HARRY'S POV

1 Month Later.

September

"LIV!" I scream the second I walk through the door, unable to hold in the excitement that's rushing through my veins.

I'm eight hours early, which is a lifetime when I'd only had 48 hours at home to begin with.

Even though I am exhausted from flying out from Copenhagen right after the show tonight, I couldn't spend another night in a hotel room knowing I could be here instead.

I have been dreaming about this moment for the past seven weeks on tour, imagining coming home and seeing her smiling face running towards me, crashing her body into mine, feeling her legs wrap around me, burying my face in her neck and smelling the hint of coconut from her shampoo.

"Liv?" I try again, resisting the urge to pout over my fantasy not coming to fruition.

I know she's home and awake by the 90's R&B music that is blaring through the surround sound system.

I drop my bags and start my search, walking towards the kitchen where I can hear cabinet doors opening and closing over the thumping base that is getting louder the closer I get.

I stop the second I see her, she has her back to me, her long hair falls messily over her petite frame. She's in her underwear and a tight white t-shirt that clings to her body, sitting just above the band of her black briefs and showing off a strip of skin on her lower back that makes my knees weak.

She's standing by the kettle, dunking a teabag into her cup as she seductively swings her hips back and forth to the music, boldly and confidently, clearly unaware anyone else is in the room with her.



I know when I see her dancing by herself that I shouldn't be watching but I can't move, I'm hypnotised by her hips, her bare legs, her arse. I feel my dick start to thicken as I imagine lifting her onto the bench and pulling her panties to the side. 

I snap out of it quickly, knowing that if she turns around to find a man standing in her presumably empty house at midnight she is going to lose it.

I step towards her with every intention of saying her name as she turns around at the same time.

The ear piercing scream that cuts through the air makes me jump back and she is so startled she throws her arms in the air.  Before I know it, it's raining peppermint tea from every surface of the kitchen.

She puts her hands on her knees to steady herself and catch her breath when she realises she's not in any real danger and I take a deep breath before my whole body erupts with uncontrollable, roaring laughter.

I see her crouch down on the floor, throwing her free hand over her eyes and laughing just as hard as I am, part sheer relief and part utter humiliation.

"Oh. My. God." I gasp for air, trying to control the cackling taking over my body.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Until you painted the kitchen with your tea." I manage to spit out only to make her scream into her hand and laugh all over again.

"Holy shit! You scared me half to death!" She yells, standing up and turning the music down with the remote on the bench leaving her now empty teacup next to it.

Her face is red with embarrassment and her eyes glisten from laughing so hard and my heart skips a beat when I grasp the fact she's finally in front of me after all this time.

I grab her elbow and pull her into my body, my smile still wide across my face.

"I'm sorry I scared you but fuck that was so funny!" I say and she swats my arm before reattaching it around my waist .


"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't getting in until tomorrow morning?"

I glance over to see my itinerary booklet on the bench, the edges are doglegged and the cover page is creased. She is clearly studying it more often than she lets on.

"I got an earlier flight, couldn't wait any longer,"

Her body is so warm and soft against mine I almost hum in euphoria.

I glance up towards the drips of tea still running down the front of the cabinets.

"Go get some pants on, Beyonce and I'll clean this up." I say playfully smacking her arse as she gasps, looking down, only just remembering she is half dressed.

I hear her bare feet padding towards the kitchen as I'm wiping the last streaks of liquid from the bench.

I look up to see my fantasy finally coming to life as she runs towards me, my arms registering to open just in time, before she's jumping into them.

Her body wraps around me and I can't help but sigh as she nuzzles her nose into my neck and I close my eyes to rest my head against hers.

Just as I'm about to tell her how many times I've imagined this moment over the last two months, she says, "This is how you coming home went in my head."

"mmm," I hum into her hair surrounding my face and I take in a deep breath wishing I could bottle the smell of her and take it on the road with me.

"Me too, except in mine you were still in your underwear," I smirk.

She gasps in fake shock, swatting my arm before I place her feet back down on the floor.

"You must be exhausted," she says as my I rub my eye with the back of my hand.

I shake my head, not willing to let sleep take her away from me.

"How am I meant to rest after that little show you just put on?" I grin as her hands cover her face against my chest and I take advantage of her chagrin.

"You know the image of you dancing in your underwear is going to haunt me forever?" I whisper in her ear and smile as I watch goosebumps rise from the delicate skin on her neck.

I love how responsive her body is just to my voice, I can't even begin to imagine how amazing it's going to be when- "I'm so embarrassed!" Her intoxicating giggle breaks me from my illicit thoughts.

"Please stay in my room tonight, please, just sleeping I swear," I beg.

I can't bare the thought of being separated from her right now, even in my sleep, and I know she feels the same way as I see her nod into my chest.

OLIVIA'S POV

His hand rests in-between our bodies that are unnecessarily close in his king sized bed. We lie facing each other as conversation slows and his eyes start to become heavy with the sleep he is trying desperately to fight.

I reach out to his hand, tracing the infinity symbol tattooed into the fleshy part between his index finger and thumb of his right hand.

I study the little mystery of Harry that he still refuses to tell me about.  I run my finger over the black loops, the left hand side is slightly wider than the right and just as I am about to ask why, he moves his hand and places it on my hip.

My body ignites into flames at his touch as he rubs little circles with his thumb into the exposed patch of skin above the band of my pyjama bottoms.

I look into his emerald eyes, his blinking slowing and his breathing getting heavier with sleep. His face is so serene and his lips so perfectly pouted I have to stop myself from leaning in and softly kissing them.

