*Norah's POV*

I was passed out on the couch when Harry came back and slid his hands under my shirt, which startled me awake.

"I'm hard as shit, Nor," he murmured, palming my breasts gently and pressing his lips to my neck. "Come on, I have an idea."

I stood up and stretched, then followed him to the kitchen where he was leaned up against the counter.

"We had a bet, you know," I reminded him. "Technically I won."

He kissed me and pressed me to the counter, his hands sneaking back up to rest on my chest. "Bet starts tomorrow, how about that?"

"That defeats the purpose of a bet!"

"Babe, please. I'm so freaking hard I can barely think."

"Tomorrow," I said sternly, tapping his chest with my finger. "And you better make this good, I was asleep."

"Oh sweetheart, isn't it always good?"

I laughed and his lips came down on mine again, his hands gripping my hips and sliding me onto the counter while I clung to his shoulders.

"Did you have fun?" I giggled, pressing my lips to his jaw softly.

"Today's music is absolute shit," he grumbled. "And I almost got into a fight."

That stopped me in my tracks. "What?"

"It was nothing baby but keep kissing me, I love it when you kiss me like that."

"Wait, wait," I huffed, pushing him back slightly. "Keep your pants on for two seconds and tell me what happened."

"Nothing!" His eyes went wide and he planted his hands on either side of me, his curls falling into his face so he just looked hilarious. "Sweetheart, I'm about to tear these fucking pants in half."

"Tell me or I swear to god, my legs will close and you won't get so much as a peek for as long as I say."

He groaned and yanked his hand through his hair, his dark eyes rolling. "Fine, fine. But you better suck me off or something."

"Stop being a child."

"Some assholes were shouting nasty things at Gretchen and she wasn't angry so I let it go. Then they moved on to some other obviously intoxicated girl and I got pissed."

"Aw, my little hero."

"Careful, darling," he hummed, his hands quickly getting rid of my shirt and tossing it aside. I moaned quietly as his rough hands settled on my chest, his fingers pinching my hardened nįpple and making me squirm.

"Alright, lay back, sweetheart," he chuckled. He kicked his pants aside and pulled his shirt over his head, my marks from earlier now beginning to show on his chiseled chest.

"Oops," I giggled, tracing them as he hovered over me on the cool marble surface. "Sorry."

"Wanna give me some more?"

"Always."

I moaned loudly into his mouth as he slid into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly so I wouldn't slide around.

"Christ," he groaned as I lifted my hips to meet his. I could feel him everywhere, pressing against my chest, his heavy body nearly crushing me. But I didn't mind. "Nor, I have to tell you something."

"Can't it wait?" I gasped, my lips making their way up and down his jaw. "Shit, Har. I-I can't feel my legs."

He pushed deeper and I let out a small scream as he bit my collarbone, running his tongue over it afterwards like he was apologizing. It still stung a little but he must have known because his hand was on my clįt in a second, making my legs shake and my head get foggier and foggier with each deep thrust. He knew exactly how to work me.

"It's...important," he pushed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, I can't last much longer, baby girl."

"Me neither," I whined. He chuckled softly and his lips captured mine, his tongue easily slipping past my lips as I wrapped my legs around his torso.

"Do you want me to come inside you, princess?"

"God yes, please."

He groaned loudly and I felt him shoot inside me as he shouted my name, his head falling into the crook of my neck as his breathing slowed.

"You didn't come," he mumbled into my skin. "What's wrong, baby?"

"You told me you had something to tell me in the middle of sex!" I laughed, skimming his hard back muscles with my nails. He groaned in response. "I couldn't think about anything else."

"Let me help you then," he grinned. He slid down my body and left a trail of kisses, right down to where he planted a giant wet kiss on the inside of my thigh. "Do you want my tongue, baby?"

"Yes," I huffed, my arms going above my head and gripping the edge of the counter in anticipation. Finally his tongue flattened against my soaking wet core and I nearly screamed, but bit my lip instead.

"Don't bite those pretty little lips, sunshine," he purred as his lips began sucking on my clįt harshly. "Let me hear you say my name."

"Harry," I breathed out, a huge smile forming on my lips as my nails scratched at the cold marble. "Oh, I think I'm going to come, Har."

"That's my good girl," he grinned as he stood up and helped me into a sitting position. I felt his swollen tip at my entrance and I yelped when he pushed inside me, his length growing harder by the second as he cursed.

On his first thrust I came violently, my nails digging into his bare back and making him hiss while I heard a dripping sound, like water hitting the tile floor near Harry's feet.

"Darling, you just squirted again," he laughed lightly. He pulled out of me and kissed me, his hands cupping my face gently as I tasted my own arousal on his lips.

"How did you get hard again so fast?" I murmured into his sweaty neck. I pressed my lips just under his ear and tasted the saltiness, which made me smile, oddly enough.

"Looking at you naked in front of me, I could get hard in a millisecond," he smirked. "Come on angel, it's late. Let's get you in bed, yeah?"

"Yes, please."

He tapped my legs and I wrapped them around his waist, my arms holding him tightly around the neck as he lifted me up. "Jesus, Nor. You feel too skinny."

"Too skinny?" I mumbled into his shoulder. "Whatever."

