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a million tiny little things

fifteen

Fucking hooooommmmeeeeee!!! *thumbs up emoji. Get over here right now!

Fallon laughed at Harry’s eager text, but it would be a lie if she said she wasn’t as excited as he was. She had been tracking his flight online, but it had been unnecessary, as Harry texted her the moment the wheels hit the runway. They were both thrilled to see each other, and each minute seemed like a century.

Remember, you’re too soft to be bossy! Fallon texted back. But I’m on my way, anyway!

Fallon didn’t waste any time. The weeks apart from Harry had been more difficult than she ever expected. She knew she liked him before he left, but his time away made her realise how much she cared for him. Once or twice, she found herself wondering if she liked him more than just like, but she wouldn’t let herself entertain that idea for any longer than a second or two. It was too soon to think about anything like that, and considering they had spent more time apart than together, Fallon was not even sure what to expect when they were together again. She hoped everything would be the same as it had been in May, but she wouldn’t know until she saw him.

As she jumped into her car, her bare legs burned against the hot seat. She yelped, positioning a sweatshirt under the seat before pulling away from the curb. The drive to Harry’s home was only a few minutes – she could have walked had it not been the end of June in Los Angeles – but she didn’t want to waste any time waiting for the air conditioning to chill her car.

Normally a reserved person, Fallon’s eagerness surprised her. She lived her life in a steady line, rarely getting worked up about anything, negative or positive. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt such a jolt of excitement at the prospect of seeing someone. But no one else in her life was Harry. He had such a hold on her heart, as though he’d cast a spell over her. And while thoughts about what could come next terrified her, she realised the anticipation was greater.

Harry paced along his front deck, waiting impatiently for Fallon to arrive. He forced himself to have a shower before texting her to come over, but it had been the quickest shower in his history. He didn’t care about unpacking or settling in. All he cared about was seeing Fallon.

He couldn’t remember ever being so excited to see a girl before. No, of course he couldn’t remember, because he hadn’t ever felt like this about a girl before. It was strange – frightening even – going from someone being a complete stranger to being completely infatuated by them. He wondered how he ever was able to live without her, because he couldn’t imagine being without her now.

The time in Europe had seemed to go on forever. Harry tried to keep his stage persona in check and give the fans the best show, because it would likely be their last, but he found it hard to keep Fallon off his mind. She plagued his thoughts while he was awake and occasionally filled his dreams – well, only once, but he would never tell Fallon about the erotic dream she starred in. Even just the memory of the dream caused his groin to stir, and he willed the thought away. He hadn’t seen Fallon in almost five weeks and greeting her with a half-chub wouldn’t be the best way to say hello.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if they would end up saying hello as the dream version of Fallon had greeted him. He remained absolutely ready to wait until she said yes, but he was a man with a hot girlfriend and as the days passed, more libidinous thoughts entered his mind. He reminded himself to keep the thoughts out of his mind, but telling the thoughts to leave only made them more prominent.

Harry groaned with frustration as his half-chub became more of a three-quarters-chub, just as his phone signalled an arrival at the front gate. He jumped up and down slightly, trying to rid the erection before he hugged Fallon. He didn’t think she would care, but it was inappropriate.

“Come on…” he muttered. “Grandma in a bathing suit, Grandma in a bathing suit, Grandma in a bathing suit…” The thought didn’t work. Instead of picturing his grandmother in a swimsuit, the thought of Fallon in a skimpy little bikini popped into his mind. “Bloody hell!”

Ding-dong!

Just as he cussed, the doorbell chime rang through the house. He was almost certain Fallon would have heard his yelling, but he pretended she hadn’t as he yanked open the door. A wide grin spread across his face as he found himself face-to-face with Fallon.

“Hi babe,” he greeted in a soft voice, his stomach tumbling as he enveloped her in his arms, hugging her close to his chest. His heart felt so huge as he hugged her, he was certain it was about to explode. Fallon’s arms looped around his back and reciprocated his tight hug. He ran his fingers through her ponytail as they hugged, rocking slightly together on his front stoop.