"All I want, is to go to bed with you every night and wake up next to you every morning." He whispers into the space between us, his voice so serious it makes me want to kiss him even more than I did a couple of seconds ago.

I close my eyes to stop myself losing all self control, letting his sincerity wash over me.

"I'm not ready," I whisper almost inaudibly.

"I know darling, it's ok." I hear him say just as quietly back before he runs his hand through my hair and we drift off to sleep in each others arms.

My eyes flutter open as the first ray of light flickers through the sheer curtains in Harry's room. The beautiful man sleeping on his back beside me starts to stir as soon as I do, reaching his arms above his head and licking his lips before slowly opening his eyes.

He takes in a deep breath and hums as I shuffle closer to him and he snakes his arm around my waist.  I place my cheek on the warm skin of his bare chest as he pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head.

"God, I haven't slept that well since I left." He says closing his eyes again as I trace the butterfly inked into his sternum with my finger.

"We have brunch with everyone this morning don't forget." I remind him and chuckle as he grumbles sleepily.

"You get in the shower, I'll make coffee." I tell him, jumping out of bed and giggling at him complaining about being too cold now as I make my way to the kitchen.

I'm taking a sip out of my coffee cup when I hear his bare feet walking down the hallway, as I see him come into view he smiles at me and sighs like he is finally able to breathe again after being restricted for too long.

He has his signature skinny black jeans on and he is buttoning a cornflower blue silk shirt up just above the top of the butterfly as I walk towards him and hand him his coffee.

He takes it before catching my hand in his free one, leading me towards the dining table and sitting down on one of the black fabric chairs.

He plucks something out of his back pocket before he pulls me to sit on his lap.

"I have an early birthday present for you," He grins, knowing how much I hate surprises and hate people watching me receive surprises even more.

My hands fly up instinctively over my face to hide my red cheeks before I hear him laugh and say, "Just open it, you idiot," before yanking them back down.

"It's not my birthday for another month," I tell him as he hands me an envelope.

"I know, but I wanted to give this to you in person and I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to witness you this unbearably uncomfortable," he chuckles.

I swat him with the envelope before thanking him and tearing it open.

I look in confusion at the show passes and airplane ticket in my hand before gasping and looking at him as he grins proudly back at me.

"Harry! New York? Oh my god! This is too much!" I squeal, my smile matching his.

"No, it's not, I'm only there for 2 nights but I already asked Frankie about work, she said it was fine. I know how much you love it there and you will get to see Emma and Jackson and I know you might not want to spend your actual birthday at my show but there are tickets there for them too if you wanted to come but don't feel like yo-" he rambles and I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck and squeezing tight.

"There is no where else I would want to be. Thank you Harry. This is too much, really."


"You're welcome Liv, it's a drop in the ocean of what I wish I could give you."

I pull back from his embrace slightly to look into his green eyes that are blazing into mine. Sincerity and honesty drip from his handsome face, his strong jawline is a striking contradiction to the soft wavy curls that fall around it and his pillowy lips.

The proximity of our mouths is all of a sudden blindingly obvious and our breathing gets instinctively shorter as we continue to stare at each other, our noses almost touching and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.

He glances at my lips as his tongue juts out to wet his and my breath catches in my throat, wondering how they would feel on mine.

The sound of the door bell makes me jump and I look back to see Harry squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden interruption.

"Shit, that's Frankie! Can you grab it, I'm not even ready," I say too loudly, my nerves a mess as I jump off his lap and run down the hallway to quickly shower and get dressed.

—

Laughter echoes through the private area of the restaurant Xander insisted was the newest and best Saturday brunch place in town.

We had finished our meals as Harry and Xander take it in turns telling outrageous and highly inappropriate stories for this time of the day.

Harry's arm is slinked over the back of my chair beside him and Bec and Frankie sitting opposite us are having far too much fun over-analysing our every moves.

"So come on Styles, you haven't told us ONE crazy sex story from the tour so far. You surely have endless stories for us after seven weeks!" Xander laughs as both Harry and I visibly stiffen in our chairs.

He hasn't mentioned anything about any sexual experience to me since Kristie and although I noticed the vast difference in our friendship compared to when he would tell me every last detail, I very happily welcomed the change.

Frankie bites her bottom lip and looks towards Harry who is looking anywhere but at our friends and I brace myself to hear whatever explicit story he has stored in his memory from the last 2 months.

"Fuck, this woman must have been good if you're hesitant to tell us!" Xander throws a piece of bread across the table at Harry, not understanding why he seems so uneasy.

"Umm, I actually haven't slept with any women since the tour started," Harry mumbles looking down at the table and running a hand though his hair.

"What!! Fuck off! That's not possible, unless you mean you've started fucking guys and in that case I would say welcome to the fun side!" Xander jokes.

Wide eyed glances are thrown between Bec, Frankie and I as Harry shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Wait, are you serious? You're on like a pussy detox?" Xander asks in shock.

"Nuh, just.. trying to make a change, I guess." He says pinching his bottom lip the way he does when he is self conscious.

My mouth drops open as he looks me and I see in his eyes that he is telling the truth.

"Well, I'm sorry to out you to everyone mate, but the only reason a man like you swears off no strings attached, down and dirty, in and out sex is because the motherfucker is in love." Xander announces looking between the two of us like he just discovered gold.

"Shut the fuck up," Harry tries to laugh it off, throwing the piece of bread back at his friend and we all laugh awkwardly before Bec quickly changes the subject.

A/N: Hey guys!! hope you're liking the story! I'm loving writing it. I'm falling more in love with these two every day! I have lots written already and trying to update daily so please don't forget to vote and comment :) xx