All Again

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
BECCA

Then.

He had a nice back.
It was so broad and toned.
He had such a small frame, but watching his back muscles tense did something to me.
"What about this one?" his assistant asked, but I barely heard her.
My eyes stayed focused on Harry's bare back as he went through the clothes rack. A long metal array taking up a large corner in his room where all the pieces of 'Harry' sat.
He briefly glanced at his assistant Emma, and just as quickly focused back on the rack.
"I don't want to be so plain today." he said, looking through his other options for tonight's show.
"I'm in a good mood and I want something more upbeat."
As he said the end of his sentence, he turned to me, flashing a warm smile and I had to admit, he did appear to be quite happy tonight.
I quickly joined in the conversation.
"What boots are you wearing?" I asked.
He kept his eyes on me. "These."
I looked down at the tan boots he had been wearing all day.
I stood, having my own idea. "Why don't you wear those?" I said pointing to a black pair in the corner. "And that." I said pointing to a patterned yellow shirt.
He eyed my pieces and then turned to me skeptically. I could tell he liked the idea, but was surprised I had suggested it.
I nodded in encouragement. "You'll look like sunshine." I said with a smile.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh you're just joking."
"No I'm not." I said. "Really. You should wear it."
One thing I was starting to like was his bold outfit choices. He wasn't crazy with it yet, but I liked the contrasts between the man.
My Harry was all plain, ratty t-shirts and skinny black jeans. Superstar Harry needed to be something different- at least for my own selfish sanity.
His assistant looked back at me but ignored me. I could tell for right now, she wanted the role of stylist.
"How about this one Harry?" she asked showing him a red and blue shirt with flamingos. "Remember you wanted this one?"
"No." He said still looking at me. "I'll wear that tomorrow. I'll wear hers tonight."
We shared a final smile as he pulled the shirt off the rack.
His assistant rolled her eyes and moved to grab the boots.
I continued to study him, and kept my eyes locked on his chest before he placed his shirt on.
He began to button the shirt when Emma came back over.
"They're scuffed." she said showing him the boots. "You sure you want to wear this on stage?"
He shrugged her off. "I don't care." he said and smiled, and he probably didn't.
He didn't worry about such trivial things.
I sat back down, and watched him as he finished buttoning his shirt.
He threw off his tan boots and then sat beside me.
As he switched shoes, trying on the black boots, his assistant moved around the room straightening his things.
He had less than thirty until he went on.
"Are you still staying backstage?" he asked.
I nodded yes.
I wanted to see him perform, but the sleep was catching up to me again. I just wanted to lay down on his comfy chaise lounge and cuddle up with a blanket.
The music from McBusted thumping through the stadium had been enough for me already.
"Alright." he said.
He stood.
"I'm going to head to meet the guys then."
I nodded okay, propping my feet on the couch to get comfortable.
"Do you need anything?" he asked me.
"Nope." I said. I had my earplugs in case and a book if I couldn't fall asleep.
"Alright." he said again, leaning and giving me a quick kiss.
"See you soon." he said.
"Bye baby." I said and he smiled. "Break a leg."
His assistant rolled her one final time in the corner and headed out of the room.
He followed her seconds later.
I could hear the shuffle and sounds of the backstage crew but it didn't bother me.
I grabbed Harry's blanket that he kept backstage and laid back, closing my eyes.
I didn't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but I had dreams of Midnight Memories and Night Changes....
Harry's singing voice breaking into my dreams more than once.
When I awoke, it was by Harry.
His clothes were already changed and his hair was wet.
"Done already?" I asked.
It was obvious he had just got out of one of the supplied stadium showers.
He nodded and reached his hand out.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I guess."
I pulled the blanket off myself and tried to adjust my eyes.
He smirked as he watched me.
"Sleep good?"
"Amazing." I said. "I think I heard you."
"Well I've tried waking you three times now."
"No singing." I said. "But...really? I was that knocked out?"
He nodded and rubbed my cheek. "Yeah, and your eyes are red. Let's get you back to the hotel."
I nodded in agreement and grabbed my things.
As we walked to the car, I kept my head on his shoulder, while he kept an arm wrapped around me.
"How was the show?"
"Good. A lot of fun."
"Sorry I missed it."
"S' okay." he said kissing my forehead. "I rather you rest."
