All Again

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Becca

Then.

As soon as I turned my car on outside of Jeff‘s house, it dawned on me that I was still wearing Harry’s graphic shirt and had left mine inside.
My eyes shifted to Harry’s black Range Rover pulled in front of me.
I thought of jumping out or flagging him down, but he was too fast.
As soon as I looked up, he pulled off.
Well okay then…
I popped in my Ariana Grande CD and rolled down my windows, preparing to go home.
It was a little chilly today and I was anxious to just get back to my house and get warmed up and settled. I had hours before I had to meet my friends to see the new Avengers movie and would use it to relax.
Though I kind of wished I could have spent it with Harry.
This was all getting harder.
Since we had started hanging out again, I had forced myself to hold back.
I didn’t want to fall for him or get used to being around him, so any and everything I could do to keep him at arms bay I was trying.
But.
He was making it so hard.
Last night had been amazing. Nothing physical had even happened between us, but I had been in complete bliss.
Watching TV, feeling his sweet kisses on my head while we talked about complete rubbish was what I lived for; and then, when we had went to sleep….waking up in his arms was something I could definitely get used too.
And I already was.
He was being so nice too.
The fact that he was letting me in his world and around his friends was a privilege I didn’t take lightly. He could have easily kept our relationship hidden, but he wasn’t. He was being quite open with me and with the time that we were spending together.
So as I drove the forty-five minute drive to my house, my thoughts were on him and the next time I would see him.
I just hoped it would be soon.
*********************
Three days later, he called me with a surprise.
“Do you know where the Montage Hotel is?” he asked via phone. We had been texting pretty sporadically the last few days but I hadn’t seen him since he had dropped me off at my car.
“No.” I said. “What’s there?”
“I am.” he said. “Want to meet me?”
His voice was a little scratchy but playful. His request instantly made me smile.
“When?”
“Well do you have to work today?”
“No. Day off.” I said simply.
“Then now. Google the address.”
I glanced at the clock in front of me. It was two in the afternoon.
I shifted in my seat. “What are you doing in a hotel?”
I was in my car leaving a boutique with Kelsey but I already knew I was about to go to where he was. I had already begun the trek back to her house.
I was anxious because the last few days he had spent with his family and doing some work with the other 1D boys. I was eager to see him.
“Some promo.” Harry said vaguely to my previous question. “But I’m done for the day so…can you come? For a bit?”
I glanced at Kelsey, who was looking back at me and obviously listening to every audible word of our conversation. It freaked me out a bit.
“Yeah. But let me call you back.” I said and quickly ended the call. I didn’t even wait to hear his goodbye.
As I set my phone between the console, I kept my eyes on the road to avoid Kelsey’s stare as we headed to her house. It would be only a few minutes before she realized.
I heard my phone buzz in the console and saw quickly it was a text from Harry.
I picked it up and read the text.
*Well that was rude. :P Let me know when you’re on your way.*
I smiled and typed a quick *K*, then I turned to Kelsey.
“I need to drop you off.” I told her, already dreading what was coming. We had made plans for the entire day.
“For what? Who are you about to meet?”
I immediately tried to trick her.
“Who says I’m meeting anybody?” I kept my voice casual and light. “I just remembered there is something I have to do for my Dad.”
Her eyes narrowed and she squinted at me.
She didn’t believe me.
I turned from her quickly as she suddenly turned the radio down and faced her body towards me.
Shit.
“What's going on Becca?“ came her curt tone a few seconds later “You’ve been so secretive lately. By now it’s obvious you’re dating someone, so just spill it. Who is he?” she demanded.
“No one.” I said.
“Becca.” she cautioned setting her ocean blue irises on me. They grew cold.
I groaned, giving in. There was no use lying. She knew me too well.
“I can’t talk about it yet.” I said softly.
“Why not?” she asked and then hit my arm HARD.
“Ouch! What is that for?” I shrieked quickly.
“For not telling me sooner that’s what. I’m your best friend.”
I sighed. “You are, but I can’t talk about it yet.” I emphasized again.
“Why, is he married, or running from the law?”
