HARRY'S POV

Her soft lips are crashing into mine and I reach forward to grasp her hair at the base of her neck. She moans softly into my lips when I pull gently and push my tongue into her mouth.

She's feverishly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs along with my underwear as she pushes me to sit on edge of the bed and straddles my hips. 

I can feel her wet centre against my thickening cock and I run my hands up her silky thighs and up her bare back.

All I've wanted since I saw her tonight was to rip my shirt she was wearing off her beautiful body and replace it with my hands and mouth.

With all this build up she's already desperate and panting, whining into the air between us that she can't wait any longer as I rip open a little foil packet and roll a condom onto my now rock hard length.

I pull her panties to the side and groan as she holds on to my shoulders and lowers herself on to me.

Relief washes over me and I feel her core grip me tighter when I tell her how good she feels.

The way she ran into my arms tonight after the show in that barely-there shirt and her pouty lips painted red flashes through my mind and I grab her hips to pull her up and down with increasing pressure and pace.


"Oh my god, yes, harder Harry," She pleas and I thrust up at the same time my hands slam her hips down onto me .

"Fuck, Liv" I groan into her neck.

"What the fuck did you just say?" My eyes snap open at the sound of Kristie's voice.

Shit.

Kristie jumps up immediately and I'm ripping off the condom and pulling my jeans on as I see her grabbing her dress.

"I can't believe you just said that!" She starts to scream, I hold my hands out in a plea for her to be quiet but it only makes her louder.

"I could tell you two were fucking lovesick but LOOK at me!" 

She zips up the strip of leather she calls a dress and pulls on her boots faster than I can defuse the situation.

"Kristie, please, I didn't mean to." I stutter desperately, worried she is going to wake Liv up in the next room more that anything else.

"Go fuck yourself, Harry!" She screams opening the bedroom door and storming down the hallway.

"Shhh! Please." I beg her as I nervously watch Liv's door in front of us for any sign of movement.

"OH we wouldn't want to wake up PRECIOUS OLIVIA WOULD WE." She yells furiously and her mission is accomplished when a sleepy Liv pads softly into the hallway to see what the commotion is about.

Kristie takes one look at her and starts ranting hysterically about being the hottest women I will ever be with, how she is going to tell all her friends how bad I am in bed and how dare I do this to her.


I barely hear a word she's saying as I study Liv's face, watching and waiting for the moment Kristie tells her what I did. Her brows crease trying to piece together what's happening.

She rubs her eyes sleepily with the back of her hand like an adorable god-damn kitten.

"What's up with her?" She whispers softly to me, her voice is thick with sleep and I want to sweep her up and fall asleep with her in my arms.

I laugh quietly at her lack of regard for the woman screeching at the top of her lungs in our home.

"OH, YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY NOW? MAYBE WE SHOULD FIND OUT IF OLIVIA FINDS IT FUNNY?" I hear Kristie's voice jump up another octave.

"No, Kristie, come on, I think you should go." I say walking her to the front door trying to get this woman and situation as far away from Liv as possible.

"Oh trust me, I'm never coming back, baby!" She growls, her voice full of venom as she turns on her heels and storms out the door, slamming it for added effect behind her.

"Are you ok?" I hear Liv ask as I run my hand over my face.

I am so far from being ok I nearly laugh.


It was my management's idea for me to indulge Kristie with this bullshit relationship after it hit the press that we had been on a 'date' or two. They thought it would be in the best interest of my public image to try and get rid of the womaniser reputation they were starting to pin on me by looking like we were in a relationship.

Kristie was more than willing to oblige telling me she needed the publicity and that we had already slept together so why not just keep doing it for a while? I could tell after she just showed up here and practically moved in that she wanted more than sex but I was in too far to get out of it, knowing it would be ending after a week anyway.

Tonight, however, it was all too much. With Kristie all over me and me wanting to be all over Olivia, I had drunk my weight in tequila to dull my senses to the fucked up situation I had gotten myself into.

I had caught Liv's eyes from the other side of the bar just before Kristie had her lips on mine again. I had decided I had had enough.

I got up and stormed into the bathroom locking myself in a stall and coaching myself through telling Kristie to go to her hotel and confessing to Olivia how I felt.

I was too drunk to care anymore about timing or Dan or pushing her away. I needed her to know, now.


I looked around for her as I stumbled out of the bathroom, my plan wasn't a good one but I just needed to find her, to look into her eyes and I knew the right thing to say would come to my mind.

I see Bec and Frankie and my heart sinks when they tell me she had left.

"You're really not doing yourself any favours you know?" Frankie says her voice full of disappointment and pointing to Kristie who is sulking in the chair I left her in.

"She's never going to be with you if you keep parading this shit in her face and I wouldn't blame her! She's been through enough, Harry!" Bec slurs angrily, clearly just as intoxicated as me and becoming fiercely protective of her younger sister.

"You know what!" I scream at my two friends, taking the anger I feel towards myself out on them instead.

"It's never going to happen anyway! I gave her every opportunity to tell me if it bothered her, to tell me if she felt anything for me, to tell me why I shouldn't be with Kristie. She doesn't fucking want me, OK?"

