“You guys have a half hour, so stop slacking off.”

The boys are running around, doing everything but get ready for tonight’s show. All of them, except Harry. He hasn’t left my side since I arrived. I know he’s normally goofing off with the other guys, but he’s behaving in front of me. We’re sitting on the couch and Harry has his arm draped over my shoulder. He leans over and whispers in my ear, quietly so no one can hear.

“A lot can happen in thirty minutes, Sarah.”

I laugh and squeeze his thigh playfully.

“Very funny, Harry. You can’t mess up your hair.”

I’m half kidding, but Lou would kill him if she had to fix it again.

“That’s your only objection?”

I didn’t think he was serious, but now his eyes darken and I can tell he’s not joking.

“Harry, it’s not a good time for-”

He stops listening and stands up abruptly, pulling me up off the couch by my hand. He drags me toward the door, but Niall interjects.

“Oi! Where are you two going?”

“None of your business.”

He pushes the door open roughly and ignores everyone’s stares.

“Harry, where the hell are we even going?”

“I’m not really sure.”

He turns around in the empty hallway and pushes me roughly against the wall, kissing me passionately and honestly taking me by surprise. I instinctively bring my hand up to his neck and start to run my fingers through his hair. He pulls away and looks at me scoldingly.

“Well, you can’t touch it. You’ll surely ruin it.”

I giggle and rest my hands on his shoulders instead. I kiss him once more and he pulls me down the hallway further, finally opening a door marked “storage”.

“So, we’re just going to fuck in a janitor’s closet?”

He rolls his eyes jokingly and points at the sign on the door.

“Storage closet, Sarah. There is a difference.”

He pulls me into the dark room and runs his hand along the wall, finally finding the light switch. The room brightens, revealing a small area full of boxes and stage props. He locks the door behind us and walks over to a small table, lifting a large box off of it. I walk over to him and he holds on to my hips firmly, lifting me up and setting me down on the table. He stands between my legs and keeps his hands on my hips, kissing me deeply, his tongue sliding softly between my lips. I lower my arms to wrap around his waist and pull his body closer to mine, scooting myself to the edge of the table. I feel his bulge grow through his tight jeans and my thin dress. Harry lifts my dress up and pulls it over my head, my hair falling to my shoulders and down my back after the material leaves me. I wrap my legs around him, my heels tangling together, as I pull him even closer. My hands run down his chest and I lift up his shirt slightly, slipping my fingers under it. His chest is warm, but my hands are cold. I feel small bumps raise on his stomach and chest. He breathes deeply and I lift his shirt off and let it fall to the ground. He reaches one hand down and slips his long fingers into my laced panties. I unwrap my legs from his hips and spread them apart to give him easier access.

“You’re already wet, love. And you acted like you didn’t want this.”

He grins and softly kisses my neck as he rubs slow, sensuous circles around my clit. I pull his face up to meet mine and slide my tongue across his bottom lip, biting it and pulling it toward me. His hands move quickly now, roughly pressing against me and I roll my head back in pleasure. His lips return to my neck as he slips two fingers into me, starting to pump them slowly in and out of me. He massages my g-spot, bending his fingers in just the right way, forcing an involuntary moan from deep in my throat.

“I think you’re ready now.”

He hisses into my ear, nibbling it lightly as he pulls his hand away from my sex, leaving me feeling empty. He stands straight and undoes his pants, struggling to remove them from his body along with his boxers, giving up once they are below his knees. I lean my back against the wall behind me and he pulls my hips to the very edge of the table, my bum slightly hanging over the edge. He slips my underwear off and I pull the straps of my bra off of my shoulders, pulling it down to my waist, too impatient to worry about completely removing it. Harry holds my thighs firmly just above my knees and I let the bottom half of my legs fall freely next to his hips. I reach between our bodies and grip his hard member, pulling it to my entrance. He pushes the tip in, going a little deeper each time he bucks his hips. The way that I’m sitting makes him feel even bigger and surely makes me feel tighter. He groans as he fills me completely, closing his eyes at the unbelievable thrill. I rest my hands on top of his, which are still on my hips to steady his movements. He buries into me and holds himself there for a little while before pulling back half-way and sharply thrusting back in. His rhythm becomes quick and rough and the table rocks lightly under me, banging harshly against the wall, making a constant knocking noise. Something about doing this backstage at a concert is incredibly hot and the intensity of it all is overwhelming. Harry’s breath hitches as I tighten around him and I can tell he’s close. He brings one hand to my core, resting it above and rubbing his thumb on my clit. I loudly yell for more and he touch becomes over-stimulating, sending me over the edge. His name booms from my lips over and over as I come around him and he grunts one last time as he releases into me, slowing his thrusts as we both finish together. Once the waves of ecstasy slow and almost stop, he pulls out and brings his boxers and pants back up, leaving the unbuttoned as he leans over the table and kisses me slowly and lovingly. He rests his forehead on mine and we both grin, feeling content. He pulls away and bends down, retrieving my panties and his shirt. I pull my bra back on and hop off of the table, sliding my underwear up and tugging on the skirt of my dress so that it returns to my legs. Harry is buttoning and zipping his pants, about to put his shirt on, as we hear the door knob jiggle. Faint voices follow and I cover my mouth with the palm of my hand.

“Why is it locked? Is someone in there?”

Harry giggles silently and holds his shirt in his hand, pulling me by my wrist to the door. He is shameless as he unlocks the door and opens it, revealing us to two stagehands. Their jaws drop and they immediately start to apologize nervously. Harry laughs as he returns his shirt to his body, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down the hall.

“Don’t worry about it. We were done anyway.”

I would be more embarrassed if I didn’t feel so good.

Notes

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