I instantly laughed. “Really Kelsey? Jeez. I am only twenty years old. What kind of men do you think I’m picking up?”
Kelsey and her crazy ideas…
“I don’t know, because I don’t know anything about dude!” she exclaimed.
“Well no. I just don’t know where its going yet. That‘s why I haven’t said anything.”
“Is this the guy from before?”
I nodded yes.
“Well that’s bullshit. You used that excuse months ago so I‘m not buying it,” and then a new question came to her mind. “How long have you been seeing him?” she asked quickly.
“I’ve known him for five months.” I said purposely not answering the exact question.
“What’s his name?”
“Uh…” I stalled. Did I give his real name? There was no way she would EVER assume it was him, but it was just too close for comfort.
“Henry.” I said, saying the first H name that came to my mind.
“Eww. I don’t like his name.” she said with a smile and I lightly giggled.
“What does he do? How did you meet? And does he live here or New York?”
“Kelsey, slow down on the questions!” I demanded. “Jeez.”
“Well I don’t know anything about him. You’ve listened to me for months and even…BECCA!” She exclaimed out of the blue.
“What?” I asked in alarm.
She hit my arm HARD again. I instantly clutched it.
“You let me take you on a double date and you were already seeing this guy weren’t you!!”
“No.” I said rubbing my hand over my arm. When had her punch gotten so hard?
I was sure I was going to have a small bruise later.
“No? You’re lying.” she said calling me out.
I sighed and faced her. Her eyes read the hell out of me.
Why did I even think I could lie?
“Fine it was. But we were fighting.”
“And he was the one who called you that night?” she asked zeroing her eyes further.
I smiled and nodded. “Guilty.”
“I can’t believe you.” she said more to herself than to me. And then, she turned back to me. “What does he look like? Do you have a picture?”
“No.” I said. “He doesn’t use Facebook or anything like that.”
That got a look of disapproval. “He’s our age right? I mean, what boy our age doesn’t have a Facebook or some social media accounts?”
“One who likes privacy.” I pointed out.
“Or one that is a serial killer. Becca, who is this guy?”
I ignored her and laughed again. “You haven’t even met him!”
“Well I better soon if he’s got you dropping me off so you can see him.” she warned. She crossed her arms and pretended to be upset.
I pouted my lips at her. “I love you.” I reminded her. “You’re my number one. Chicks over dicks right?”
“Yeah, sure.” she said waving me away and turning the radio back up.
I turned back to the road, still nursing my arm when she cut the music down again.
“Have you slept with him yet?”
“No.” I mumbled.
She reached to hit my arm again, but this time I blocked her.
“Don’t.” I warned quickly.
“You have haven’t you? You’ve gave up the goods.” she said quickly hitting my stomach instead. “What happened to only sleeping with boyfriends from now on? You said you were done sleeping with random hookups.”
“This isn’t one.” I said but then instantly regretted it.
Actually this was, in a small…unclear way.
Me and Harry were far from official, and there was no way he was looking for an actual relationship.
What we had from the beginning was just fun, and this was just a small fling.
It was silly to define it as something else.
Right?
“So he’s your boyfriend?” she asked.
“He’s…I don’t know.” I said honestly. “I told you. We’re just hanging out.”
“Well you’ve been getting your rocks off for months and didn’t even tell me that! I mean, are we even best friends still Becca? What else haven‘t you been telling me?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not serious. Its far from you and Bobby. I don’t even see him that much since his job has him traveling all the time.”
“What does he do for work?”
“Sales.” I said saying the first thing that came to mind.
She turned from me and pouted. Then, turned the radio back up.
“Well this is all bullshit.” she said but smiled. “I just hope he’s worth missing my precious time.” she teased and I smiled.
It was nice to know I had her approval, despite my lie.
“He is worth it.” I said.
And Harry was.
Really and truly.
Almost three hours later, thanks to traffic, and my need to quickly wash up at home, I pulled up in front of the Montage Hotel. It was about a half hour from the airport, so there was a lot of traffic.
Located in Beverly Hills, I immediately noticed that this hotel was more upscale than most.