I lifted my head in sudden excitement. I had a reminded thought.
"Am I still getting my surprise tonight?"
He smirked again. "I don't think you can handle it."
I instantly pouted and protested.
"I'm awake, honestly. I'm ready to party now."
He just continued to smile. "We'll see."
As we climbed in the car, I once again nestled into him and he let me.
He kept his arms around me and I watched the city lights through the window.
Neither one of us spoke on the ride since I was consumed in the scenery and he was consumed in his phone.
I snuck a peek at his phone-who wouldn't- and saw he was texting his mom and an obvious friend from his hometown.
When we arrived at the hotel, we climbed out.
The other boys were already on their way to London for their next gig in the afternoon and Harry with a small team were the only ones staying back until early in the morning.
"Do you have a swimsuit?" Harry whispered in my ear as we walked up to our room.
"Yeah why?"
"How about a midnight swim?" he asked with a Cheshire cat grin.
"Sounds lovely." I said.
We made it to our room and I hopped in the shower.
The hot water did wonders and woke me up even more.
I quickly dressed in my swinsuit and pulled my hair back.
When I came out of the room, Harry was laying on the bed wide awake and sitting in a white robe.
He was flipping through channels idily.
"Did I take too long?" I immediately asked.
"No. Of course not."
He stood and handed me a white towel and a robe.
"The pool is closed. We'll have complete privacy."
"Will your security be there?" I asked.
"Only in the beginning." he said and then smiled.
"Why? What are you planning on doing?" he asked.
"Well that depends...what are you planning on doing?" I asked back.
He smirked widely and turned from me.
"I plan on swimming. And...other things."
I chuckled as he grabbed his phone and faced me.
"After you Princess." he said and gestured to the door.
I giggled. "Don't call me that. Sounds too innocent."
"Well we both know you are definitely not."
I swatted his arm and he opened the hotel door.
His security was already by the door waiting.
He led us downstairs and I sent a quick message to my sister since my time zone was six hours ahead of her.
She would still be up and working my shift.
I sent her a *Thank you. Love you much* text and headed into the pool area.
Harry instantly discarded his robe and my eyes instantly went to his white swim trucks.
I could see the small bulge that had already brought me many nights of pleasure followed by the mouth watering vee, that dipped on his hips.
I already couldn't wait to have him inside of me again.
"Eyes up." he teased.
I smiled as he pulled his hair up in a bun and our eyes met.
I removed my robe and he eyed me in appreciation.
He must have liked what he saw because he gave a half smile and turned to his security.
"We're good." he said.
"I'll be out here." his security replied.
I was curious where 'out here' was, and how much he would be able to see after leaving. My eyes followed him until Harry pulled me from my thoughts. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him.
As I moved to look at him, his lips touched mine and he sucked me in.
I instantly relaxed in his arms, as our tongues played.
"Hot tub or pool first?" he asked as we pulled apart.
"Pool." I said and he looked back at me in surprise.
My body was already on fire from his touch and I needed to cool down.
We couldn't exactly have sex in a hotel pool...or could we?
"Your wish is my command." he said leading me to the pool, but I quickly learned we weren't here to swim.
The minute we climbed in the pool, he was all over me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips met mine in the water and the coolness from the water didn't even calm me.
It was all too much too soon.
"No." I said and pulled away from him surprising even myself.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said with a small smile as I treaded the water. I purposely created a small distance between us.
"Then why are you over there? You don't want me to touch you?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
He looked back at me in worry. " What did I do?"
"Nothing." I said again and he looked at me in confusion.
I continued to tread the water as he tried to figure out what was wrong with me.Eventually I gave in, as the normal nervous hand moved to the hair. Before he realized he couldn't part his binded hair back, I broke out into another wide smile.
"Harry I'm just playing with you."
He visibly relaxed. "Oh."
"I just want you to catch me first." I said playfully. "So, go!" I said and dipped under the water.
It was a stupid move because he was not only taller than me, but as I quickly learned, a good swimmer.
He caught me in less than a minute.
"You should really stop trying to compete with me." he said as he caught me and we came up from the water.
I splashed him and then we began a playful tug of war in the water.
I was happy we were alone because if others were there, we would have surely bothered them with our loud laughing and thrashing.
