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*Norah's POV*

I watched TV for awhile but eventually got bored and fell asleep, my mind still racing with the images of me naked. I had no idea there were even cameras in the bedroom, let alone that they were filming us have sex. I felt violated and just...icky.

"Norah," Harry's voice called tiredly. "I got you some food, baby."

He walked in with a bag of Chinese food and a giant teddy bear, his eyes looking sad and sullen but his face saying differently. He was smiling, like always.

"You're upset," I observed, hugging the soft bear in my arms. It was only a few inches shorter than me so we were basically cuddling as it sat behind me. "Why are you upset?"

"We have a small list of people that we're looking into," he sighed deeply. "Damn, this whole thing is just a mess."

"It's not your fault," I reminded him, shoving Chinese food into my mouth.

He laid back and let out another huge breath, his hands covering his face as he groaned.

"Shit."

"Harry," I said softly as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Relax."

"I can't, I can't f.ucking relax."

"Come here," I smiled, patting my leg. He scooted up the bed and put his head in my lap, a grin lingering on his lips as I began mindlessly braiding his hair.

"You make me really happy, you know," he muttered into my thigh. "I'm sorry our day turned out so shitty."

"Our day was perfect," I shook my head, placing a small kiss to his forehead. "I should be thanking you for such a perfect day."

He scoffed. "Thanking me. I'm the dumbass who had cameras installed in his bedroom so some creep could see you naked. The last thing you should be doing is thanking me."

"You're not dumb."

"Well then I'm an ass."

I kissed his soft curls and he grinned. "You're not an ass, either. It's not your fault."

"Are you done with your food?" He changed the subject. I nodded and he sat up, his eyes traveling up and down my body as he took my food and threw it in the trashcan.

I was kneeling on the bed and he was standing at the end, his arms hanging at his sides like he was surrendering. He just looked so tired, I wanted to make him feel better.

His lips were on mine in a second, his hands running up and down my body as I leaned into him. I wanted him, I needed him, and I just knew that he felt the same way.

"You kept your clothes on," he chuckled, his lips working down my neck to my collarbone. "I'm a little surprised."

I giggled and he laughed again into my chest as his hands unclipped my bra in one swift motion.

"Baby," he groaned, his hands pinning me to the mattress. "Oh, I meant everything I said earlier."

"I was so bored," I gasped as he sucked and nipped at my neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you so much more," he grinned, his lips finding mine again. "I was imagining fúcking you every second I was away."

"Tell me," I bit my lip. He furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his body to mine, my skin igniting wherever he touched me.

"You want to hear what I was thinking about, princess?"

"Please."

"Well, first I imagined kissing you everywhere," he chuckled. My cheeks and chest were peppered with kisses and I couldn't help the moans that slipped out as his lips dragged down my stomach, his hands holding my hips in place while his tongue worked over my underwear.

"Then I imagined your little moans, and those noises you make when I take your underwear off."

He did just that, and his tongue was on me in seconds.

"Tell me how it feels baby," he mumbled into the inside of my thigh. "Make those little noises for me."

I whined as his tongue flicked over my clīt, his fingers slipping easily inside me and curling at just the right angle.

"Harry!" I cried, digging my hands into his curls. "Shit, that feels so good."

He sucked harshly on my clīt and I felt that familiar feeling, the feeling that built in the pit of my stomach until I clamped my legs together and screamed his name.

"Princess," he laughed, crawling back up to hover over me. "You just squirted again."

"God, it's so embarrassing," I groaned, covering face with my hands.

"It's an ego boost for me," he shrugged as I wrapped my legs around him. "A big boost."

"Just get inside me," I breathed, nipping at his ear to make my point. His hands groped my ass and his boxers were tossed aside as soon as the words left my mouth, his lips swiping across mine as he grinned.

"How do you want it, princess?"

"Shaken, not stirred," I said seriously. He gave my ass a small slap but that only made me laugh harder, my hands cupping his face as I kissed him through my giggles.

"Rough it is, then," he smirked.

He held my wrists to the mattress and slid into me, my mouth opening slightly as he started going as deep as he could. It hurt a little but the pain soon gave way to pleasure. Pure, amazing, perfect pleasure.

"Fùck," he swore, one of his large hands holding my hips in place. "Who do you belong to, baby?"

"You," I answered breathlessly as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Only you, Harry."

"That's my girl."

He whispered dirty things in my ear while pounding into me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body as the headboard smacked the wall and echoed around the room.

"Come on my dīck baby," he murmured, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "I want to feel you come on me."

I gasped as his mouth closed around my neck and left a hickey, I could already feel the blood rising to the surface as he thrusted harder and moved his hands up to grope my breasts.

I screamed as my ōrgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't even breathe when it finally ended. Spots danced in my vision, my body feeling like jello as Harry stopped thrusting and pulled out of me.

"Did you come, Harry?" I frowned, nuzzling my head into his warm chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm too stressed baby," he sighed tiredly. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop thinking about that stupid picture."

"That's it," I snapped, sitting up suddenly. "Get up, quit moping, and get in the shower."

"What?"

"Get in the shower," I repeated slowly. "Now."

There was a smirk on his lips and I could tell he was enjoying this. "Or what?"

"I'll- I'll..."

"Spank me?"

"Yes!"

"No need," he shook his head. "I'm going, princess."

I waited until I heard the shower door close, then I got completely naked and walked into the bathroom.

"You're too stressed," I mumbled, cupping his face in my hands. There was such depth in his dark eyes, there was something that was just begging for someone to tell him that it would be alright. "Take a deep breath,"

He obeyed.

"And hold me."

His arms wrapped so tightly around me that I could barely breathe, but there was no way I would say anything right now.

"I want you to be my girlfriend, Norah," he sighed into the crook of my neck. "Princess, I want to be able to tell everyone that you're mine. I want you. Every day, all the time, until you get sick of me and run me over with my own car."

"Really?"

"Yes," he chuckled, pulling back to look in my eyes. "Please."

"Yeah," I laughed as he stroked my cheek. "But not now. I just want us to get all this stuff sorted out and I want to be done with my meetings before I agree completely."

"Seriously?" He asked incredulously. "Shit, I was expecting you to say no altogether."

"Why would I say no?"

"You said no five years ago."

I massaged shampoo onto his scalp and he leaned towards me, a low hum escaping his lips as I smiled. "That was different. You stumbled to my house, we had sloppy drunk sex, and the next morning you asked me to be your girlfriend. That's hardly fair."

He laughed and rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, then came to stand in front of me. "Touché."

"You're still too stressed," I sighed, running my hands over his tense shoulders. "Just breathe, Harry."

He took another deep breath and slouched a little, his hands running through his hair as he nodded.

"Maybe there's something you could do for me," he grinned, lacing his fingers with mine. "Something to relax me."

"You're ridiculous," I rolled my eyes. But I dropped to my knees anyway and wrapped my lips around him, my back pressing to the glass wall as he moaned.

"Oh shit, almost there baby," he muttered, pushing my head down further. "Yes, just like that, sweetheart."

He came down my throat a second later, his hot liquid dripping down my chin and chest as he stood back and looked at me.

"You look beautiful," he smiled crookedly. "Now let's get you cleaned up."

tbh my mom is getting remarried in like two months and the guy is coming to live w us in like 3 ish weeks and he's like soo annoying and omg my dad is so much cooler and funnier ha

but life goes on!!!! positivity!!!