“Hi,” Fallon mumbled against Harry’s chest. She hugged him tight, pulling herself as close to him as she could, and inhaled as she breathed him in. She relaxed against Harry, feeling at home in his arms. Thoughts and worries about what would happen when they saw each other again had been on her mind constantly since the morning he left her house in May, but now she couldn’t remember that feeling. Everything seemed exactly as it had before, only better.

Harry pulled back, only slightly, and the smile remained on his face as he feathered his lips against hers. His movements were gentle but still steeped with passion. He kept his eyes wide, watching Fallon’s brows furrow together as she navigated his lips. When she popped her eyes open and met his gaze, he let out a quiet chuckle against her mouth.

“Felt you looking,” Fallon mumbled, her words muffled in his mouth. She had an urge to close her eyes, the intense eye contact overwhelming to her senses. But the desire to stay connected to Harry was stronger, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“I know… should take a picture instead, eh?” Harry answered, keeping his lips and eyes on Fallon. He let his hands rest loosely on her hips, his fingertips dangling dangerously close to her curved backside.

Fallon shook her head. “No… I like this…” she whispered, pulling Harry closer to her and deepening their kiss.

Fallon stood on her toes, allowing Harry’s hands to reach her bottom with ease. She let his fingers dance across her for a moment, pulling back just as he squeezed her flesh with more force and desire. She dropped her head and wrapped her arms around herself, silently apologising for halting the amorous kissing, before forcing her gaze to meet his.

“You going to give me a tour or is this where the train stops?” she asked, nudging Harry’s foot with her own. Her pursed lips hid a smirk behind them, and she tried to force it out. She wished the day would come when she was not so physically awkward with Harry.

Harry wrapped one arm around Fallon’s waist and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “I guess that would be the gentlemanly thing to do,” he agreed, a wave of guilt washing over him. Manhandling her bottom like it was bread dough was not a gentlemanly gesture. He found it more and more difficult to control himself around Fallon, and not do things that came naturally to him, but he had to calm himself down. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, no matter how great her body felt in his hands.

Fallon slipped her hand into Harry’s as he led her into the house. She didn’t want him to feel bad for touching her like a boyfriend should touch his girlfriend. It wasn’t his fault she was an inexperienced prude, and she thought if she didn’t take the initiative and hold his hand, he wouldn’t touch her the rest of the day. She didn’t think he knew how much she enjoyed his touch, despite her aversion.

Harry squeezed Fallon’s hand. “You brought your suit, right?” The image of Fallon in her bikini entered his mind again, but this time, he didn’t try to will it away with a thought of his grandmother.

Fallon reached under the neck of her shirt, tugging on the strap of her bathing suit top. “You told me to,” she reminded him. She didn’t tell him how long she took to decide on a suit, and how she still thought her modest – but two-piece – suit might be too revealing. She wanted to be cute, sexy and attractive but she wasn’t the girl who would wear a strappy, exposing bikini.

“Good girl,” Harry teased. “Mmm… well, welcome…” he murmured, pulling Fallon against him again before running his hands up and down her back.

Fallon kept her arms around Harry. She didn’t want to let him go. “I’m glad you’re home…” she whispered, pressing her cheek against his chest.

“Yeah?” asked Harry, smirking down at Fallon. “You miss me a bit or something?”

Fallon shrugged. “Maybe…” she mused teasingly. “But really… I’m just worried about how high my phone bill will be… Hey!” she yelped, laughing as Harry rubbed a noogie onto her head. She pulled away from him, scowling though her laughter as she smoothed her hair.

Harry chuckled at her scowl. “Don’t worry, you’re still pretty,” he assured her, stroking her hair. “Don’t flinch, I’m not going to noogie you again!” he laughed. “Or am I…?” he wondered. Swiftly, he enveloped Fallon. He thought he had a good grip around her, but she easily wiggled out of his grasp.