"Well you need some meat on your bones if you're going to be carrying my baby, angel face."

"Hm, I don't know about that."

"Oh, I do. I predict you'll be pregnant with our tenth child by the time we get married."

"Really?"

"Yep. You just can't keep your hands off me, baby."

I smiled. "Shut up."

He helped me wash my sore body in the shower then laid me on my bed, still naked and my hair still wet.

"Harry," I sighed as he put on some boxers. "Darling, you can't put someone in bed naked and wet."

"Naked and wet, that's how I like you babe."

"I'm serious, Har. When we have kids, you'll have to learn these things."

His face fell. "Wha-What should I have done?"

"Bring me some pajamas."

"What kind? These lacy ones?"

I rolled my eyes. "Pajamas, Harry. Not lingerie."

"Oh, yeah. Is my shirt alright?"

"Yes."

He held out an old shirt of his and I crossed my arms, shaking my head as his face fell. "What?"

"Dress me."

"Baby, I'm tired. Can't we deal with this-"

"After the baby comes? No."

He pouted. "Fine. Lift your arms."

"No."

"But you just said-"

"Kids don't always agree," I smiled sweetly. "You have to make me lift my arms."

"How about I bend you over my knee and-"

"Harold!"

"Fine! Please lift your arms, beautiful girl. I will love you forever and ever and I'll buy you anything you want and I'll kiss the ground you freaking walk on."

"Better." I lifted my arms and he slid the shirt down my torso, making sure to grab my boob before I swatted him away. "Now get me some underwear."

At this point he didn't even argue anymore, just got some panties and slid them up my legs. But when he was finished, he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off them.

"Harry, eyes up here," I scolded. "Now get me a towel."

He huffed and rolled his eyes but picked it up anyway, his strong hands roughly toweling my head as I giggled.

"Careful, Har," I said softly. "I need my hair."

"Does that hurt?" He frowned hurriedly. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm not used to...this."

"You used to brush my hair all the time," I reminded him, my hands settling in my lap as I happily smiled. "When we were kids, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Is it kind of dry now?"

"I guess."

"Grab the comb for me, babe."

He came back and I felt him carefully lift the ends of my hair and begin there, a comfortable silence settling over us as he set the freshly combed pieces aside. "Is that alright?"

"Perfect."

"Nor, we need to talk about something."

"I'm all ears."

"I have to go back to Boston."

I looked down at my hands. "Yeah, I figured. You need to move and everything."

"Baby, it's more complicated than that."

I didn't say anything and he sighed, setting the comb on the nightstand. "The president isn't happy about me leaving America."

"He told you that?"

"Personally."

"Oh."

"Sweetheart," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault."

"Norah, I can't leave my home. The president of the United States called me and told me that he didn't like the thought of me being so far away. What am I supposed to say?"

"I get it," I mumbled. I felt my eyes fill with tears but thankfully I was facing away from him so he didn't see. "It's out of your control."

"Babe-"

"Don't," I stopped him in a whisper. "I'll sleep on the couch, I'm exhausted."

"No, just-"

"Do whatever you want, Harry," I nearly shouted as I stood up and glared at him. "It's your life, right? Do whatever the fuck you want!"

"It's our life," he corrected me, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Baby, my life is your life now. I want you to understand that I'm fighting this with everything I have."

"I'm tired," I mumbled as he tried to kiss me. "Har, I'm tired and upset. I don't want to say anything I'll regret tomorrow, okay? Just leave me alone."

"Hear me out before you go to sleep, please."

"Okay, fine."

He let out a deep breath and I gathered up some pillows while he followed closely behind. "Today I got calls from three different cabinet members, three, Nor. I got yelled at, threatened, almost arrested, but I said no, I said that I wanted to be here with you. And then around two, I got a call from the president. He was nice enough, I guess, but firm. He wants me to move into this house that's like a mile away from the White House."

"And you said?"

"I told him to go fuck himself."

I spun around. "Harry!"

"Kidding, darling. I told him that we would talk later."

"Nice delay tactic," I scoffed.

"Princess," he let out, a deep sigh following. He knew the effect that name had on me. I could never resist that name.

I smiled. "You know how that name makes me feel."

"Look at me, princess."

I turned slowly and there he was, looking as adorable and innocent as ever. "Give me a kiss goodnight and I'll let you think it over."

I crossed the room to him and kissed him lightly, his eyes still closed as I giggled.

"Go to bed, silly boy."

"Sleep tight, angel. If you change your mind, just come upstairs okay? I'll miss you."

"Whatever."

He gave me a small kiss on my forehead and left, still looking over his shoulder as he got into my loft.

I spread out some blankets and laid my head down, trying to close my eyes as the heat kicked on. Even so, it was still freezing.

After about fifteen minutes, I had just gotten to the place between sleep and awake when I felt two strong arms slide under me and lift me up, the familiar musky scent filling my nose as my head hit my pillow.

"Your feet are freezing, baby," he muttered, sounding somewhat frustrated.

"Well what do you propose?" I smiled sleepily.

"I'll just have to stay in bed with you, possibly forever."

so if you guys could date any harry, what would you choose? (punk, sweet, nerdy, daddy, dangerous, troubled, etc)

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