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~Wednesday morning, at the Boston airport~

*Norah's POV*

"I still don't like the thought of being away from you," Harry scowled as I stayed wrapped tightly in his arms. "What if something happens? What if that son of a bitch follows you?"

"Keep your voice down," I mumbled, my voice muffled by his suit jacket. "And nothing will happen."

"Baby-"

"Stop 'baby-ing' me," I laughed. He huffed and I smiled as I felt his lips press softly to my scalp. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you so much more," he sighed as I kissed his jaw. He looked down at me and groaned, his hips pressing into mine and making me shudder. "Shit, I want you so badly right now."

"No, no, no," I shook my head with a small giggle. "I have a plane to catch, remember?"

"Just take my jet, stay a few more hours and you can leave whenever you want."

"Then I would never leave," I smiled, nuzzling my nose against his cheek. "But thank you, these past few days have been wonderful. And I'll see you soon."

"I don't want you to go," he pouted. His dark eyes were wide and his lips pulled into a frown, his hands slipping down the soft material of my dress until they reached dangerous territory.

"I really have to go," I repeated more forcefully. "Harry, stop it. I'm sure you'll be fine without me for a couple of weeks."

His face brightened. "You're coming back?"

"No, but I'm betting you'll be in England within a month."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"Interesting."

He kissed my head a few more times and made me promise to text him whenever I had the chance, then left me at security.

~three weeks later~

I heard my phone ring loudly and I startled awake, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim lighting of my living room. I must have fallen asleep on the couch...again.

"Hello?" I answered groggily. "H-Hello?"

"You sound like shit, baby," Harry chuckled into the receiver. "Have you been taking your medication?"

"Yes, and it's not working," I pouted as I flopped down on the couch. "And I miss you."

"Don't miss me too much, sweetheart."

"What?"

He didn't reply but my front door swung open at that second, my nose immediately hit with the smell of coffee and cologne as two arms wrapped around my naked waist.

"Hello, princess."

"Where did you come from?" I laughed, setting my phone aside.

"Perks of having a private jet."

"I wouldn't know."

He kissed my neck softly. "You will soon."

"Are you spoiling my birthday present?"

"Nope. But once we get married, what's mine is yours."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

He pulled away and I turned to face him. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"Nothing."

"Come on baby, humor me. If you could have anything, even like a plane, what would it be?"

"I don't want anything!"

"Darling, I'm one second away from bending you over and spanking that cute little behind."

I wiggled my butt pointedly and he groaned, his large hands gripping my (very unattractive) lilac undies.

"A car," I smiled with a small yawn.

"A car?"

"It's my wildest dream!" I defended, kissing his collarbone through his thin T-shirt. "You asked anyway."

"Darling, it's just the opposite. That's all you want?"

"God, you are so ridiculous with your money," I chided teasingly. "But yes, a car would be perfect."

"Then consider it done."

I leaned against his chest and he laughed, his hands sneaking in between my legs as my lips found his. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth and immediately took control, not even waiting for my okay before he unclipped my bra.

"Baby," he moaned throatily. His lips came down on my neck and worked down my stomach until he was on his knees, leaving his marks all over my hips and stomach as he slid my undies down my legs.

"You're so smooth, princess," he grinned into my thigh. "Did you know I was coming?"

By now I pushed onto the edge of the counter, my bare bum flush against the marble while he kissed up my calves.

"N-No."

"Really?" He chuckled, his eyes flickering from my lower region up to my face. "Were you shaving for someone else then?"

I quickly shut my legs but he pried them open, his lips pressing in a straight line up my thigh then back down again.

"No need to be ashamed, princess," he replied throatily. "I love every part of you, every goddamn part."

He leaned forward and licked a long stripe up my folds, his teeth just barely grazing my most sensitive nerves and making me shudder violently.

"Oh-Oh," I moaned softly, my toes tingling with pleasure. "Harry, shit."

I felt two long fingers push inside me then curl, my back arching as his lips wrapped around my clit and tugged lightly. His tongue dipped inside me once and that was it, more than enough to send me into a fit of spasms and cursing, still pushing my hips into his mouth as he licked me clean.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he grinned, hovering over me so my back was pressed to the counter. "Did I ever tell you that?"

I pretended to think about it. "A couple times."

His huge hands laced with mine and he smiled, his head falling into the crook of my neck as I let out a deep breath.

"I'm really feeling that jet lag," he yawned. "Let's go to bed and never get up."

I laughed. "I agree."

He helped me up and found me some pajamas, then tried to persuade me to take my medication again.

"What did the doctor say?" He sighed as he tried (and failed) to force the spoon of nasty liquid past my lips.

"Bronchitis," I muttered, keeping my lips shut tightly. His eyes closed in frustration but he was smiling, his perfectly styled curls now falling a bit. He looked adorable.

"We need to have a serious conversation, Nor," he said quietly. I frowned.

"About what?"

He paused for a second and kissed my lips, then shook his head. "Never mind, it can wait until morning."

"Just tell me," I pressed, wrapping my legs around his toned hips. "Please?"

"Your little sex tease is not working this time," he laughed. "Come on, let's go to bed."

"No, tell me."

"Sweetheart, I said it can wait. Now go get in bed, I have to bring my bags in."

"I want to know," I whined. I laid my head against his warm chest and wrapped my arms around him, not letting him budge as he huffed.

"I'm serious Nor, you need rest. You'll only get worse if you don't get enough sleep."

I begrudgingly let go of him and crossed my arms, still pouting as I stalked off to my room and slid under the warm covers.

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