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All Again

Chapter Fifty

CHAPTER FIFTY
Becca.

Then.

I reached the hotel lobby and the first thing I did was hail a cab.
I climbed in the taxi and pulled up my destination on my phone.
“Where to honey?” The cab driver asked.
I quickly gave him the address of the store I wanted to go too and he took off.
I settled back in the cab and relished in the buzz of the city. It was good to be back in my second home.
I went to school in Hamilton which was three hours away from the City, but me and Kelsey snuck up here every chance we could.
As the driver pushed us through traffic, we made small talk.
“How long are you in town for?”
“Just tonight.” I said. “I fly out with my boyfriend in the morning.”
“In and out huh? Is there something special going on tonight?”
I nodded no. I didn’t think so. Harry hadn’t really specified his night plans outside of the dinner and some party.
Still as Harry had previously explained, parties were not really his thing.
Whatever it was, he probably wouldn’t be there for long.
I was planning on being back at the hotel by midnight, and I had a feeling he would probably already be back there.
He had told me a little about the property he and Jeff were going to look at and I had to admit it made me a bit excited.
For now, Harry had no roots put down here, and if he did-especially in the next few months, there was a possibility I could see him more.
Otherwise, this would have to end at the end of summer like we had agreed.
So far I think I had been doing well.
I had been following my three rules accordingly.
I wasn’t pregnant.
I hadn’t changed. And I was pretty sure I wasn’t in love; though it was getting harder each day.
Harry truly was different from any other man I had ever dated. It wasn’t the fact that he was famous or rich, it was just the simple way he made me feel. There was something to be said for the way we could be together, doing absolutely nothing, but still completely comfortable. I just hadn’t had that with a lot of people.
As long as I kept a clear head, and didn’t get too close, I would be alright.
It was going to be hard to end whatever this was but I was realistic.
School was coming up for me, and then I would need to look for a job. My entire existence would be wedged in New York.
Harry’s job was his job and there was no hope there. It wouldn’t be long before he was back on the road, with singles and albums to promote and there was no way he would have time for anything else.
Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t make this time memorable while it lasted.
As the driver pulled up to the address I had given him, I gave him a decent tip since he had been so polite and wished him well.
My heels were in my purse and I could hear them knock around in my bag.
My mini dress was tight around my skin and I cursed under my breath as I tried to scoot out without exposing my goods to the world.
As I had explained to Harry, I didn’t know what the night would bring, but if my friends were going to a bar, I had to be prepared.
Still this whole dress and heel thing was obviously not me.
Climbing out, I finally peered at the building in front of me.
Metropolis Vintage.
Looking at the t-shirts in the mirror, the place already held promise.
The time was now closer to three, and I would only have a bit of time before I would meet up with my friends from school.
I smiled and headed inside.
Boy I hoped they had what I was looking for.
“Hi Ma’am.” a young guy greeted as I walked in, taking in the array of band shirts that met me.
“Hi.” I said warmly. “I called earlier about your Rolling Stone shirts. I put one on hold.”
“Oh yes. You spoke with me. Let me get that for you.”
I followed the man and looked around the shop.
All around me clothes from the eighties and vintage tees looked back at me as he headed to the front desk.
A few pieces for myself stood out, until I was interrupted by the call of my name.
“Becca?” the man called for reassurance.
“That’s me.” I said as I went to the counter as he placed the shirt on top of it.
My excitement immediately deflated. It wasn’t the shirt I needed.
Since Harry had told me about his obsession with his favorite Rolling Stone T-shirt, I had been researching possible places to get a replacement shirt.
His was falling apart and had multiple rips at this point. Give it another two years, and it would probably be demolished.
I was sure there was a nostalgia to it and he enjoyed the vintage feel of it, but I wanted him to have a backup one for when that one finally crumbled and fell apart, but now…I knew the search would continue. It was close, but not exact.
