“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I muttered under breath, studying the features of the boy in front of me. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” he asked raspily taking a step toward me. I nodded while biting my lip. His eyes traveled to my lips, slowly he reached for me, and gently cupped my face with his hands. His lips barely brushing mine, while I was desperately begging for more, he kissed my eyelids, my forehead, my nose, his lips lingering on my left cheek. I finally let out a moan, and pulled his curls, tugging on them so he would kiss me, really kiss me. After what felt like forever, he gently pressed his lips on mine at first.

No longer being able to control the burning passion between us, he pressed me against the wall, his lips roughly moving against mine, his hands were roaming down my sides, while mine were tugging on his soft curls. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the wall providing me the leverage that was needed. We pulled away, his eyes piercing through mine for a second, before he started kissing down my jawline, leaving a wet trail of kisses all over my neck, stopping just under my earlobe, where he gently kissed me at first, then roughly nipped, and bit my soft spot making me moan in pleasure. “Harry,” I whimpered. “Yes baby?” he asked innocently, looking at with me those killer green eyes. “You’re really here,” I said my voice filled with wonder. “I know,” he smirked slightly. I used my index finger to feel his familiar features, tracing his eyelids, then running my finger down the bridge of his nose. Trailing the familiar curve of his lips, with my eyes closed, I could feel a smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Happy New year,” I whispered, meaning every word of it. I was happier than ever, “Happy New Year,” he replied pecking my lips once again. He swiftly picked me up bridal style, and led me to my room. His hands trailed under my jumper, giving me warm and tingly sensations, his large hands cupped my breasts, kneading them gently. I bit on my lip, suppressing the moans. With a quick motion he pulled of my sweater, snapping my bra open with his fingers, he gently pushed me on the bed, catching me before I hit my head. His eyes traveled down my body, I giggled slightly at the growing bulge in his pants. He literally ripped his shirt off and dropped on top of me, pulling off my sweatpants, his fingers trailing down the valley of my breasts, as I let out soft moans.

His eyes were on me as he tugged on the strings of my panties with his teeth, slowly removing them. Moving back up, he left wet kisses on my inner thighs baby curls tickling me. He rubbed my breasts again, licked my nipples and blowing them. I roughly pulled on his curls, causing him to look at me, before I could say anything his mouth covered mine. I fisted the curls on the nape of his neck, as he grinded himself on top of me. Making me groan. He shoved two fingers inside me, making me gasp.. “Sorry,” he grinned cheekily, but didn’t stop, instead went harder and faster. “Harry,” I moaned, fisting his curls, like my life depended on it. I felt him smirk against me neck. “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, as my back arched. He fingered faster, and stopped abruptly before I could come. “I love you,” he grinned evilly at me.