“You act like you’re the first person to give me a noogie!” Fallon pointed out, laughing at Harry’s surprised face. She waved her hand at him, scoffing dismissively.

“What, is your brother a good noogier?” Harry asked.

Fallon pursed her lips together and shrugged, a small hum coming out of her mouth. She didn’t want to talk about Adam, of course, but with his mention, Fallon remembered she had to tell Harry more than she had been about her life.

“He likes to think so… Oh, wow!” Fallon said in awe, momentarily forgetting about her inner struggle as she saw the massive windows adorning the south-west wall of Harry’s living room, exposing a panoramic view of Los Angeles. She let go of his hand and stepped closer to the window, admiring the sights. “Your view is way better than mine,” she laughed, turning back to Harry.

Denied again, as usual but, also as usual, Harry didn’t press. Instead, he joined Fallon by the patio doors. “Yeah, it’s not too bad,” he answered with a modest shrug. “It’s nicer from my room, but… uhh…” He trailed off, not wanting Fallon to think he was mentioning the view from his bedroom to get her upstairs. The view was better, but that was a fact, not a ploy. He cleared his throat. “That’s not what I meant…”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she told him, shaking her head. She hated how her own insecurities made Harry uncomfortable as well. “How does this open?” she asked, running her hand along the door frame.

Harry stepped behind Fallon and placed his hand gently on her back, guiding her out of his way as he pushed on the door. The glass, while appearing to be a single pane, folded along invisible seams, like an accordion. Once he reached the other end of the door, Harry slid the folded glass into the wall. “Voila,” he announced, gesturing with grandiose at the open door.

Fallon snickered. “Beautifully done,” she teased. She walked onto the patio, the cement warm on her feet even through her sandals. “This is a bit freaky with the glass railing,” she commented, bracing her hands on the railing and looking down at the pool.

“Yeah, birds crash into it all the time,” Harry answered. He stood behind Fallon and wrapped his arms around her, his fingers grazing her arms. “I’ve had to pick up dead ones from down there,” he added, gesturing to the poolside.

“Did you bury them?”

Harry paused. “Well… define buried…” he pondered. He let out a quiet snicker. “I mean… I guess they were eventually buried… at the landfill…”

Fallon let out a facetious gasp. “You monster!”

Harry tickled Fallon’s arm. “Says the one who flushed live fish down the loo,” he reminded her. “At least the birds were dead!”

“Touché,” Fallon remarked with a quiet snicker. She found Harry’s hands and laced her fingers with his. “I guess we’re both monsters?”

Harry echoed Fallon’s snicker and ducked his head as he feathered a kiss onto her cheek. “Guess that’s why we get on so well,” he quipped.

“Yeah, that’s probably the number one reason,” Fallon agreed, resting her head against Harry’s chest as they quietly stared at the view before them. “That, and… you’re pretty cute,” she added with a slight shoulder shrug.

Harry grinned, hearing the smile behind Fallon’s quiet words. “That should be reason number one, I reckon,” he teased, kissing Fallon’s neck. “I think you’re way more than just pretty cute,” he whispered into her ear.

His words and whispering breath sent a tingle throughout her body. She turned and tilted her head up to see Harry. “Even with my morning breath?” she asked teasingly.

Harry nodded. “Especially with your morning breath,” he jibed. He captured her lips with his and gave her a soft kiss. “Might need to figure out a way to get that into a scented candle,” he smirked. “Or, oh! Some type of fabric spray, so I can spray it on hotel pillows when I’m gone!”

Fallon rolled her eyes and elbowed Harry’s stomach. “Shut up,” she sighed. “It’s not like yours was minty fresh!” she added, her words overlapped by Harry’s boisterous laughter. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” she reminded him as he tightened his arms around her.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry argued good-naturedly as he swayed back and forth. “You want to go swimming, babe?” he wondered after a few quiet beats passed. “It’s bloody hot out here!” And I want to see that itsy-bitsy suit.

Fallon nodded. “Yeah, but no splashing,” she told Harry, holding up a warning finger.