As I climbed out, I grabbed my purse and phone and the valet took my keys.
Harry had already given me his hotel room number and directions to get to him.
The hotel was beautiful.
Quite stunning actually.
As I took in the hotel‘s Italian restaurant and spa, I texted Harry to let him know I was there.
*K. Take the staircase and head to the Garden Terrace rooms*
I followed his instructions, getting stopped a few times by staff willing to help me and continued to his room.
When I finally made it to his floor, I knocked and took in his surroundings.
Oh to be rich and famous…
The door opened and then there stood my beautiful man. He was dressed casual in blue jeans and a light sweatshirt.
We smiled back at each other before he took me in his arms.
“How are you?” he asked as he enveloped me in a hug.
“So good.” I said. His cologne smelled wonderful and I didn’t realize how much I had missed him until that moment.
As we began to pull away, I tried to go for a quick kiss but he stopped me.
“I’m sick.” he said and I noticed.
His voice was thicker and he sounded slightly congested.
“You should have told me,” I said as he shut the door behind us. “I would have brought you some soup.”
“Oh I’ve had some.” he said, bringing his hands to hold mine.
“Did you find it okay?”
“I did.” I said and then looked around the room.
It was even more beautiful inside.
“Wow.” I said.
He smiled and led me over to the couches in the room. We sat.
“You’ve never seen this hotel before?”
I shook my head no.
“I love it though.” I said.
“Yeah I stay at different ones sometimes.”
Then his eyes studied me.
“You look pretty.” he said softly.
I melted.
It was a habitual phrase he used when he saw me, and I was sure he had used it on many girls, but each time he said it, still held a small spell on me.
“Thanks.” I said.
It was still crazy to me that he even found me attractive.
I settled back on the couch, pulling my feet partially up.
“So when did you get sick?”
He shrugged and rested his feet on the table. “I don’t know.” he said.
“Has your mom being looking after you?”
He smiled at the mention of her. “Yeah, she tries too.” he said. “I’m not very good at being taken care of though.”
I smiled.
“Are they staying here as well?”
“No they’re at a rented villa. We’re all flying back to London in a few weeks so they‘re hanging out…. ”he said casually but the news instantly halted me.
“Oh you’re going back to London soon?” I asked meekly.
I was sure he could hear the disappointment in my voice.
“I am.” he said. “The tour resumes next month in Europe so…I’m going a little early.”
“Oh.” I said quietly and turned from him. I had completely forgotten about the tour. A part of me felt like he was in my situation- home for the summer. It saddened me to think that I was already losing him again.
“I’m still going to see you.” he said reading my mind.
I looked up at him. I crossed my legs.
“You won’t probably.” I said but kept my tone even. I didn’t want to pressure him or let him know how much I enjoyed his company. It wasn’t fair to him.
This was his career and I knew what I was signing up for, but it sucked.
He sat up and reached for my hand. I took it, and he gently pulled me to him, pulling me on his lap.
We faced each other and our eyes met.
“How do you figure?” he asked softly as I rested on top of him.
I placed my hands past his shoulders and cupped the back of the couch.
“Well you have your tour and stuff.”
“So?” he said. “There is a such thing as a plane ya know?”
I smiled. “I have school.” I reminded him.
“Not for a few months.” he reminded me back.
His hands trailed my sides and ticked my skin. “There’s a lot of time before that.” he said quietly.
“Oh you’ll be sick of me by then.”
He smiled and his eyes shined. “Nah…not possible.” he whispered.
I smiled back at him and wanted so badly to kiss him.
I tried to lean again and he stopped me.
“I don’t want to get you sick.” he warned gently.
“I have a very good immune system.” I said. “I never get sick.”
“Oh really?” he said in interest. His hands shifted under my shirt and I could feel him make circles with his fingers.
“Really.” I said softly.
We continued to look back at each other.
His hotel room was quiet and by the position of his sheets, I could tell he had been doing a lot of sleeping or resting.
“I kind of missed you.” I said suddenly.
Normally I wouldn’t be so bold, but his eyes had their own private hold on me and it all just came out.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “You seemed rather anxious to leave me the other day.” he said smiling.
