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All Again

Forty One

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Becca.

Then.

I came back into town the day after my birthday. By then I still hadn't heard from Harry.
I was beyond pissed and my pride wouldn't let it go-so, the moment my feet hit Los Angeles ground, I shot him an angry text.
*Not that you care, but I'm back in town. My birthday was excellent by the way and everything I could have dreamed for. I hope your days have been wonderful, though they must be since every day you've been out enjoying the nice California weather. Oh, and congrats on your win by the way. I wanted to tell you the other day but I didn't hear from you. Enjoy your trip to London Harry and good luck with the tour. I'm sure it will be great!*
I felt pretty silly after hitting send, but empowered just the same that I didn't let him walk all over me.
I wanted him to know I knew he was purposely ignoring me.
He didn't seem to care either way.
*Thanks. Are our plans still on for today? I'm leaving town in a couple hours.* he replied five minutes later.
That was his response. No sorry. No acknowledgment of the last few days. Just that.
I quickly dialed his number and called him.
He picked up on the third ring.
"Hi Becca."
"Hi." I said, and then getting straight to the point, "What are you talking about?"
"Your birthday. I told you to set some time aside."
"I haven't even heard from you."
"I've been busy." he said, as if it was the most normal thing that we hadn't spoken in five days. "How was your birthday?"
"It was fine." I said shortly, completely confused.
Had I been overreacting the last few days?
Could he really have been just busy and that's why he didn't get back to me?
Even so, it still didn't make sense that he hadn't even texted me Happy Birthday.
"Good. Glad to hear it." he said quickly then moved on. "So are we meeting? Because I have to catch a flight in a few hours, and I have something for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I got you a birthday gift."
"Really?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah. I have like three hours if you meet me now." he said simply.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm at home. Are you going to come?"
I already knew the answer before I said it.
Even though he had pissed me off and practically ignored me the last few days; the truth was, he had me.
I would have still gladly jumped if it meant I would get to see him.
"Give me an hour." I finally answered.
"I'll be waiting." he said softly.
When I finally pulled in front of his gate, and texted him I was outside, I gave myself a quick pep talk.
Don't give in too easily and stick to your guns.
Let him know he can't treat you anyway; busy or not.
He opened the gate, and I pulled into the driveway with my Prius.
As I pulled in, he walked outside.
Damn, he was going to make this hard.
He stared back at me through the car, parting his hair with his hands.
He was wearing an old Rolling Stone t-shirt and a pair of skinny blue jeans.
I climbed out and he smiled.
"Hey you."
"Hi." I said closing the space between us. I could smell his cologne and the sun made his tan seem incandescent.
Not to sound like the popular novel Twilight, but he sparkled.
"How are you?" he asked pulling me in a hug.
My petite frame rested against his, and I could have sworn I felt his lips brush the top of my hair.
I pulled away from him.
"I'm good."
My eyes met his gaze, but for the first time I couldn't hold it.
The sun made his eyes intense but that was not why.
I realized for the first time I was shy around him.
I looked everywhere but at him.
"You got here quick." he said. "Not even an hour."
That was because I had sped the whole drive.
"Traffic was light." I said simply.
"Oh," he turned towards his house. "Well come in."
I followed as he led me to his front door, and eventually through it.
I smiled at the familiar scent of his Cinnamon candles and heard the TV playing in the distance.
"What time do you leave?" I asked.
He seemed super laid back and casual to be taking a flight in only a few hours.
"After five." he said.
From checking the time the last half hour, I knew it was a bit after one.
"Oh." was all I said and he looked back at me.
We stared at each other for a few moments.
There was an awkwardness about today that I couldn't place and we were notably different from how we normally were.
"Are you hungry or anything?" he asked.
I shook my head no. "We ate on the road."
"How long have you been back in town?" he asked.
"Since this morning." I said casually though realistically it had only been about two hours. I didn't want him to know I had ran directly to him.
"How was the drive?" he asked.
"Fine." I said simply.