“That’s not it. Sorry.” I said softly.
“No.”
I pulled out my phone and showed a picture of the shirt I had snuck when Harry was asleep during our sex-a-thon in London.
“Oh that one is vintage. Um…Let me call around.” he said politely. “I may be able to get it. Hold on.”
As he picked up the phone to make his calls, I moved around the shop looking at other shirts.
I tried to remember the other bands Harry liked. In the small times I had stayed at his house, I had peeped other graphic tees and I was starting to note the pattern of what he liked.
As I was looking, my eyes caught an AC/DC shirt that I thought Harry would like.
It slightly resembled his brown Harley Davidson shirt that he loved and also wore often.
I picked it up and looked at the price tag.
The shirt was $89.95.
My eyes damn near popped out of my skull. For a t-shirt?
“Ma’am?” I heard called a few seconds later.
I turned and looked back at the man who had been helping me and headed over to the counter, with the silly $89.95 shirt.
“Any luck?” I asked.
He shook his head no. “Unfortunately no. Do you know where he got it?”
I shook my head as well. “He’s had it a couple years.”
“Well we have a KISS one that looks like it.”
I smiled. “He already has that one.”
The man smiled. “Is he a collector?”
“He’s just…” I wanted to say ‘Just Harry’, but instead I said, “Just a fan.”
The man smiled.
“I think I want to get this one though.” I said placing the AC/DC shirt on the counter.
“Great.” he took the shirt from me and folded it.
“Is it for his birthday or something?”
“No.” I said. “Just because.”
The man nodded his head in appreciation.
“Lucky guy.”
I smiled and he wrapped everything up for me.
When I headed outside, I hailed another cab and then headed for my friend’s place.
I wanted to run the shirt back to the hotel, but I didn’t know if Harry was still there.
He had been acting weird since we had got in town anyway.
I admit I had been shifty since I wanted to surprise him, but he was acting strange too.
Between all of his questions and snide remarks about my outfit and my whereabouts, I didn’t know what was wrong with him.
I didn‘t think he was being completely serious, but I couldn’t help but feeling like he could be a little jealous…or possibly upset that I wasn’t spending the night with him.
As if I would.
The lifestyles of the rich and famous was something I wanted to be far away from.
Growing up in California I had seen a few things and Harry’s friends in the industry didn’t interest me.
Jeff and Glenne were fine, but I’m sure the more famous ones wouldn’t be so welcoming.
I could already imagine the looks or hidden thoughts.
When I arrived at my friend’s house across town, I instantly was thrust back into college land.
“Hey Beckham.” Michael, my longtime school mate said, pulling me into a hug as I reached the apartment my closest New York friends rented.
“Hey.” I said.
As I walked in the house, I saw my other friends Malcolm, Christina, Rick and Victoria.
I already knew good times were up ahead tonight.
Our missing link Kelsey wasn’t here, but I was sure they planned on getting me drunk enough to forget.
I quickly laid down the law as I got settled.
“I’m going out of town tomorrow and I have a long flight home. I don’t want to spend it throwing up. No drinking for me tonight.”
“Bullshit!” Christina said. “You are drinking, if I have to force the drink down your throat.”
“Sure are.” Malcolm said sitting on the couch beside me.
I smiled.
“This is why I don’t hang out with you guys.” I joked.
“Should have stayed your pretty ass in California.” Christina teased.
“Speaking of…I still don’t get why you had to fly up here for one day?” Victoria questioned.
“I told you. My internship from the spring needed me to come up here.”
The fake internship.
“Are they trying to offer you a position?” Christina asked with excitement. “That would be so cool. You would have a job in publishing as soon as you graduate.”
“Um…I don’t know.” I said quickly. “I meet with them tomorrow.”
I said a silent prayer that they would stop with the questions.
I didn’t remember all the details of my lie before and if they wanted specifics, there was no way I would be able to lie.
“When are we going to dinner?” I asked changing the subject.
“Soon. In like an hour?” Michael guessed. Then he looked down at my bag.
“What’s in there?”
The words Metropolis Vintage were big and bold.
“Gift for my Dad.”
“Oh.”
I railroaded the conversation a few times before we left for the restaurant. On the way there, I got a text from Harry.