Harry wrinkled his face and pushed her finger away. “Definitely not promising that,” he joked, taking Fallon by the hand and leading her back into the house. After a quick stop in the kitchen for drinks and snacks, he led Fallon downstairs to the pool.

Lush foliage surrounding the pool area separated it from the road and the driveway and provided an abundance of privacy. The traffic on busy Sunset Boulevard just a few blocks away was hardly noticeable, muffled by the greenery. The pool itself curved along the patio, with a raised hot tub on the far end. It was much too warm for the hot tub now, but it would be a lovely way to spend an evening.

Harry dropped the tray of snacks on a patio table and, without hesitation, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. “You going to get in, or just going to stand there and look pretty?” he teased as he stepped out of his jeans, revealing his bright yellow swim trunks.

Fallon pressed her knuckles against her palm, anxiously cracking her fingers as she realised she now had to strip in front of Harry. The reasonable side of her reminded her it was just a swimsuit, it was not lingerie or nothingness, but the prudish side of her panicked at the thought of taking off her pants in front of him in broad daylight.

“Uhm… where’s your… where can I change?” asked Fallon, her voice wavering. What a dumb question, she thought to herself, remembering how she showed Harry she was already wearing her suit. She had no reason to disappear and change.

“Oh, yeah… of course…” Harry answered, his brow furrowing with confusion. He pointed towards the house. “Just right around the corner there.” Wasn’t she already in her suit? he wondered to himself as Fallon disappeared into the washroom. He shrugged to himself as he climbed into the pool. Girls always had their weird reasons.

Fallon braced her hands on the bathroom counter, ducking her head as she mentally kicked herself. She hated being such an immature baby. It wasn’t as though she was standing on a stage, performing a sexy dance for Harry while seductively removing her clothes. It was like a fireman, taking off his uniform after fighting a fire. Not sexy, necessary.

She rolled her eyes at her analogy. What a stupid thing to worry about, especially when she assumed wearing a bikini in front of Harry would cause more anxiety. But the bralette-style top and medium coverage bottoms covered enough for comfort, and she didn’t look dowdy. Actually, she realised as she took off her clothes and scrutinised herself in the mirror, I look kind of cute!

With her newfound realisation and secret strip tease under her belt, Fallon stepped out of the washroom and walked across the cement patio to the pool. As she walked towards Harry, she wished she had a towel or a cover up, but she pushed the thought away and reminded herself she looked cute.

Damn, Harry thought to himself as he watched Fallon step towards the pool. He hadn’t expected to see her in anything skimpy, and he was right. But there was something so sexy about the athletic two-piece. Perhaps it was the bright pink colouring or her soft, exposed legs or perhaps – likely – it was just her. “Get in here,” Harry called, standing at waist-deep water and splashing his hands towards her.

Fallon stopped on the steps and frowned at Harry. “I said no splashing!” she reminded him, taking another tentative step towards him. He looked so sexy in the pool, the sun and water glistening off his tanned skin. And when he smiled at her with his cheeky, dimpled grin, she couldn’t remember how to walk.

“And I said I definitely wasn’t promising that!” Harry countered, smirking as he approached Fallon. “C’mon, babe…” he urged, holding his hand to her. “I won’t splash you… too much. And, when I do… you can splash back. Deal?”

Fallon shook her head. “You are insufferable,” she sighed, but she took his hand. She let out a squeal as he tugged her off the steps and drug her through the water into his arms.

Harry wrapped his arms under her bottom and held her against his chest. He hoped she wouldn’t wiggle out of his grasp, despite his hands on her rear, but to his surprise, Fallon let her body press against his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grinned, his relief clear on his face.

Fallon’s heart raced at her and Harry’s close, bare-skin proximity, but she found a modicum of courage and wrapped her limbs around his body. When he smiled at her, a mix of relief and surprise, she felt a pang of guilt. While she knew – and appreciated – Harry was letting her take the reins in their physical relationship, it must have been difficult for him to wonder what kind of touch would be too much for her and constantly stumble through landmines.