I looked back at him in partial confusion.
Had I?
“Is that what you think?” I asked him. I moved my hands from the back of the couch and ran it through his loose hair. It was already longer from the time we had spent in Thailand and it rested comfortably on his shoulders. “ Because you’ve been awfully quiet the last few days…” I pointed out.
He shook his head no. “I’ve just been busy with work.” he said softly. “I did miss you too though.”
I grinned and leaned forward. “Don’t just say it because I said it.”
He smiled. “I’m not.”
I looked at his bright, plump pink lips and wanted to kiss them again. I wanted them to kiss me too-all over. I pulled away from him to clear my naughty thoughts.
“So…” I said thinking of something to calm me down. “Have you been spending time with Joy?”
“Who?” he asked evenly.
“Your girlfriend.” I joked, but he didn’t crack a smile.
He bit his lip and turned from me slightly. “Heard about that huh?”
I nodded yes.
Joy Muggli was a girl that Harry had been linked to only a few days earlier. Some apparent secret girlfriend he had been with for a few months.
“It’s all over the papers.” I pointed out so he didn’t think I was stalking him in my spare time.
“I’ve never even met her.” he said and I partially believed him. He had already had his rep deny the story. “She knows one of my bandmates.”
“You didn’t believe it did you?” he asked seriously turning back to me. His brilliant green eyes stayed on mine and he stared intently.
“No. It was too random.” I said honestly.
“Good.” he said and then visibly relaxed. “Thanks for not calling me and screaming at me.”
“Has that happened?” I asked.
“Yes.” he said. “It’s tiring saying it’s not true all the time ya know?”
I nodded.
He removed his hands from under my shirt and placed them back on my hips.
“I don’t even know where these stories come from.” And then he looked at me. “But thanks for trusting me. You don‘t know how much it means to me.”
“Of course.”
My eyes trailed from his eyes to his lips again. They were calling to me.
“Becca,” he said using a hand to lift my chin. He grinned. “Stop doing that. You’ll get sick.”
I smiled. He seemed genuinely concerned that he would make me ill and it was quite sweet-and honestly, made me want him even more.
It had been over a week since I had felt him inside of me, and there was only so many times I could loop our sex-a-thon at his house in my mind. He was making me quite insatiable.
“It’s hard though.” I pouted honestly, still studying his lips.
He gave me a mischievous smile.
“Not yet.” he said and I giggled hitting his chest.
“I can fix that.” I said and rolled my hips on him.
He groaned. “Don’t do that.”
“Why not?” I said continuing to grind my hips. He closed his eyes and put his head back on the couch, a small moan escaping his mouth.
His hands remained on my hips but he didn’t stop me. I knew he liked it.
I bent and kissed his neck. His skin was soft, but warm-like feverishly warm.
I stopped my hips and pulled back.
“Do you feel okay?” I asked him and he opened one eye. Then two. He smiled sheepishly at me.
“No. Now I’m turned on.” he said.
I ignored his boyish grin.
“You’re warm.” I remarked. “Like you have a fever.”
I was a bit concerned.
“I’m fine.” he said softly. His hands traced my lips. “I want to kiss you though.”
I smiled.
“You have an incredible mouth.” he said.
“And with it, I like to do incredible things...” I said looking down at the slight budge that now rested under me.
He sucked in a breath and deeply sighed and I laughed.
I knew what I was doing to him.
“Okay get off of me.” he said playfully.
“No.” I said wrapping myself around him even more. “I’m never getting up.”
He smiled, gripping my hips with his large hands and before I could even process, he flipped us and he was on top of me.
“What were you saying?” he teased looking down at me.
“No fair. I’m like five feet smaller than you. You could probably toss me across this whole room.”
“Nah… I’d only toss you on the bed.” he winked.
“Are you going too?” I asked with excitement.
He shook his head no, playing with me now.
“I kind of like watching you suffer.”
“The tables can turn.” I reminded him.
“You would have to get up first.” he said. “Plus I don’t think you’d win.”
“You’re wrong.” I said and I squirmed. I pushed and I shifted, but I was unable to lift him. He had complete control.