I flipped over him easily, since he wasn’t expecting it.Then snatched off his pants, shoving his boxers off, I smirked at him , sitting on his legs. I slowly rubbed his cock, at first. Then rubbed it roughly, until his tip turned red, picking my hair out of the way with one hand, I placed my lips around his cock, sucking on it. I watched him roll his head back, fisting the sheets on either sides, he groaned. “Fuck...Angel. I’m gonna...fucking come!” These were the only times i saw him out if control. Taking full advantage, I pulled away, placing a quick kiss on the tip. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “I love you too,” I grinned. He rolled his eyes, pulling a condom out of his wallet. He handed it to me, I ripped it open with my teeth, gently rolling it on his dick, and stroking it a few times, before looking back at him. His tip brushed over my clit a few times, “Harry Styles, fuck me right now,” I moaned, fisting the sheets. “How bad do you want it?” he asked playing along. “HAROLD EDWARD STYLES! Fuck me right fucking now!” I yelled, I bet the whole building could hear us by now. He rammed himself in me. I gasped at his speed, then wrapped my legs around his back, while he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of me. “Faster,” I moaned. He spread my legs apart and shoved himself inside me, rocking harder, while pinning my arms above my head. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered. he rocked harder than before, if possible. “Come for me baby,” He huskily whispered in my ear, My fingers knotted with his, as he bit on my earlobe. WIth two more thrusts I came over him, whimpering his name, my body was still shaking with our activities. He pulled himself out and threw the condom in the trash can, before smiling at me. “Best. Sex. Ever,” he panted wrapping his arms around my body. I rolled onto my side, so that I could properly see him. “Haven’t you fucked girls before?” I asked brushing a few curls that covered his eyes. “I make love to you, honey,” he smiled. I raised my eyebrows, “Fucking is about me, but making love is about us,” he said replying to my unasked question. A smile took over my face, and I pressed my lips on his, “I love you,” I mumbled against them. “Love you more,” he grinned pressing a kiss on my forehead. I snuggled into his chest trying to get all the warmth I could get. He snugly wrapped his arms around me, and we both fell asleep.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. A smile tugged on the corner of my lips, when I realized that last night wasn’t a dream, quickly rolling over the bed. I grabbed Harry’s shirt and followed the aroma. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind him. He quickly turned around to peck my cheek, then went back to his pancake. “Morning,” I chirped. “Morning,” he replied without looking up.

He laid the plates out and pulled a chair out, flicking his fingers to indicate me to take a seat. WHich I gladly took, and dug into heaven. “You’re the best-est cook ever,” I told him. “You’re majoring in English?” he asked playfully. I fake-gasped at his comment, he picked my hand from the table and kissed my knuckles. A blush rose on my cheeks, he chuckled lightly.

“I want to take you out to see Paris today,” I told him, playing with my fork. “I’d love to,” he said in a gentlemanly way. I grinned before skipping to the bathroom. I was so happy today, nothing could upset me, “How long are you here for?” I asked frowning at him. “At least one week,” he said while washing the dishes. My face brightened, “Love you!” I threw over my shoulder, and strutted towards the bathroom, hearing his deep chuckle echoing around my apartment.

Harry’s P.O.V.

“Love you!” she yelled over her shoulder, making me smile. Was it possible to love someone too much? After doing the dishes, I went to her room. I haven't exactly seen it after reaching here, Pictures of her and me were taped on her dresser and walls. I looked around to see pictures of Louis and her, her mother, the lads. A lot of her pictures were with Eleanor, there were a few with her friends. I looked through her collection of books--The Notebook, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and whatnot. My eyes stopped at her messy study table. A piece of paper caught me eyes, which I picked up studying it carefully, the corners of my mouth lifted, when I realized what it was.


“Babe, you ready?” Lexi asked stepping out of the bathroom, looking like an Angel, my Angel. “You wrote something for me?” I asked innocently. She raised her eyebrows, confused. I waved the paper in the air, whilst her cheeks turned crimson. Which she tried to hide with her hair. I stepped forwards tucking her soft hair behind her head, “Sing it for me, please?” I asked. She shook her head firmly. “Pretty please?” I pressed giving her my puppy-dog eyes. SHe rolled her beautiful eyes at me, before picking the guitar from her bedside. She strung a few random chords before facing me. Her angelic voice singing sweetly for me. (A/N:Pretend that she says Paris...be here)

I didn’t realize a tear had rolled down my cheek, until she brushed it away. “That’s...beautiful,’ I whispered kissing her lips softly. She shrugged, as if no big deal. “You wrote that for me?” I asked still not believing it. “As far as I remember I have no other who was in London or New York the past few months,” She said. “Or wait...maybe...no, It was you,” she said giggling slightly. “How many other boyfriends do you have, Lexi?” I asked sternly. She shrugged nonchalantly. I crawled on top of her, tickling her sides, as she let out bubbles of laughter. “St-Stop, Harry,” she gasped. “How many boyfriends do you have?” I asked. “Only y-you! St-Stop,” she giggled. “Good,” I said and got up holding out my hand for her, which she grasped.

Notes

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