We were still standing in his entryway and I wondered if this was the furthest I was going to get to go.
He hadn't offered for me to sit or even enter his living room which was obviously playing some show.
Then a thought popped in my head.
"Are you alone?" I asked him suddenly.
He looked at me curiously.
"Why?"
I shrugged, allowing my physical action to answer for me.
He smiled. "No I'm not alone. You're here."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "You know what I mean."
He smirked and turned from me, placing his hands in his pocket.
"No I'm alone. Jeff was here, but he left so we could have a moment."
"And your parents are still in town too right?" I asked trying to make forced conversation.
He nodded yes, then studied me.
"Yup, we're all going back together."
"That's nice." I said softly.
Harry didn't respond, continuing to look at me.
"So what's wrong?" he asked.
"With what?" I asked.
"With you." he said looking back at me. "You're acting weird."
"I'm not acting weird...you're acting weird."
"I'm acting weird?" he questioned and I nodded. "How?" he asked.
I gestured to where we were standing. "I mean you haven't even invited me in."
He smiled and turned from me walking towards the living room. I already knew this time I was suppose to follow.
"Becca you've been here a lot lately. I don't have to chaperone you in my house."
"I'm not going to just walk around freely." I argued.
"You can though." he said as he reached the living room. "Mi casa es su casa."
He sat on the couch and patted for me to sit by him.
I did, but further down the couch, creating a noticeable distance. He was leaving back to London, so it was time to start preparing myself.
He smiled.
"Oh what's that suppose to mean?" he joked. "Are you mad at me or something?"
I smiled. "I am actually."
"What did I do?" he asked.
"I think you know."
He bit his lip and turned from me watching the TV for a few seconds. "I'm kind of mad at you too." he said and I faced him.
He wouldn't look at me, but he allowed a small smile to case his face before turning to me. "So we're even."
"I didn't do anything." I argued.
This time he shrugged.
He picked at some invisible lint on his pants and ran a hand through his hair. He sat back, sinking into the plush couch.
"So what did you do in Vegas?"
"Not much. Little this, little that." I teased.
"Party here, party there..." he teased back.
I smiled. "I'm not the partying type."
"Well you hardly sat in a corner Becca. I'm not that stupid."
"I did actually. My friends were the ones hooking up and stuff."
"And you didn't?" he asked. His tone had dropped the humor and grown a bit more serious.
"Hey your cold is gone." I pointed out, noticing that his true voice was back.
Harry smiled lightly and turned from me. "And she changes the subject..."
"No I wasn't. I just noticed." I said.
"So answer the question then. Did you hook up with anyone?"
"No." I said. "I was quite satisfied from a hook up I had a few days before with this British fellow."
"A British fellow huh?" he asked keeping his eyes on the tv.
"Yeah. He can be quite annoying." I said and he laughed. "But the sex is pretty good."
He turned to me with his dimples wide. "Oh is that the only reason you stay around then?"
"It's one of them."
"What's the others?"
I shrugged playfully and didn't answer.
Harry smiled and scooted closer to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He scooted even more.
"Get back to your spot." I said playfully.
"No." he said and laid his head on my legs. He moved so that his back rested against my knees and he could look up at me. His green eyes gazed up at me and I once again, felt my belly do a teeny jump. He was the first boy who had truly given me butterflies.
"So do you want your gift now or later?"
I smiled down at him. "Well that depends on what it is." I teased seductively.
He gathered his bottom lip between his teeth and scraped. It was such a simple gesture but so so sexy.
"Are you coming back after you go to London?" I asked.
He shook his head no.
"Nope. Just going straight to the shows."
"So when will you be back in town?"
"In July. For our San Diego concert."
"That's too long." I said with a small pout.
He smiled and sat back up.
He faced me.
"Well let's go home and get your bag." he said mischievously. "Come with me."
I chuckled. "I wish."
He smiled widely and caressed my cheek.
"We probably need the break from each other anyway."
"Oh five days wasn't enough for you?"
He pulled away and stood.
"Was it five days?" he joked peering down at me.
His tone said 'I hardly even noticed you were gone'
I swatted at him and he moved out of the way, laughing.
"I'm going to go get your gift."
"I don't want it." I teased. "You didn't even miss me."
"But you will! And I did!" he called, as he left the room, heading upstairs.
I smiled and sat back.