My voice cracks and I storm off, grabbing Kristie by the arm and I almost fuck her in the car before we even get back to the house in a desperate bid to ease the aching in my chest.


"I'm fine." I lie, looking at Liv who looks genuinely concerned about the crazy blonde who just whirled through the hallway like a hurricane.

Looking at her sleepy face, her eyes full of confusion, her hair messed up from her pillow, I debate telling her what I planned to earlier in the night.

I immediately stop myself as I remember just how fucked up it would sound considering I just had my dick in another woman.

"Go back to sleep," I tell her, "I'll see you in the morning."

I quickly close my door behind me before she can ask anymore questions.

—

My head is pounding from my hangover and the extreme high of being back on stage mixed with the regret of what happened last night is making my head throb harder.

I'm cursing myself for not listening to Liv who told me at least five times this week to finish packing as I stand over my bed littered with little piles of clothes, books, toiletries and any other personal items I might need for the first leg of the tour.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door to find Liv standing there looking like heaven in her denim shorts and a loose white t-shirt that is hanging slightly off one of her shoulders.

"Hey, thought you could use this?" She offers me a glass of water and painkillers and I thank her before taking them as quickly as my shaky hands allow me.

"What happ-" She starts before I cut her off.


"Please Liv, I don't want to talk about it." I say rubbing my temples.

"Ok, well I know this isn't a good time for this either, but I just wanted to let you know I saw Frankie this morning and accepted that job. I think I found an apartment too, I'm going to have a look at it on Tuesday."

"What! No!" I almost shriek, running a hand through my hair and I know my voice is full of desperation but I'm too hungover to care.

"Harry, I can still come and check on everything once a week but you know Mrs. Stewart does that anyway." 



Mrs. Stewart is my housekeeper who comes twice a week to clean the house, stock the fridge and do my laundry. She is in her late 50's and has the most adorable grandchildren who come to work with her sometimes when her daughter has to work a double shift at the hospital where she's a nurse.

She has become a mother figure to me as she started occasionally leaving meals for me in the fridge or freezer when she knew I was in the studio and working late and I would leave her notes thanking her or apologising for leaving my dirty clothes on the floor.

I had just agreed to pay more for her to discreetly start leaving meals for Liv while I'm away so I know she is eating something other than cereal for dinner.

I had come home last week after rehearsals, running in quickly to shower and change before I had to meet Kristie at some pretentious bistro she had booked for dinner.

Liv was in the kitchen, the sausages she was planning on eating were sitting on a plate and so burnt they were practically charcoal. She was attempting to mash the potatoes she hadn't boiled for long enough as I stood on the other side of the bench offering to help.

"No. I'm. Fine." She grunted and pushed the masher in too forcefully, knocking the pot out of her hands and gasping as it went crashing to the floor, the potato flinging out of it and splattering beside it.

She stood staring in shock for a couple of seconds as my hand flew over my mouth to stop her from seeing the amusement on my lips.

She threw her arms up in the air and proceeded to sit on the floor with her face buried in her hands, accepting defeat.

"Oh love." I said sympathetically as I walked around the bench and crouched down next to her, pulling her hands away from her face and resisting the urge to kiss her pouted lips.

I smiled to myself as I pulled a bit of mashed potato out of her hair, wondering how it was even possible to achieve that, and helped her to her feet.

I opened up the freezer and pulled out a portion of lasagne Mrs. Stewart had left in there and put it onto a baking tray on the bench.

I pulled Liv to stand in front of me, both of us facing the oven, as I took her hand in mine and wrapped my other arm around her body, pulling her closer to me.

I rested my chin on her shoulder and reached our hands out, twisting the knobs and pressing buttons on the far too complicated oven in my modern kitchen.

"When it beeps," I said, my cheek leaning into hers, "put the tray in and press this timer button" pointing her finger to part of the panel, "take it out when it beeps again and turn it off here" I said moving her finger to another button.

I kissed her gently on her temple as she mumbled an "Ok," laced with self loathing and doubt.

I chuckled out loud at the message Liv sent me as I got to the restaurant.

*I managed to not burn the food or the house down. Thank you, X*


We walked in from dinner well after Liv had gone to sleep and I threw my head back in laughter when I found a potato on my bed and a note from Liv saying, "The ROOT of all evil."

Kristie just rolled her eyes as I tried to explain the story and the pun to her.

"Please stay, I love having you here. Please!" I beg Liv who is now sitting on the bed watching me pack my first suitcase and cringing at me throwing things in with no order or care.

She takes in a deep breath and says, "Fine, but I'm going to pay you the rent I would have paid for the other apartment and if you don't let me then I'm moving out"

I roll my eyes and nod my head, knowing she too stubborn to listen to me argue about not needing her money.

As I'm throwing another pile of t-shirts into a suitcase the door bell rings and I groan.


"That's John," I tell her, rubbing my head, too hungover to deal with my manager right now. "He wants to go over some final details."

"That's ok, you go, I'll pack this for you. Is this everything?" She asks and I nod, swiftly kissing the top of her head and thanking her before running to get the door.