“Punk…”I muttered and he leaned down and kissed my neck. His tongue swirled around after, creating a 'S' and I waited for him to take the full skin in his mouth and suck…but he didn’t do it.
He was torturing me and showcasing he could win.
I needed to get him off of me and gain control of the situation.
“So I told Kelsey about you.” I said suddenly, and his mouth stopped. He brought his head up and looked at me.
It worked!
“You did?”
His face was unreadable.
I nodded. “Well not you, exactly…but yeah.”
“Oh really?” he said moving his hands down to my stomach. “So you talk about me?”
I smiled. “No. Obviously I just said I was talking about someone else. This British hunk named Henry.”
“Henry…” he said moving his hands down…down… “I don’t know if I like that alias name.”
“Well sorry. No take backs.”
He smiled and hovered his hands over my thighs. They were soft.
“What did you say?” he asked gently.
“Small details.” I said. “Nothing major.”
“No, what were your words?” he asked, stroking and tickling my skin. “What did you exactly say?”
His tone was rugged from his cold and turned me on even more.
He moved his hands to hover over my sex as I looked back at him and swallowed.
“Becca?” he called, suddenly cupping my most intimate area. His thumb rested comfortably over my clit and jeans. “Answer me.”
I felt my body pulse and respond accordingly.
“Uh…” I said trying to form a coherent thought. “I don’t remember.”
He didn’t move his hand.
“What did you call me?” he asked.
I swallowed again. “Can you move your hand?” I asked. “It’s quite hard to think.”
He smiled widely.
His green eyes and his hands were going to unravel me very quickly and I had a feeling he knew this.
He removed his hand, but didn’t make the situation any better. Suddenly his hands moved up and began unbuckling my pants.
He kept his dimpled smile on me.
“A friend?” he asked.
“Um…”
He unzipped my zipper.
“A friend with benefit?” he said slowly after.
“Uh…” I mumbled.
He continued to look at me, and placed his hands in my panties.
“Boyfriend?” he said and I smiled.
I gave a slow sigh. This was not fair. He had completely changed the moment in a matter of minutes.
“You’re sick.” I reminded him as his hands began to massage my clit. “You shouldn’t be touching me. You’ll get me sick.“
My body was already responding to his touch and I wanted so badly to feel his finger inside of me.
Hell, I wanted him inside of me; filling and stretching.
My legs automatically spread for him.
“I’m not going to kiss you.” he said, completely amused by my arousal.
“Bodily fluids are like kissing. You can still get me sick.” I pointed out and I was proud of myself. I was proud I was able to even get the sentence out, especially since he began to speed up his leisured pace.
“I have a condom.” he said and slipped a finger down, until he placed it inside of me and curled it deep in a ‘come here’ motion.
I whimpered. He was dangerously close to my G Spot.
“Fuck.” I whispered under my breath.
“What did you call me?” he asked again.
“Um, I think I said…”
He swirled his finger inside of me, making a full circle and began to gently probe back and forth.
I automatically panted.
“Yeah?” he encouraged.
“We were dating?” I guessed.
His hand stopped and his eyes met mine.
Uh-oh.
“Are we dating?” he challenged.
I bit my lip. I couldn’t tell if he was still his playful self from moments earlier or if he was suddenly pissed off.
“We’re not defined.” I said. It was definitely the safe response.
“But is that how you would define us?” He asked seriously. “Are we dating?” he demanded.
“Why?” I asked him. My arousal was going away quickly now. It was getting replaced with concern and a slight bit of irritation.
I guess being questioned twice in one day about our relationship status was getting to me. I didn’t even know why it suddenly mattered. I had just wanted to win the game and get back on top of him.
“Because I’m curious.” he said. “I want to know what you think we are.”
“We’re friends.”
He leaned closer to me. “But are we dating?”
His cologne continued to fill my nostrils and his beautiful face was only inches from mine.
“I guess.” I said. “Maybe.”
We were sleeping together and we spent time together, so…yeah….that was something.
He was still far from being my boyfriend though.