It had only been ten minutes, but I was already sucked in.
He was forgiven; completely and without a fight.
I looked at the TV in front of me, that I had completely forgotten was playing and watched the few seconds of the movie that was playing in front of me.
When he came back down, he was holding a small gift bag.
There was a real gift in there. He had actually gotten me something.
"Harry what is this?" I asked as he handed it to me.
"Your present." he said simply.
"You didn't have to actually get me anything."
"I know." he said softly. "But I wanted too."
I sat the bag on my lap and pulled apart the pretty pink wrapping paper. Inside I saw another long square box wrapped in a light lilac wrapper.
I didn't even have to open it to know it was jewelry.
I gave him a look. "What did you do Harry?"
He grinned widely and gestured for me to open it.
I did as he said, gently ripping the lilac wrapping until the long black suede box peered back at me.
I gave him a thankful smile, before clasping my hands around the opening, and lifting it up.
Peering back at me was a silver necklace with a diamond heart wrapped around an emerald.
My birthstone.
It was gorgeous.
So gorgeous I thought I might cry.
"Harry..." I just murmured since I was at a lost for words.
"Do you like it?" he asked quickly. "Because I can get you something else. I know I leave today but I can always have something mailed to you or maybe even-"
I placed my hand over his mouth.
"Stop." I said. "It's beautiful."
He removed my hand from his mouth.
"Do you really like it?"
"I love it." I said honestly. "It's my new favorite thing."
He smiled widely- proud- and stood.
"Here." he said. "Let me put it on you."
He pushed away some hair from my neck and took the necklace from me.
His hands tickled my skin as he clasped the necklace, and then placed a gentle kiss on my neck.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
As he moved to sit back down, I stopped him placing my hands on his chest and pulling him down to kiss me.
His mouth was warm and tasted like chocolate.
He moved his tongue against mine and within seconds we both intensified the kiss.
His hands found my hair and my hands gripped his shirt. The passion we shared, quickly returning.
He placed his knee between my legs and gently pushed me back on the couch.
He hovered over me, as my head rested back and our mouths continued to tease and probe.
It had seemed so long and I was hungry for his touch once more.
I went to remove his shirt and he stopped me, pulling my hands down, and breaking our kiss.
He gripped my legs and within seconds lifted me in the air, and wrapped my legs around his waist.
At that moment I was thankful for the height difference and the easiness at which he lifted me.
He stumbled backwards, as he tried to get to the stairs but I didn't make it easy.
I didn't remove my mouth, kissing his lips, neck and any other part of him in reach.
He smirked, distracted and finally rested me against the wall by the steps.
"Giving up?" I teased trying to catch my breath.
"Giving in." he said.
My hands found his hair again and one of his hands went for the button on my pants.
"I can't wait to see how you get them off." I said playfully. One hand was holding me up and the other had just unbuckled my pants. Due to our position, I wasn't sure he would be able to remove them- but he had other plans.
Shifting us, he rested me on the nearby steps and smirked.
"Don't underestimate me."
He got my pants off quickly and removed my underwear as well.
His mouth found my sex and I sighed in pleasure.
His tongue weaved and traced my most intimate areas and I just tried to hold it all together.
Biting my lip and smiling, I tried to keep myself from laughing in pleasure.
Early this morning I had been pissed because he hadn't called me back, now he was eating me out on his steps.
One thing I could definitely say was Harry gave me adventure and I never knew what to expect. Running my hands through my hair, I threw my head back and gave in to his skilled tongue.
"You taste so good." he murmured against my clit, using a finger and tongue coordination that drove me crazy.
"Fuck, you're so good at this." I mumbled, seeing stars, unicorns and all of my wildest dreams.
"Shouldn't be so fucking sexy." he said and then broke his mouth from me and brought it to my lips.
He kissed me roughly, and eagerly. I was just as hungry for him and I feverishly began to tug at his clothes. He practically ripped off his Rolling Stones shirt and tore off his jeans.
Neither one of us waited for a condom, as he turned me around on the steps and entered me from behind.
"Fuuuccckkk." he drawled out as he slammed in me. "Why are you always so wet? It's amazing."