The thoughts made her sigh, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she met Harry’s quizzical gaze and smiled. “This water is so nice,” she commented, wiggling her toes through the soft current.

“You’ve barely got wet,” Harry pointed out with a smirk, an idea forming.

“I –”

He didn’t give Fallon a chance to argue before he crouched in the water, his grip still tight around her body, and dunked both of them. They stayed under water for only a few seconds before Harry popped back up. He grinned at Fallon, her eyes wide as water dripped down her face.

“How’s the water now?” he asked, laughing as she sputtered indignantly.

“Shit!” Fallon exclaimed, trying to scowl at Harry. She wiped her face with her hands before shoving his shoulder playfully. “You’re lucky I like you…” she commented. She didn’t feel her face warm at her words, but assumed it was the chilliness of the water.

Harry grinned and gave Fallon a kiss on her wet lips. “I agree… I am…” he answered, running his hands along her lower back. “Not as lucky as you are, of course, but…”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “So modest,” she teased. She squeezed the water from her ponytail, flicking the damp strands towards Harry’s face. “It’s raining, it’s pouring!” she sang.

“Babe, you can try to taunt me all you want, but I’ll always be the bigger pain in the ass,” Harry laughed, tugging on her hair. “Oh, wait…”

Fallon guffawed. “Yeah, I can’t argue that,” she teased.

Harry bounced slightly, and Fallon’s legs instinctively tightened around his hips. “I hold all the cards, babe… Hold your breath,” he taunted, jostling her again. He chuckled as she let out a tiny squeak, anticipating the drop. “You’re some kind of cute.”

“You’re some kind of… something…” Fallon teased. Harry’s jaw dropped, feigning astonishment and Fallon laughed. “Aww… babe…” she cooed. The word was beginning to sound native on her tongue. “You’re some kind of cute, too…”

“Better be!” Harry exclaimed, pressing a kiss against Fallon’s lips before he dropped to the bottom of the pool again. Their lips remained joined, but their eyes squeezed shut against the water. Neither one made a motion to resurface, content with their underwater kiss, until Harry’s lungs couldn’t handle the pressure. He popped out of the water, Fallon joining a moment later with a triumphant grin on her face.

“I win!” she declared, gently splashing a scoop of water against Harry’s chest. “Oh… sorry…” she added, brazenly wiping the water from his pecs.

Harry shook his head. “Careful, I might do the same…” he told her, leaving it up to Fallon to decide if he was talking about splashing her, wiping water off her chest, or both. He linked his hands and pulled them through the water. “This would be a nice, big splash…” he warned, stepping closer to her.

Fallon stepped back, copying Harry’s linked hands. She didn’t know how to create a large splash with her hands joined together, but she could pretend. “Ditto,” she smirked. She laughed as he stepped closer. “Get away!”

Harry laughed, making his chuckles sound threatening. “So, what… you’re just all talk, or…?” he asked teasingly. “Dun, dun, dun, dun,” he sang, imitating a shark danger song as he closed the distance between them.

“I’m all talk!” Fallon wailed dramatically. She put her hands up, stopping Harry. “Don’t splash me!”

“You’re such a baby,” Harry kidded, but, for some reason, he obliged and dropped his hands. “Fine… I won’t splash you…”

Fallon grinned. “Sucker!” she teased, pushing her hands through the water with as much force as she could muster. She laughed as the water flew towards Harry and covered his body and drenched his hair, taking him by surprise.

“You’re such a brat,” Harry told her, shaking his hair out. He took a menacing step towards Fallon. “I’m not going to get you back now…” he warned, a teasing smirk on his face. “But… it’s coming… You won’t know when… you won’t know how… but… I’ll get you…”

Fallon giggled at his attempt at sternness. “Ooh, I’m shaking!” she teased, still laughing as she shook her shoulders for emphasis.

Harry grabbed Fallon’s shoulders and gave them a shake. “You should be, I’m scary!” he insisted.

