*Norah's POV*

"Baby," a deep voice cooed in my ear, making me stir in my very deep sleep. "I'm gonna put my dick in you, alright? I'm hard as fuck."

I smashed my face into the pillow and moaned as his tip brushed my entrance, my hips bucking a second later when he slid easily into my warm body.

"Oh baby," he groaned lowly, his teeth sinking into my shoulder slightly as his hips began moving against mine. "Shit, you feel so good wrapped around me, Nor."

"Harder," I begged, my voice thick with sleep and need. "Harry, please."

He quickly obliged and pushed deeper into me, forcing a small scream from my dry lips and causing my nails to dig into the sheets around me.

"Say my name, baby," he pleaded weakly as my legs began to shake. "I wanna hear you scream it, angel."

"Oh my god, Harry," I whimpered, my back arching into his hard chest as his arms held my quivering body to his warm one. "Harry, shit!"

He groaned near my ear and gave one last hard thrust before spilling into me. His deep moans of pleasure soon turned to chuckling as he held me while I finished coming, my legs shaking and my eyes watering until I could finally catch my breath.

"Good morning, princess," he grinned when our breathing returned to normal. His voice was so deep and husky with sleep it made me want to just crawl right back on him and go at it all day long. Unfortunately, the president was expecting us for brunch.

"I'm so sleepy," I whined when Harry sat up at the edge of the bed like he was about to get up. "I don't want to get up yet."

"You don't have to go, angel face," he laughed lightly as he dragged some boxers up his long legs. "I'll go to brunch and you stay here and sleep, okay? I'll bring you back something."

"Thank you," I smiled sweetly, my cheeks growing pink as he leaned down and pecked my cheek.

"I'm getting in the shower," he announced, stretching his ample arms above his head. "Care to join?"

"Nope."

"Aw come on, baby," he pleaded playfully. "I'll wash your belly for you."

"You just want me to get in because we always make out when we showed together," I squinted up at him, my hand holding the sheet over my naked body as he tried to cop a feel and I slapped him away. "Hey! Watch it, Styles."

"You're a Styles now too, baby," he reminded me with a smirk. "And don't you forget it."

I let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back onto the plushy mattress. "I'm going back to sleep."

"I love you, baby!" He called with a laugh as I heard the shower door slide open.

I grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, then fell asleep to the sound of his very off-key singing.

*

When Harry got back I was already awake so after a huge lunch and solid hour of making out, we changed into our bathing suits and jumped right off our back porch into the warm, clear water.

"Shit! I think a fish just bit my ass," Harry exclaimed with wide eyes, his hands reaching around to feel his butt.

I snorted at him and he flicked water at me, his brow set in anger.

"Aw baby," I giggled as I stood in front of him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, I'll kiss it and make it better."

"My ass is a work of art," he rolled his eyes. "Only very exclusive persons get to touch this masterpiece, alright?"

"And I'm not one of those people?"

He leaned down and kissed my neck sweetly. "Of course you are, darling. Touch it as much as you want."

"Good, thank you."

Suddenly I felt a small pinch on the underside of my butt and since I only packed my skimpiest bikinis, I felt the entire pain of it.

"Ouch!" I squealed, my chest bumping into Harry's as he started to turn away. "Har, something just bit me!"

"Hey, come here," he frowned slightly. I obeyed and jumped a little so he was holding me, which put my butt just at the top of the water.

"That hurt," I half-laughed as his hand rubbed over the sore spot gently. "What was that?"

"Probably a damn piranha," he muttered under his breath. "Who knows what's lurking under this damn-"

"Hello!" A faint voice called, startling us out of our little world. "Would you like some snorkels? A guest spotted some sea turtles earlier this morning!"

"Oh, er, sure," Harry answered with a laugh. "Two, please."

The short man waded over to us and handed us the snorkels, then told us about the reefs nearby and instructions on swimming away from sharks. Fantastic.

Once he left Harry and I easily figured out the things and we were seeing fish of all kinds, including one that kept swimming near my butt. Every time I turned around, the little guy was right there, always mere inches from my bikini bottoms.

"What a little perv," Harry snorted when we came up to discuss what we had seen. "He's trying to touch the butt."

"Harold!" I scowled at him, my hands waving around like a lunatic in attempt to get rid of the fish. "Help me!"

"Oh baby, just move away from him," he instructed with a lopsided grin. "Come on, don't make that pouty face at me."

"I'm going to snorkel with them," I hissed dramatically, referring to a group of very overweight tourists. "Maybe they don't have this problem."

"Princess," he called after me, his voice not sounding entirely sincere. "Wait, baby don't-"

I held up my middle finger at him and I could hear his loud laughter skipping over the water as I neared the other group, then put my snorkel back on.

Actually, there were a lot more fish here and I even caught a glimpse of a huge stingray. How exotic.

But after awhile I got tired of swimming around alone so I paddled morosely back to Harry, who was now just standing in the water looking like a perfectly tanned god.

"You're already getting burnt, baby," he pursed his lips as his arms enveloped me. "Come on, we need to reapply sunscreen on your face."

"I'm exhausted," I groaned, flopping against him so he was forced to hold me up. "My feet are killing me."

"I think the baby is trying to tell you to stop, dear."

"Ew, don't call me that," I scrunched up my nose. "It makes me sound old."

"Whatever you say, Norah."

I pinched his side and he chuckled as we waded through the water towards the stairs that led back up to our room. By this time I was starving again and there was a slight sunburn on my shoulders, which of course didn't happen to Harry. He was perfectly tan and even his hair had gotten some natural highlights from the sun. Somehow he looked even more handsome than usual.

"I need a shower," I groaned as I gingerly peeled off my swimsuit. "Shit, that hurts."

"I'll help you," Harry volunteered eagerly.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you will."

I felt his warm arms wrap around my middle and I smiled in spite of myself.

"I love you, princess," he murmured, pushing my wet hair aside so he could kiss my neck. "I love you so much."

Suddenly I felt a tiny little movement in my tummy and I gasped, my eyes nearly popping out of my head as Harry remained oblivious.

"Harry!"

"What?" He asked in a startled tone. "What happened?"

"The baby-"

"What about him?"

"It moved!"

His face broke into a grin and he kneeled down in front of me, his lips pressing softly to my tummy over and over again until the little guy moved again.

"Holy shit," he said in disbelief. "That's so..."

"It likes your voice," I realized, running my hands through his hair as he stared up at me. "He knows it already."

"Wow," was Harry's only soft response. "Well in that case, I'll have to start talking a lot more."

I rolled my eyes again. "Great."

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