"It's how you make me." I said trying to catch my breath. I was already on the edge from his mouth and now with his long, mastered strokes, I was close to having a second and third orgasm.
I gripped my hands on the rail and he pumped in and out of me quickly. He gripped me tightly and I was sure his hands were leaving an imprint on my hips.
It was the roughest sex we had ever had, but it was the most enjoyable.
There was a carnal desire that hadn't been there before and I repeatedly screamed his name. Maybe it was the frustration from the last few days finally coming out.
When we came together, minutes later, we both collapsed, spent as if we had ran a marathon.
My shirt which I was still wearing clung to my body from the sweat that we had created in that short time. Even my new necklace, that was rested between my breasts, didn't move, sticky from the action.
I sighed, completely satisfied.
Harry was beside me on the steps, stroking his penis coming down from his high as well.
After we caught our breaths, he turned to me.
"So we need to have a conversation."
"Right now?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said. He sat up, letting his penis go and bent to pick up his boxers. I watched as he pulled them back on and then looked down at me.
I reached for my underwear and put them back on as well.
I was definitely going to need a shower when I got home. My panties and inner thighs were soaked with our fluids as Harry came aganist me, and not inside.
"So what do we need to talk about?" I asked bending to pick up my jeans. His playful mood from earlier was gone, and I could tell whatever he wanted to say was serious.
He ran a hand through his hair and stepped into his jeans pulling them up as well.
"Well I've been thinking..." he said softly. "When you were in Vegas I had some time to think and I've come to a conclusion."
"Okay?" I asked in slight uneasiness. I didn't like his tone and where it was going. Especially since he was leaving town.
I felt like this could maybe be the end and that was our goodbye.
It all made sense. The necklace, his weird attitude, and the sex...
This was where we parted.
I couldn't even bare to hear the words yet.
I put my hand up stopping him.
"It's okay Harry. I already know. You don't have to say it."
He looked back at me in confusion.
"You already know what?"
"What you're going to say... and it's fine. I already knew this was going to end."
He flipped his head; his brows furrowing.
"What are you talking about?"
I looked back at him.
"You're ending this right? Because you're leaving?"
"No." he said. And then quickly, "Is that what you want?"
"No." I said quickly. "I just...I figured..."I mumured.
"You figured what?" he asked.
I sighed. "Forget it. What were you going to say?"
"No," he said taking a step towards me. "I want to know what you were about to say."
"I said it already. I thought you were ending this."
"I know that Becca." he said impatiently. "My question is why do you think that?"
"Because you're leaving."
He sat down on the step and peered up at me.
"No. That's not what I was going to say."
"You weren't?" I asked skeptically looking down at him.
He smirked. "Well if you would have let me finish..."
I sat beside him.
"You're right...sorry. go ahead."
He smiled and shook his head back and forth.
"What?" I asked.
"You're just...you make me shake my head."
I smiled.
"What I was going to say though, is this...I thought a lot when you were in Las Vegas. And though we have discussed us a bit, we're not really defined. It's casual and um...I just want to clear things up before I go."
"Okay?"
"While I'm away...I just, I've decided...that I don't really want you to see anyone else."
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked in confusion.
"Well I don't want to tell you what to do, but I would prefer if you don't see any other guys. No dates, no hanging out romantically, no sex...any of that."
I chuckled. "I'm not doing any of that now."
"Well I know, but, while i'm gone too." he clarified.
I sat up and faced him.
"Well...thats all very sweet Harry." I said honestly. "But I can't commit to that." I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
Well I was thinking about it.
He was going on tour.
He would have other distractions.
Me, the only thing I would have all day, is to sit at home and think about him- at least until school started up again.
If I wanted to go out with friends and hang out with guys I would be locked in.
I knew I didn't want anyone else and no one else was definitely on my mind, but while he was away could mean months, and it didn't seem fair for me to make that kind of commitment; especially when he didn't make it clear, he was doing the same.
"Well what are we talking about? You say away...what does that even mean? London? This summer? All of your shows?"
He looked back at me, his expression turning disgusted.