I managed to get away from him again and swam to the opposite side of the pool.
In quick bursts, he swam to me and this time I let him claim his prize.
Our lips immediately touched as he came to me, and I let him lift me under the water and wrap my legs around him.
His warm lips trailed my neck and his weight pushed me against the pool wall.
Then we were us.
Now alone, and the playful mood passing, his mouth moved to the other side of my neck, placing warm kisses.
"Hmm. I need you."
Lost in the dangerously close proximity of my 'spot', I didn't immediately answer. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations of his mouth.
"Can we?" he asked suddenly. His voice was husky yet muffled in my neck.
"Can we what?" I asked back.
"Can I be inside of you?"
My body instantly tingled in response.
His words could melt the Everest mountains.
"Yes please." I said immediately.
He kissed me again, and I could feel his hands move my swim shorts to the side under the water.
I pulled him out of his shorts and he kicked them off under the water.
They floated to the top and I smiled.
"What about a pool?" Harry asked me, lifting me partially off the wall, and placing his swim trunks behind me. I'm guessing in case someone walked in.
"Sex?" I asked as he pressed me back against it.
He nodded.
"No." I said.
"Good.Number two off the bucket list." he said, pulling my legs back up and around him.
"Are we starting one?" I guessed.
"Yup." he said and cut me off abruptly as he slammed into me.
It caused a surprised moan.
"Sorry, sorry!" he said quickly kissing my forehead. "I couldn't wait anymore."
"It's okay." I said moving so I could adjust to him. With his girth and our current positions, he seemed to be deeper than ever before.
It didn't even take a minute before I started to feel the effects.
Hitting spots he had never hit before, I remained wrapped around him, taking every fluid stroke.
His thrusts were quick, sloppy, and it seemed our three-week hiatus had affected him.
I was affected too. I closed my eyes feeling the internal vibrations.
Rising, rising...
Good gracious, was he really going to make me come already?
I called his name as he continued to fuck me deep and fast, not allowing the water to slow him down, and I was quite sure if it wasn't for the help of the water, I would have problems walking in the morning.
It invoked a guttural sound from me.
"Oh baby." I moaned looking back at him. "Just...like...that."
He gave me a wet kiss and closed his eyes.
I watched him in desire.
"Fuck...you....are....this...is...fuck...I'm..."
His words were a jumbled mess.
"Say it." I said.
It could have been the buildup and the fact that we hadn't seen each other in so long, but he was completely lost in me.
Normally he would watch me and every face I made, but this time the tables had turned as he pumped in and out of me.
"Does it feel good?" I asked him.
"You're incredible," he mumbled. "I love....the way...you wrap around...me..."
My hips were moving steadily with his and I pulled him to me.
We shared another long kiss until he pulled away and buried his face in my neck.
"Fuck! I'm going to come." he said near my ear.
"Come." I instructed softly, already on the way to my own orgasm.
He gave spurts of his last thrusts and I came first.
He came seconds later and pulled out of me.
He let out a satisfied sigh and then slowly brought his eyes to me.
"That was so good." he said.
"It always is."I said honestly.
He grinned in agreement and then kissed my forehead.
As the wave came down, he must have remembered where we were.
"Are you cold?" he asked. I was freezing but it hadn't dawned on me until that moment.
Reading my face, he lifted my back off his swim trunks.
"Come on," he said. "Let's switch locations."
I did as he said, suddenly swimming to the entryway of the pool. Glancing around at the empty area, he quickly pulled his swim trunks back up when we were out of the water.
We headed to the hot tub, with him holding his arms out. As we climbed in, I once again, was pulled into his arms and that's where we stayed for about another twenty minutes.
After more kissing...touching...being...we finally made the decision to go back upstairs.
After pulling on our robes, we found his security who was waiting in the hallway for us.
I was quite sure he knew what had happened between us in the pool, so I avoided eye contact.
When we got up to our room, I collapsed on the bed and Harry laid beside me.
"Do you want to take another shower?" I asked.
"We need too, but I also need to go to sleep. My flights at seven."
I looked at the clocks behind us and saw it was after 2am.
"Kay." I said. "You get some sleep."
My hair was still damp from the pool and I couldn't stand the smell of chlorine on my skin.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked sitting up. He pulled off his wet swim trunks and went over to his bag.