*Still at the hotel. I will be in Manhattan later for dinner. I think we are going to Carbone.

I’ll text you and keep you updated. Be safe and have fun. xx.*
I texted him back.

*Cool. With friends now. Heading to dinner in a bit. I will call you about later. Tell Jeff and Glenne hello.*

He texted me okay and then we went on to our prospective plans. I headed to dinner and my movie and from a quick peek at social media saw Harry had been papped out with fans.
For a moment I contemplated forgetting my friends and pairing up with him.
He looked deliciously handsome in a red shirt with a black blazer and I was slightly regretful I hadn’t taken him up on his offer.
Attaching myself to that handsomeness would have suited me just fine.
Still, a month in each others company could be a long time, and I didn’t want him to get sick of me.
After leaving the movie, I sent Harry another text.

*Leaving theatre. Movie was excellent! Did you want me to still meet you?*

He texted me back.

*I don’t know where I’m going. I’ll have to see you later. Are you still going to a club?*

*Not sure. I know my friends want to go out.*

*I would prefer you not*

*Why? I’ll be safe*

*I just don’t want you at a club.* he texted simply and then, *I trust you though. I’ll just meet you at the hotel. I’ll be there later.*

*K. Bye Hun.* I said. Once again, I was slightly regretful he no longer wanted to meet up.

This time he didn’t text back.
We headed back to my friends house and my friends got dressed to go to a local bar first. I really wasn’t in the mood for the clubbing scene, but I did want more time with them.
I had been enjoying the time we were sharing and it would be at least two months until we were together again.
“So Beckham?” Christina began, as she changed clothes at the house. “Kelsey tells me you’re dating someone?”
“When was this?” I asked.
“A while ago.”
She gave me a wide smile. “So…who is it?” she asked in interest.
I rolled my eyes playfully and sat on the bed.
“Why is everyone so interested?”
“Because you haven’t dated in forever. I think the last guy I seen you with was Charles.”
I immediately had a look of disgust. “Please don’t bring him up. I can’t believe I slept with him.”
She chuckled. “Well you gave him four dates. You tried.”
“He’s such an arrogant asshole.” I said honestly.
“Have you seen who he’s dating now?”
“Honestly I don’t care to know.”
She smiled.
“So tell me about him.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” I said.
“Well what’s he like?”
“He’s nice.” I said simply.
She rolled her honey brown eyes. “Real informative Becca.”
I smiled. “I know.” I teased.
“Well did you meet him at school?”
“No. I met him while I was working at my mom‘s store.”
“What’s he look like?”
“Green eyes. Dark hair. Tall.”
Harry.
She swooned.
“I love green eyes on a man.” she said with an appreciative smile and I smiled back. I knew the feeling now.
“So I’m guessing he lives in L.A?”
I nodded yes.
“What are you going to do when you go back to school?”
I put my head down, trying not to think of that. I played with the hem of my dress.
“We’ve decided to end it.” I said softly.
“And are you okay with that?” she asked reading my voice.
“Yeah,” I said looking back at her. I gave her a reassuring smile. “I don’t really have a choice.”
“Oh. Well I’m happy for you.” she said with a final smile. “Hope he is good to you.”
I nodded that he was and watched her get dressed.
She put on a pretty black dress which complimented her caramel skin perfectly and I knew she was going to get a lot of attention tonight.
I could already picture a musty club with a bunch of drunk guys crowding around trying to talk, or take one of us home.
Don’t mistake me, neither one of us were drop dead gorgeous, but it was only natural in those settings.
I wasn’t in the mood for it.
Truthfully I would rather be in my hotel room with Harry, curled up in his arms and falling asleep.
That sounded like a perfect night to me.
Still, I hadn’t seen my friends in a while and I knew Harry was looking forward to the party he was at.
Wherever he was.