"Well what are you inconvenienced? You want to see other people?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course not Harry. But I want to be realistic. I need to know what this is and what were doing. What should I expect Harry? It's not like we can date."
"But we are." he said. "We have been."
I looked at him in skepticism.
He turned to me giving me his full attention.
"What i'm talking about is loyalty. Me to you, and you to me."
My heart warmed for a bit. That was confirmation he wasn't planning on seeing anyone else.
Still, I needed details and I needed to know what I was getting myself into.
"But we can't have that if you're going on tour." I argued.
This time he rolled his eyes. "I'm not worried about that. You're on your break. You can travel with me if it came down to it."
"Would you want me too?"
"Sure. Why not. I just want to spend more time with you. I'm not proposing marriage here Becca but I kind of want to see where this can go, ya know, while we both have the time for the summer."
That comment irritated me.
"I didn't even hear from you the entire weekend and now you want to be with me? I'm sorry if i'm not buying it." I said skeptically.
"I didn't hear from you either Becca and i'm not the one who was in the hotel room with random guys." he threw out suddenly.
I narrowed my eyes.
"What did you say?" I asked. How could he possibly have known what I did in Vegas? Had he somehow seen my social media accounts?
He didn't answer my specific question. "You heard me." he said sharply. "But I don't care about any of that. We're discussing now. Do you want to see where this goes? For now?" he asked getting to the point.
"Of course I do, but what you're missing is- where can it go? You don't have time for anything and neither do I. Honestly once school starts back up, I'm there. That is my focus."
"I know. It'll be a summer thing." he said finally. "And we'll make it great and it'll be fun. I mean...don't you want to do fun stuff with me Becca?"
He smirked widely, turning the charm on high.
"I do." I said.
"Then let's do it." he said. "There's no crazy commitments. We just won't fool around with anyone else. It doesn't have to be so serious."
"And I join you on tour a bit?" I questioned.
"Yeah, sure." he said leaning back and resting his arms on the step above him. "Let me fill up your passport a little bit." he said and winked. "You can even come out when it resumes in two weeks. I'd love to have you."
"But my parents... they still don't know about you."
"Well then I guess you're having a conversation when you get home huh?" he teased.
I looked back at him and smiled.
Were we really doing this?
Were we really dating now? If that was even the proper term...
I sat up.
"Well i'll maybe agree to this on one condition."
"Yeah?"
I smiled, so he knew I wasn't totally serious.
"Just don't break my heart." I said.
He smiled back and lifted off of the steps. He caressed my cheek.
"Don't break mine." he said back.
"I won't." I whispered gently.
He leaned and kissed my lips. A soft slow kiss.
"Then I won't break yours." he said when we pulled away.
"Promise?" I teased.
"I'm not good at making promises." he said tracing my lips with his fingers.
"Then no deal." I said and he smirked.
"Fine, fine. I promise." he said and we shared another slow kiss. "I won't break your heart."
"Good." I said climbing on his lap and deepning the kiss. I was already ready for more and round two. My lips moved down to his neck.
"Hey- you didn't promise me?" he said.
I lifted my head, and stared into his brillant green eyes. I knew I could never hurt him even if I tried. I already cared about him too much.
Clutching his face in my hands, I gave him a soft peck and stared back at him.
"I promise." I said. "I won't break your heart Harry Styles."
He smiled widely lifting me suddenly.
I squealed as he carried us upstairs practically running to the bedroom.
My giggles and eventual moans the only thing you could hear as he slammed the door behind us.
I guess we both didn't realize at that moment, that promises were meant to be broken; but we would soon find out.

Notes

Comments

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BECCA?! Poor Harry :'(

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/9/19

Becca what are you doing! Harry loves you.

En_1960 En_1960
6/9/19

Nooo, Becca, what are you doing?! What's Harry going to think now when he wakes up and she has left... Amazing update as always!!

Harry02 Harry02
6/8/19

Ohhhhh.....Becca. Knee jerk reaction. Thank you for updating

En_1960 En_1960
6/1/19

YES, you're back, I had nearly given up on this story. This is still my favourite story on here so I'm super happy you're continuing it. I loooove the new chapters, so many feels!!!

Harry02 Harry02
5/31/19