He suddenly broke into the biggest smile and kissed me- him being sick and all.
I was totally confused.
As he pulled away, my face must have showed my emotions.
He chuckled.
“Are you bipolar?” I asked half-joking and he laughed, shifting off of me.
“No. You’re just very adorable. I just noticed your eyes get dilated when you‘re nervous. It’s quite cute.” He said and gave me his hand. He lifted me from my previous spot so we were sitting up facing each other. My skin was flushed and showcased my previous high.
“I wasn’t.” I said quickly. “But you just totally teased me.” I said, zipping my pants back up. He had flipped it and made me all hot and bothered.
He grinned widely. His dimples wide and inviting.
“Shouldn’t have said I was wrong.”
I scoffed pretending to be upset and he reached for me. I pulled away and he reached for me again. Once more I moved away and he pulled my leg, shifting my position on the couch once again. He immediately tackled me.
For the next few minutes, we wrestled, stealing small kisses on skin and blowing the occasional raspberry; both of us smiling and loving our new game.
We laughed and played, completely settled into our time together.
Eventually we made our way over to the bed still tussling and joking and he wrapped me in his arms as he laid behind me.
We didn’t turn on the TV just enjoying being together and talking.
He caressed my skin-and noted my bruise that was growing!- while kissing my neck until we both fell asleep.
Time quickly passed around us.
When we awoke, it was nine in the evening and clear that we would both be up for the rest of the night.
Harry ordered us some room service and we settled in the bed watching TV. The subject of sex came up a few times but we kept it pretty tame and I respected that he was sick.
The next morning, after staying up well past two in the morning, we got up early and had breakfast together.
“I have to be at work by eleven.” I told him.
“That’s fine. I’m checking out by noon.” he said.
He made a few phone calls and had his assistant bring him a carry-on bag of things and one of his cars.
“I’m going to be on James Corden tonight.” he explained.
“Oh. I‘ve never seen it.” I said honestly. I was familiar with him, but I was always sleep, not home, or just doing other things when his show came on.
“Are you spending the night?” he asked, as he moved around the room, going through his things.
“Spending the night where?” I asked in confusion. I was sitting cross legged on his bed watching him.
“With me.”
He said it so casually like it was our daily routine.
“I guess I can.” I said.
“Okay.” he said. He pulled his hair up and I studied his Harley Davidson graphic tee that had been hidden under his sweater the night before. For a second, I was paused studying his body and the slight skin that showed as his arms were lifted.
Gosh he was sexy…and he didn‘t even realize it.
I sighed in disappointment that I would not be getting to feel that skin against mine any time soon- at least until he was well.
I turned away and looked at the clock behind me.
8:36am.
I stood.
“I need to go hun.” I said.
I needed to go home and change, and with traffic, I was already going to be pushing it.
“Okay.” he said and came to me. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and pulled me in his arms.
“I’ll text you when I can today.” he said.
I nodded in agreement and grabbed my things.
“See you tonight.” he said warmly.
“See you.”
I opened the door and gave him a final wave.
I headed downstairs, and waited for my car to be pulled around.
My thoughts were still with Harry as I waited.
I already missed him.
That was not a good sign.
As my three year old Prius was pulled up, I took the keys, tipped the valet and climbed in.
Now that I was alone, I could smell his cologne on me. There was a slight, very small pink bruise on my neck from where he teased my skin the night before, and my hair was pulled up by one of his hair ties.
He lingered.
I was now alone with only my CD‘s, and thoughts, but he was there, completely wrapped in every inch of that car.
His smile danced on my mind, while his voice played through my speakers.
Promised words of Last First Kisses and the joys of loving at Eighteen carried me home.
He still lingered.
As I quickly changed at home, throwing on my barista uniform and texting my sister about her schedule for the day, pictures of him popped up on my social media account.
By now I was aware he had left the hotel, and he was somewhere probably in star mode.
Nonetheless, I studied the picture like I hadn’t even seen him a few hours earlier. I was completely wrapped in his charm--and what I was sure was a curse- even still.
Yes he was lingering, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to stop it.
Or if I even wanted too…
And that was a problem.

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