We headed out of the house an hour later, and I was still not really in the mood to be going out. By now it was close to 11pm.
My plans on being at the hotel by midnight were quickly fading.
As we headed into a popular bar in Times Square the pumping bass of the EDM music made me wince.
Immediately our crew split with the guys heading one way, and me and the girls towards the bar.
“Alright, can we get three cranberries and vodka’s? And we‘re going to need some fireballs.” Christina called out to the bartender.
“Two! And no we‘re not.” I corrected.
Victoria shushed me and put an arm around me.
“Come on Beckham, you never come out and we haven’t seen you in a while…have a drink with us.”
“I don’t want too.”
“But you’re only in New York for one day.”
“And I have to meet with the internship people tomorrow.”
She began to whimper like a dog.
“Come on, please….preeeettttyyy pllleeeaassseee.”
I sighed, knowing I was already going to give in. They had always been pretty persuasive.
Harry was going to kill me.
“Fine.” I said with a playful roll of the eye. “I’ll have two drinks, and one fireball… but no more.”
“Yay!” Victoria called and Christina squealed with her.
“Load ‘em up.” she called to the bartender again, who happily prepared our drinks.
About a minute later, the small shot was in my hand.
We clinked our glasses.
“To our last summer of bad decisions.”
I smiled and downed the fireball quickly. It burned my throat.
Bad decisions indeed….
**********************
Four hours later, I stumbled into my hotel room.
Not because I was drunk, but because my feet were killing me from the heels I had brought with me.
My hair smelled like the bars we had went too, and I felt musty.
All night bodies had gyrated against me, and guys had stayed in my face giving their stupid lines.
As I unlocked my hotel room door, and stepped into the pitch black room, I was surprised to hear it was completely silent. The small buzz of Harry’s snore was missing.
I turned on a light half expecting to find Harry passed out on the bed, but he wasn’t.
The room was completely empty and the bed was untouched.
I looked at the clock on the mantle that read 3:12am.
It was a little strange he wasn’t back yet, but he texted me after midnight and told me his phone was dying and that he would be out late.
He gave me Jeff’s number to text in case of an emergency.
I kind of felt like this was. I wanted to make sure he was alright.
I sat on the edge of the bed rubbing my sore feet and sent Jeff a quick text.
*Hey. This is Becca. Just checking on you guys and making sure everything is okay*
The response was immediate.
*We’re good. H is with me in my room. He’s had a bit to drink*
I smiled. I had always wondered what drunk Harry was like. However, I had my fair share of drunk men tonight so I would leave him where he was.
*Alright. I’m going to bed. Be responsible guys* I joked.
I placed my phone on the charger, hid Harry's gift in my luggage and then headed for the shower.
I rushed through it and washed my hair quickly before going back in the room.
In the distance I could have sworn I heard laughter from Jeff’s room where the guys were and summed it up that they were still having fun.
I climbed in bed with a smile in my face, glad that Harry was having a good time with his buddies.
I turned on my TV so that I had background noise to fall asleep too and then I went to sleep.
I half expected Harry to stumble in, and wake me up in the middle of the night collapsing on the bed; however, when I woke up at 5am and turned over, his side of the bed was still cold.
I wasn’t worried in my lethargic state because I knew he was with Jeff and probably across the hall, but I was concerned for his physical state.
I hoped he wasn’t somewhere crouched over a toilet emptying his stomach and praying to the porcelain Gods.
I rolled back over and went to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was 9am, and this time it was by Harry.
The sound of something hitting the carpet, popped my eyes open.
I woke up so quickly that I knew I would probably have a headache later.
My eyes instantly landed on a shirtless Harry who was bending over to pick up a bottle of lotion.
He turned to me.
“Sorry.” he said. “I was trying not to wake you.”
In my groggy state, he seemed alright. There was no obvious signs of bloodshot eyes or slurred speech but he did have bags under his eyes.