"Taking a quick shower." I said.
He didn't respond as he shimmed on a different pair of underpants and laid back down.
He fell asleep.
When I returned from my shower ten minutes later, he was dozed off and hugging a pillow.
If we were a proper couple and he wasn't Harry Styles, I would have taken a picture of him, but instead I smiled and nestled in beside him, careful not to wake him.
"Becca?" he mumbled and wrapped a long arm around me.
"Hmm?"
I felt him toss the pillow and close the gap between us. He pulled my body into his and nestled in my neck.
"Goodnight." he said.
His voice let me know that he was already half asleep.
"Sweet dreams." I said.
The next morning, I was awoken to the sounds of him shuffling around the room.
I watched in silence as he moved around the room, packing his carryon bag. He was only going to be in London for a couple of hours so I didn't understand why he needed it.
The boys had a show at Wembley Stadium for Captial FM's Summertime Ball. After, they would be flying back for their Cardiff show. Then tonight, me and Harry would be taking a drive back to London where we would be staying a few days.
He hummed gently to himself as he moved around the room and I smiled as I watched him.
He was lost in his thoughts and completely didn't notice my curious eyes.
After he dressed, he headed over to the table, writing something down and then peeked at me for the first time.
I smiled as our eyes connected.
"You're up." he said.
"I am."
I sat up stretching.
"I was just leaving a note." he said.
I finally glanced at the clock and saw it was 6am.
"Getting ready to go?" I asked.
He nodded and came over to me. "How did you sleep?"
"Good."
He traced the outline of my jaw. "You seem tired."
"Stll have a bit of jetlag." I said with a yawn. "I'll be okay."
Looking back at him though, he looked like he had gotten a full hours sleep- and then some.
I guess his body was use to the rise and grind of it all.
"Well get some rest." he said. "I made you a list in case you need anything. There are numbers to call and I'm going to leave you some money."
I waved him away. "Don't. I'm going to probably sleep until you come back."
"It won't be too long." he said quickly. "I'll probably be at the stadium by four or five."
"I'll be there." I said warmly.
He smiled and stood. He leaned, kissing my forehead, then finished up.
His security's knock came minutes later and he blew me a kiss with a peace sign.
"I'll text you." he said.
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Hours later we were together again. This time headed to London.
Harry had just finished his second show in Cardiff and I had checked out of our temporary hotel.
"What time do we have to be at the new hotel?" I asked from my position on Harry's lap.
We were in a large SUV, and I was spiraled across him in the backseat as we took the three-hour drive back.
"We're not going to a hotel." Harry answered peering down at me.
I sat up and looked back at him curiously.
Around us, everyone was asleep except the driver. The boys surrounded us in their own SUV's in front and behind us. We had one guard, who was asleep riding with us, but other than that we were alone.
"Where are we going?" I whispered loudly.
"My house." he said. Harry paused the game he had been playing on his phone above me.
"Your house?" I asked in disbelief and he smiled.
"What is it with you and houses?" he joked. "You always seemed so surprised when I take you to one."
That was true, but his houses were his inner sanctums. His inner world. I was still surprised that I was getting the chances to see them.
"I'm not." I said softly. "I just thought we were going to a hotel tonight."
"Oh well no. We'll be in London for a couple days, and I'd rather be home."
"Oh okay." I said.
"Is that okay?" he asked reading my eyes.
I smiled. "Well it would be a bit late to ask now wouldn't it?"
He didn't smile back. His eyes searched mine. I guess he wanted to check if I was upset, because that's quickly what he assumed.
"I'm just using to making plans." he said a second later. "I don't usually have to consider others too often." he said. "Sorry that I didn't ask you."
"Harry I don't care." I said since his tone had grown serious. "I would love to go to your place."
"Yeah?" he asked,giving a small grin.
I nodded.
Harry patted his lap, gesturing for me to resume my previous position and I laid down.
Harry unpaused his game, and I closed my eyes dozing off. A few times I felt his hands trail through my hair, his large hands massaging my scalp and he would ask small questions.
Are you hungry?
Are you comfortable?
Do you need them to stop?
He was a very generous lover and I appreciated the way he fussed about me.
"I'm fine." I said mumbling in his legs. "How much longer?"
"We're almost there." he said.
