harry tweaked her nipples, his lips fluttering along her collarbone and across the upper exposed part of her breasts. His kisses triggered a wave of pleasure to course through her body and she arched her back, pressing her chest against Harry’s mouth. She felt helpless in his grip, but safe and incredibly sexy at the same time.

Harry tugged Olivia’s tank top down, exposing her braless breasts. “No bra, you naughty girl,” Harry cooed, his voice husky as he kept her hands pinned, ducking his head and closing his mouth around her erect nipple.

“Ohh… shit…” Olivia moaned, closing her eyes as she let the back of her head rest against the wall. “I totally… got myself off… in the bathroom on the… plane…” Olivia panted out, her breath coming in gulps. Her hips rocked slightly in an attempt to ease the maddening tingle between her legs.

“Ohh… God, honey…” Harry groaned, the thought of Olivia pleasuring herself on the plane clearly turning him on. His guttural vocalization caused a vibration against Olivia’s tender nipple and she sighed deeply, pressing her knees together as her hips continued to sway. “That’s so fucking hot. Were you thinking about this?” he wondered, switching his mouth to her other nipple as his free hand began kneading into her breast.

“Mm-hmm…” Olivia managed to moan. Having spent the last three months in a telephone-only relationship, dirty talk quickly became the standard. It was awkward at first, but as they found their comfort zones, it became almost as good as the real thing. Almost. “Thinking about your hands grabbing at my tits… Feeling your cock get hard as I jerk it… spitting all over it…” She shook her hands, attempting to release them from Harry’s grasp, to show him what she was talking about.

Harry let Olivia’s hands drop, grabbing her hips and lifting her off the ground, her back still pressed against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and she could feel his hardening shaft against her groin. “Jesus Christ,” he growled, his hips bucking against Olivia’s as he suckled on her neck, his aggressive kisses making a trail across her collarbone before devouring her lips again. “Fuck, honey… I need you. Now,” he added unnecessarily, helping Olivia find her footing again before her frantically tugging her leggings to the floor, revealing that she’d also decided to forgo underwear. “Oh, fuck… Dammit, you’re so fucking hot, sweetheart,” Harry told her, kneeling in front on Olivia. She let out another whimper as he ran his fingers along her inner thigh, tauntingly avoiding her mound for just a few moments before easily sliding a finger into her dripping core.

“Oh, fuck!” Olivia cried out, her hips jerking against Harry’s finger. She was so close, but she didn’t want to get off to a finger. She needed to feel him inside of her, to feel his hard manhood fill her. “Shit… come here, come here…” she urged Harry, tugging on his arm. He obliged, standing up as Olivia fumbled with his jean button, yanking his pants down as the clasp broke free. She gripped his rock-hard bulge in her fist, pumping it between her fingers as she mashed her lips against Harry’s, moaning against his mouth.

“Shit, hon…” Harry groaned, letting Olivia jerk him for several moments before exhaling loudly. He grasped Olivia’s waist and hoisted her against the wall again, positioning himself between her legs. “Right here?” he panted, the head of his shaft poking teasingly against Olivia. “Take it right here, sweetheart?”

Olivia mewled, baring her hips down against Harry. She didn’t care what room it happened in – all she knew was it needed to happen, now. “Fuck me right here,” Olivia demanded, her voice low.

Harry barely waited for the words to be out of her mouth before he thrust into her, groaning loudly as Olivia’s tight folds enveloped Harry’s pulsating cock. “Oh, fuck… fuck… fu-uu-ck…” he groaned, cussing in time with his thrusts.

“Ohh… shit… You feel so good…” Olivia breathed out. “Fuck me harder… harder…” Her fingernails gripped Harry’s shoulders as he obliged, driving his member deeper inside of her. She cried out again, shifting her positing and resting her foot on the entry way bench, giving Harry easier access to her dripping crease. He pumped harder, her new positioning making it easier for the both of them to get to their peak.

“Love, I’m not gonna last long,” Harry told her, sounding apologetic and unaware as to how close Olivia was.

“I’m so close,” Olivia whimpered. “Cum for me, honey. Make me cum… Oh, fuck… oh shit, honey… I’m so close… I’m so fucking wet… I’m gonna cum so hard…”

Harry grunted loudly, pulling Olivia closer to him as he quickened his pace. “Jesus, you sound so fucking sexy when you talk like that,” he huffed. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” he told her, pounding into Olivia as hard as he could. With a shouting moan, his body shook as he reached his finish line, jerking as he pumped his seed into Olivia.

Hearing Harry finish set Olivia off and she arched her back, groaning as she clenched her walls around Harry. “Ohh… God!” she moaned, rubbing her clit against her love, hearing him whisper dirty words to her, urging her on. Her body trembled and shook as she finished. She grunted out a final sighing cry before falling against Harry, resting her chin against his shoulder as she caught her breath.

“Think that time was record breaking?” Harry asked, chuckling as he pressed a delicate kiss against Olivia’s flushed cheeks.

She matched his chuckle, running her fingers through Harry’s mop of hair. “Next time, just be waiting naked,” she teased him. “That’ll shave some seconds.”

“Duly noted,” Harry agreed, settling his tired body onto the entry bench, pulling Olivia onto his lap. He kissed the tip of her nose before resting his head against her bare chest. “I love you,” he murmured to her, tightening his grip around her waist.

Olivia rested her head atop Harry’s, her fingers tracing patterns around his thigh tattoo. “I love you, too,” she echoed, sighing happily as she caught her breath, her naked body pressed against Harry’s, melding into one. She knew they were still new, and their passion for one another was at the honeymoon high, but she hoped the moments like this – the quiet, tender touches after a raunchy, front door tryst – never faded away.

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