I yawned and stretched, glad to see him.
“What time is it?”
“Just after nine.”
He came over to me.
I could smell his cologne and I could tell he had just got out of the shower.
He leaned over me. “How are you?” he asked gently.
“I’m fine.”
He leaned and kissed my forehead. “Did you have fun last night?”
I nodded and rubbed my hands over my face to wake up more.
“Where did you sleep?” I asked as I began to sit up.
He backed away from me and peered down at me.
“Jeff’s room.”
“Are you alright?”
He smiled. “I’m fine. Slightly hungover…but alright.”
I smiled back and scanned his taut abdomen.
Gosh, he was sexy.
“What happened to our no drinking rule?”
He smiled guiltily. “I know, I know…I’m sorry. I really don‘t drink that much.” he explained as if I was his mother.
“You’re grown.” I reminded him. “Besides, I kind of broke the rule too.”
“You did go to a club then?“ he questioned.
“A bar. It was so packed.”
He smirked. “Yeah? Did any guys hit on you?”
“Maybe.” I said mysteriously.
He chuckled and turned away from me.
He leaned down in and shuffled through his bag.
“Guess I’ll be checking your luggage later for numbers.”
I grinned and flipped the covers back.
The air conditioning was on, so the room was a bit chilly and I felt the immediate goosebumps raise on my skin.
I wanted to head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and check my appearance, but Harry stopped me.
As I moved to go past him, he stretched his arms out and pulled me to him.
He gave me a gentle kiss.
“Thanks for letting us come. It was good to see my friends.”
“Of course.” I said.
He moved a loose hair from my face. “Are you going with me today or staying here?”
I moved away from him a bit in case my breath was offensive.
“What time is the flight? Four right?”
He nodded yes.
“I think I’ll stay here. I’m a bit sleep deprived from last night.”
Harry let me go.
“What time did you get in?”
“After three. I texted Jeff to check on you.”
“I know, he told me.”
“Were you awake at that point?” I teased.
“Yes.” he said smiling widely. “I was arguing with my buddy Xander by then.”
“Arguing about what?” I asked curiously.
“Useless shit.” he said. “It’s kind of a blur.”
I nodded okay and headed for the bathroom.
I began to wash up; washing my face, brushing my teeth…
“Who else was with you guys?” I asked curiously.
I was pretty naïve on the deals.
“Couple different people. Some guys, some girls…” he said leaning against the doorframe.
By now, his other favorite KISS t-shirt was on with his signature black jeans.
“Getting ready to go?” I asked.
“Yeah I think so. Jeff is eating next door. Do you want to get some breakfast?”
“Out or through room service?”
“I was hoping we could go out, but I don’t think I’ll have time. I have to be at the showing by noon.”
“Alright, well that’s fine. I’m hungry.” I said simply.
Harry smiled and I expected him to go grab the room service menu, but instead he came in the bathroom with me.
At that moment, I was taking my hair down after washing my face.
He came behind me and I watched him through the mirror.
“What?” I asked.
His hands gathered around my stomach and he pressed me against him.
Due to his frame, my head rested against his chest.
He leaned down and kissed my neck.
“I missed you last night.”
“That‘s the alcohol.” I joked. “You’re still hungover.”
He smiled. “Yeah…drunk in love.” he sang mimicking Beyonce’s famous song.
I giggled as his hands trailed my body. It was clear he wasn’t moving anywhere soon as he held me in his arms.
“Don’t you have to leave soon?” I reminded him, playing.
“I do.” he said trailing more kisses on my neck.
“And aren’t we suppose to be eating?”
“I’m about too.” he whispered against my collarbone.
I closed my eyes and smiled as his warm breath ticked my skin.
I felt his hands lift my shirt and curl around my underwear.
I reopened my eyes.
He was staring back at me through the mirror.
His green eyes devious with a wide Cheshire cat smile.
“Don’t.” I warned.
He moved to pull them down.
“Don’t.” I said smiling back.
He continued to watch me in the mirror. “Your words say one thing, but your face says another…”
I bit my lip and remained quiet.
He wasn’t lying. I totally wanted him and he knew it.
He pulled my panties completely off and they hit the floor.
I pulled away from him and faced him, my shirt falling over my naked bits.