We were well into hour two, and I was ready to just pass out in his bed.
"You're probably going to sleep all day huh?"
"Honestly, yes." I chuckled. "i don't know why i'm so sleepy." I said honestly. "Did you have plans tomorrow?"
"Nope. Just to be with you. There's some things I want to show you, but I rather you get your sleep so we can do them another day."
I pulled away from his knees and faced him. "I don't know how you guys do this. How are you so awake right now?" I asked.
He looked back at me. He seemed to be completely rested, and unaffected by everyone else's slumber.
"I just got off stage." he reminded me. "Adrenaline is still pumping through me."
"Yeah but, look at you."
He smiled. "Just use to it. I'll probably be up most of tonight."'
"Sucks." I said. "I'm a morning person."
He chuckled. "Well one more way we balance each other out then."
"Guess so." I said.
We pulled up outside a brick cobblestone wall about a half hour later.
"Home Sweet Home." Harry said.
Looking out of the window, I tried to get a good look at his home, but the wall was shielding any of its contents.
Harry opened his car door, hopping out and punched in a code into the wall near an entryway door.
The adjourned gate opened seconds later.
Harry waved the car in and the driver pulled in.
Then, Harry's security jumped out as well.
The both of them gathered by the trunk, pulling out the bags. They moved quickly and soon we were all in front of Harry's front door.
As Harry unlocked his front door, he turned to his personal security. I turned towards the house.
Though we weren't yet inside I could already smell hints of cinnamon seeping through the door.
"You sure you don't want to stay?" Harry offered. "It's two in the morning. You can crash in one of my rooms."
"Nah. My wife is expecting to me. Have a good night." his friend said warmly and bid us farewell.
"Night." we both said and then I followed Harry in the house.
He flicked on a light, and my eyes instantly took in his dining room.
It was warm and cozy with blankets thrown over the couch, rich green colors, mahogany tables and the plushiest couch I had ever seen.
The contrast between this and the LA home, extremely noticeable.
"So this is home." I said facing him.
"This is home." he said. He pulled me gently in his arms.
"Want to go to bed?"
"What, no tour?" I teased.
He smirked a lazy smile.
"I thought you were so tired."
"I can stay up a couple more minutes."
He broke away. "Alright."
He began a quick tour through sitting rooms, family rooms, a gym, and three bedrooms before we found our way in the kitchen.
As he opened the fridge, he groaned.
"We're going to have to go out tomorrow."
"No food?" I asked.
"Not anything real." he said. "I never know when I'm going to be home so I don't keep it stocked."
"Well no worries. You know me. I love snacks." I said with a playful smile.
He smirked back. "Maybe, but we'll hit Tesco tomorrow. I'll try to make you dinner."
"Dinner?" I asked in interest. "You're going to cook?"
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't make that face.It's not that big of a deal." he said lightly.
But it was to me.
I had never had a man cook for me- unless you counted the pancakes Harry had made weeks earlier.
He pushed his hand out.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." he said softly.
I didn't take his hand.
"Let me grab my stuff." I said gesturing to my bag.
"What stuff?"
"My pajamas."
"No." he said pulling me away. "I'm implementing a new rule while you're here."
"And what is that?"
He looked me over.
"Well you're allowed a three item limit. No more clothes than that at any given time."
I chuckled.
"And are you following this rule too?"
He suddenly lifted his sweater and t-shirt off exposing his bare skin.
"Yup."
I smiled widely as he pulled me back in his arms.
We shared a quick kiss as he unbuttoned my pants and pulled my sweater off as well.
"Down to four." he said, throwing my sweater on the ground. "What else is coming off?"
I answered by shimming out of my pants.
He smiled in appreciation, then I surprised him by removing my tank top as well.
"Overachiever huh?"
I stood before him in just my bra and underwear and he looked me over hungrily.
"And you love it." I teased.
He smirked that famous Harry dimple, and bit his lip. "You know we're probably not going to sleep now."
I moved away from him slightly, moving towards the stairs. I moved my body seductively like I had seen the models do in the lingerie commercials. I leaned against the banister.
" You promise?" putting on my best husky voice.
He lightly laughed and came back to me, lifting me over his shoulders. He slapped my butt and I instantly squealed.
Let the fun begin!
So far I was already loving London.

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