“I know, that’s why I said I’m shaking!” Fallon laughed. “Make sure your payback is good and worth it, though, okay?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Obviously it’ll be the best,” he answered, running his fingers down Fallon’s arm. “Better sleep with one eye open, babe.”

“Okay, okay…” Fallon sighed. She shook her head at him. “You’re such a dork,” she commented with endearment. Goofing off and being silly with Harry was becoming one of her favourite things. She wanted to have more goofy afternoons, evenings and mornings with him, but she worried he wouldn’t want to be with her anymore if he found out her truths. She let out a quiet sigh, knowing she owed him honesty, but not wanting to give it.

Harry met Fallon’s eyes, a peculiar smirk on his face. “What’s with the huffs?” he wondered. Despite their officialness, he still felt as though Fallon was always on edge with him, and had a lot going on in her mind. He wanted to push her to confide in him, to learn she could trust him, but any pushing he did would only push her away. But it wasn’t easy for him to keep his mouth shut and while he didn’t want to feel frustrated with Fallon, it was hard not to sometimes.

Fallon gave Harry a non-committal shrug. “Just… wondering…” she answered vaguely, trailing her fingertips through the water. “Why did you… why do you… want me to be your girlfriend?” she wondered. She wrinkled her nose as she looked down, hating how the self-deprecating words sounded.

“Why?” Harry repeated. He let out a quiet, disbelieving scoff. “Uhm… because I fucking like you a hell of a lot… I want to kiss you all the time, and… you’re cute and funny, and… did I mention I like you… a lot?” he asked. He shook his head. “Why’re you asking me something like that?” he wanted to know, an edge of irritation in his voice. He didn’t like having to defend his feelings. He understood Fallon was insecure and inexperienced, but her questions made him feel like he did something wrong.

Fallon heard the tight tone behind Harry’s words, and she looked up at him with an apologetic look. “I just…” She crossed her arms over her chest as she sat on the pool steps. “I’m sorry, but I… I just don’t know why, because… you don’t even know me that well…” She pressed her knuckles against the rough bottom of the steps, the hard texture dimpling her skin, and didn’t look up as Harry sat beside her.

Harry couldn’t understand how Fallon could be so self-doubting about herself. Couldn’t she see how pretty and funny and smart she was? Couldn’t she see how carefree and relaxed she made him? Her uncertainties broke his heart. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged Fallon closer to him. To his surprise, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Why do you want me to be your boyfriend?” he asked, touching a soft kiss into her hair.

Fallon looked up in disbelief. Who wouldn’t want him? “I…” she stammered, his question taking her by surprise. “Because… you’re the best…”

Harry smiled at her words and found Fallon’s hand under the water. “Aww, babe… I’m not, but… fuck, you’re sweet for thinking so…” He squeezed her hand and chuckled quietly. “You know, you don’t know me that well either…”

“I… well, maybe, but… I feel like I know you… more than you know me…”

“Well… I feel that too,” Harry admitted. He reminded himself to tread lightly and go easy with his words. Fallon could be so delicate. “Because… I’ve told you more than you’ve told me… Way more,” he added for unnecessary emphasis.

Fallon nodded. She couldn’t argue that. “You have,” she answered. “It’s hard for me… to talk about things, and I… I’m scared you’re going to change your mind,” she admitted, frowning as she heard the octave of her voice raise several notes.

“Why would I?” Harry asked, his stomach twisting as his mind raced with ideas as to what Fallon was keeping from him. What could be so bad that it would make him not want to be with her? As she breathed out a quiet sigh and met his eyes, he realised he was about to find out.


Notes

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Comments

@JasperRenee
Thank you! I really appreciate that! It can be a bit difficult to get my head around a new character, so I really appreciate the praise! <3

harambejtrump harambejtrump
3/9/19

Oh I absolutely love Fallon! Something about the character just seems so... realistic if that makes any sense... keep up the good work!!!

JasperRenee JasperRenee
3/9/19