I placed my hands on his chest.
“I’m hungry.” I said. “Go order our food.”
He groaned. “Why are you a buzz kill? You’re no fun today.”
I smiled.
“I’m a lot of fun.” I disagreed. “The boys last night seem to think so.”
“What does that mean?”
“Oh you know…they loved dancing with me and stuff.”
“Oh really?” he asked. His eyes flashed jealously. “You danced with some guys?”
I smiled. “A couple. Some of them were handsome too.” I teased.
“How did you dance with them?”
I gave a gentle shrug.
“I don’t remember.”
He looked back at me, trying to read me. He knew I was teasing, but I feel he was looking for any truth laced in the words.
He wouldn’t find any.
I hadn’t even so much as looked at another guy, but I was curious how far I could take this.
I leaned into him, almost kissing him.
“You want to know what else they said?”
“No,” he said, and before I could say anything more, he gripped my thighs and placed me on the counter.
“You know what…you need a reminder.” he said keeping his face serious.
I instantly laughed at his small possession.
“Of what?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He didn’t answer, as his hands moved from the base of my neck all the way down until it slithered across my sex.
I sighed.
Harry placed a finger inside of me and I instantly moaned curling around him. My body was already adjusted for him.
“Of me.“ he whispered in my ear. “So…Tell me about these other guys.” he said moving a finger inside of me slowly.
“Not much to tell.” I said.
He pulled his face away from my ear and faced me.
“No tell me…“ he said, continuing his probing back and forth. “Did any ask for your number?”
“One or two.”
He stuck another finger in and I shifted.
“Yeah? Did you give it?”
I kept my gaze locked dead on his.
“Could I have?”
“Absolutely not.”
I smiled.
“But i’m not your girlfriend.” I reminded him. My tone was still light and playful, but he didn’t like that answer.
Bending his head down, he used his other free hand and lifted my shirt up.
Exposing my uncovered nipple, he wrapped his mouth around my breast.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, he bit me.
Not hard, but just enough to get his point across.
He released my breast a second later.
He was smiling.
“That’s what I feel about that statement.”
I gave a small laugh and smiled with him and we shared a slow kiss; our first real kiss of the morning.
After we pulled apart, I calmed his fears.
“Well you don’t have to worry. I was a complete angel. No one even got close to me. No numbers exchanged, dancing or anything. ”
“Really?” he asked gently.
His two fingers were still moving inside of me.
“Really.” I said starting to finally feel the effects of his actions.
His finger felt wonderful inside of me, but I was more interested in what was in his pants.
I trailed my eyes down to the slight bulge.
“So…” I began.
“So?” he asked.
“Do you think I could get a morning quickie?” I asked keeping my voice purposely demure. “Ya know…for my good behavior.”
“No. I think you deserve something else.”
“Like what?” I asked, when suddenly he removed his finger and shifted my hips forward.
From my position, I had no choice but to grip my hands on the counter, but I think that’s what he wanted.
My hair spray and toiletries hit the sink with a loud thud and my butt rested on the edge of the hard white sink.
“Harry what are you-”
Oh.
I was silent as his head bent down and his tongue connected to me, running up my core.
My hips bucked.
“Don’t move too much or you’ll fall.” he instructed.
He was right.
This hotel bathroom was small and definitely not made for activities such as this.
Yet was I going to stop him? Hell no.
“Oh just catch me.” I said breathlessly, throwing my head back.
His talented tongue had already began climbing up that mountain to my peak.
He smiled against me and then brought me to my own little morning slice of heaven.
An hour later, the knock of the hotel room door interrupted us. By then, our bathroom antics had ended and we were eating our breakfast. I was spooning my cereal as Harry climbed off the bed beside me and went to get it.
We were watching some TV movie and had been eating and talking on the bed.
I watched as he went to the door and opened it.
I couldn’t see completely who it was, but I made out the frame of a woman.
“Hey.” Harry said.
“Hey. Jeff told me to give this to you. You left it in the room.”
