When we were finally done, we got home at around eleven. “Ugh!” I collapsed onto the couch, throwing my head back onto the arm rest. “I ate way too much,” I drew out ‘way’ as Harry just laughed at me, sitting down on the coffee table in front of me. “What did the bill end up being?” I picked my head up to look at him, “I get paid in a few days.”

“Since when do you have a job?” he said skeptically.

“Job… Allowance… Big difference.” I playfully rolled my eyes as he laughed some more. I didn’t exactly work… My money came from my parents, which was totally okay with me. It was giving me a chance to get a head start in school and allowed me to be a full time student, even though we were on break for the holidays right now. I didn’t normally like to spend my mum’s money, because if I did then I wouldn’t be living in an apartment barely big enough for survival. I was only into spending her money if it was necessary or if I was paying someone back.

“You know that I could pay for all of your meals daily and still have money to burn.”

“Way to brag Harry,” I said, looking around my pitiful living environment.

“That’s not what I meant. I like your apartment; it’s lived in.”

“Yeah, obviously.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

“No. Stop pouting. You don’t know what it’s like.” I looked at him skeptically. “When all that you do is live in hotels and apartments occasionally, you never get that lived in feel. Hotel rooms smell like disinfectant and cheap air freshener. If you stay in the same place twice, you come home and everything is reset; like you’re starting over again, and the room has the same smell in bed as it does in the bathroom as it does when something’s in the microwave as it is when someone’s in the shower.

“When I walk in here,” he gestured around, “I walk in to the sent of warm vanilla sugar,” he looked at me sweetly, “because that’s your favorite Bath and Body candle. Your kitchen smells like whatever you’re cooking and your couch smells like popcorn that’s probably stale and still stuck down in the cushions from our movie nights. You’re bedroom smells like laundry detergent and whatever perfume you’re wearing, I don’t get that leisure.” His face kind of fell and he looked towards the floor.

“What’s wrong?” I used my finger tips to lift up his chin for him to look into my eyes. He just looked away again.

“I just remember when I had that and now I don’t anymore. I miss it, honestly. Coming home to warm meals and a messy bed, and being able to lay on the couch and smell my mom’s perfume, or taking a shower so that my hair can get used to the water.” His eyes almost started to tear up and I reached over to rub his back soothingly.

“I thought that Zayn would be more worried about his hair than you,” I chuckled lightly. Harry looked up into my eyes and interrupted me with the sweetest kiss. It wasn’t forceful and it wasn’t urgent. It was more leisurely and light on my lips. It was tasteful and romantic.

When we pulled away he kept his eyes closed. “You don’t have to pay me back.” Harry’s face looked completely content. He kept his eyes closed for quite some time.

“What are you doing?” My hand lifted up to graze his jaw line gently.

“I’m making a note of this moment.”

“What do you mean?” My eyebrows furrowed together as I sat up from my lying position.

“I’m taking in every detail about this moment. You have to hold on to the perfect ones while they’re around, because in moments they could be gone.” I smiled at Harry’s wise words as he opened his eyes and softly pecked my lips once more. After that, he stood and began walking around the side of the coffee table. I watched him as he went over and began sifting through a cabinet and I knew what he was looking for. I sat there happily as Harry brought back a large shoe box and carried it over to the couch. I opened it and began shuffling through the card decks to find Harry’s and my special cards. I pulled out the deck that had the Tarzan characters that my dad had bought me while he was in America. He always used to give me small gifts like that.

Harry grinned at me childishly and pulled the cards out of the box and began shuffling them. I sat there, watching him lazily. “You should look a lot more excited about this game,” he smirked.

“How come? I always win anyways,” I said smugly.

“Well then,” he paused, planning his thoughts carefully, “let’s make this game a little more interesting.” He raised one eye brow.

“What kind of interesting?”

“Well, I’ll be the house, and you be the gambler, and we’ll play strip poker.” He winked at me.

“But the house always wins!” Harry smiled at my realization as I playfully smacked his arm. “No!”

“Fine,” he pouted, “no one’s the house. We both have the fair chance.” He finished dealing and leaned back into the couch as I cut the deck.

“Down to what?”

“Our underwear; the first person to their underwear loses.”

“Fine.” He picked up the cards and began to deal.

~

I got up and began walking away. “You can’t quit now!”

“Oh yes I can!” I squealed. It was more than obvious that I had lost. Harry was sitting there in his sweats and boxers and I was down to my bra and panties. We’d been playing for hours though, so I was doing better than what I normally did. “You win!”

“Now where’s the satisfactory in that,” he said slyly.

“Do you hear me? I’m telling you that you won. There’s your satisfactory.” I began pulling my jumper back over my head. Once it was there, Harry was instantly in front of me. “You know, you really shouldn’t stare s…”

“Shut up.” His words were demanding but his voice was irresistible. There was no way that I had the power to not listen to him.

His lips pressed to mine and my hands instantly found his chest. He surprised me and I was in love with every second of it. My hands ran up through his curls as we intensified the kiss. Harry’s hands found my waist grabbed a hold of my hips, letting his pinkies fall just below where my panties stopped. His hands were long and his fingertips were soft as they traced patterns on my skin. They became slightly lower as his tongue was already exploring my mouth. My hand traced his jaw line, holding it in place to tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

His hands grabbed my bum, partially on fabric, but mostly on bare skin, and I was lifted onto the front of him, running my hands up and down his bare chest and stomach. Even though I was fairly preserved most of the time, I totally trusted Harry to handle me this way. I liked it when he handled me; I felt sparks, and it felt right. He began to walk and I felt him stumble slightly as my back hit my bedroom door. He buried his face in my neck and hit the spot just where my jaw line met my neck; every girl’s weakness. A moan escaped my mouth and I could feel Harry smile into my neck. When he had found the door knob, he returned to my lips and they didn’t lose contact again.

He put me down, but still walked me backwards, his hands on my waist. I felt my legs hit the edge of my bed and I stumbled backwards. Harry fell right along with me, but stopped himself before our bodies met. I loved being so close. We kept going like this for quite a while. Harry hovered over me, hands half way up my jumper; they framed my rib cage perfectly. They moved up slightly and his thumbs grazed gently across the bottom of my breasts; it suddenly became harder to breath. My hands instinctively came down to push against his chest. Harry moaned against my lips in frustration. He pulled away and I opened my eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and I wished that I could give him more, but I just couldn’t. I loved Harry and I loved the way he made me feel, but I wasn’t ready for this; not right now.

“I’m sorry,” I said, disappointment spreading across my face.

“Don’t be,” he was propped on an elbow and laid with his chest to my side. Heat radiated off of him as I continued with trying to catch my breath. I could tell that he was still breathing roughly also. “I’m the one that pushed too far; I should be apologizing.” I glanced up at his face and the circles under his eyes seemed darker than ever. His face held a guilty complexion. “Oh shit!” he said, looking somewhere past me.

“What?” I turned around and the only interesting thing behind me was the clock that read ‘4:30’.

“I forgot that our day isn’t over yet and we’ve got somewhere to be.” He smiled, all pain going out of his face, and kissed my forehead before jumping out of bed and heading for a shower.

Notes

Two chapters in like two days! Awesome, right? Well I hope you're enjoying it, but shit's about to hit the fan in a couple of chapters. Tell your directioners to pick up this story :) if I have enough views and subscribers then I'll make a sequel, but this one is no where NEAR over! Thank you all so much for your support, and I'm getting to a point where I can write more faster.
xoxo Hannah <3