Whoever it was had a Portuguese accent. I only knew that because one of my teachers had the same kind.
“Cool. Thanks.” Harry said grabbing something from her.
“Are you leaving soon?” Harry asked her.
“Yeah. In a bit.”
“Kay.” Harry said and opened the door wide.
A thin brunette stood there.
I watched as he pulled her in his arms.
“Last night was fun.” he said, and me and the girls’ eyes locked.
Her eyes furrowed a bit in confusion as she saw me, but she looked back at him as he pulled away.
“It was. Thanks Harry.” she said and smiled.
She was pretty.
Very pretty.
He nodded okay and then shut the door behind her.
I chewed the Frosted Flakes in my mouth and then shifted on the bed.
“Who was that?” I asked quietly. I tried to keep my voice casual.
“Oh one of my friends.” he said just as casual and sat back beside me.
He picked up his previous apple, and took another bite.
He was quiet for the next few minutes.
After we finished breakfast, we had another interruption, this time in the form of Jeff telling Harry they needed to leave soon.
“Alright cool.”
Harry moved to his bag in the corner and threw on a quick cream jacket that was striped with red and blue lines and grabbed his sunglasses.
He turned to me.
“You know what to do right? To get to the airport and meet me?”
I nodded yes. We had already went over the instructions.
I was to check out at 1pm, and then head to the airport. He gave me the gate information and I would just meet him on the flight.
That way, if he was cornered, it would minimize any issues.
He wanted me there and already away from any craziness.
“Kay.” he said.
He came and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll see you in a bit.” he said softly.
“Kay.” I said warmly.
Still standing by me, Harry looked over me, looking for any small pieces he may have left behind while me and Jeff watched him.
After he was finished and satisfied, he looked back at me with a small smile.
“Alright. Bye hun.” he said.
“Kay. Bye guys.” I said mainly to Jeff since he was watching everything and waiting (im) patiently by the door.
Harry leaned down suddenly and gave me another kiss. This one, on my lips, and much longer. One of his hands went behind my head, and as I savored the softness of his lips, I think we both forgot Jeff was there for a minute.
When he finally pulled away, I was still cast in his spell, and could barely focus as he left the room.
Throwing myself back on the bed, I just sighed.
After, I settled back in bed since I had a little while before I had to get up.
I was happy we had made the trip.
It had been good to see my friends and after this morning’s festivities, I wasn’t even upset that me and Harry hadn’t spent any of the time together.
He had more than made up for it.
In fact, come to think of it, he had been really sweet all morning.
After the bathroom cunnilingus, he had kissed me tenderly and stayed close to me all morning.
As we waited for the room service food, I laid on him and he played in my hair, coaxing me to tell him all the details of the previous night.
I exaggerated a bit to fuel his playful jealously and he made sure to mark his claim with a smile.
“Fuck titles.“ he had said kissing my head. “You’re mine for the summer. Only mine.” he said keeping me close.
It had been really cute.
Now he was gone, and I had a few hours to myself to sit back and reflect.
My mind had silly thoughts. I sent some texts to family and called my mom to update her on the trip. I spoke with Kelsey to get the newest updates on she and Bobby, who after all this time, were still going strong and I even texted Harry a bit from our bed.
*Paps outside and fans.* he warned. * Be careful leaving*
*They’re not after me.* I reminded him.
*Still be careful love* he said. *There’s other celebrities in the hotel today*
I was curious who but I didn’t ask.
*I will.* I promised. *See you on the plane. How is the place?*
*Nice. We might put in an offer. We’re heading to another place now*
*K. Well I’ll see you in a bit*
*You will. x*
I plopped my phone on the bed and enjoyed the silence. Soon we would be back in Europe and the craziness from touring and traveling would resume. I wasn’t looking forward to any drama.
I didn’t know, it was just right around the corner.

Notes

Thank you guys for the continious reads! Its appreciated!

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