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Charli 🤩🥝🍉🍒🌻
BROOO
OMG
IM FREAKING OUT
HE SANG CAROLINA AND
CHANGED IT TO BE ABOUT

Rowan
okay i'm low key freaking
out too
he sang them looking right
at me and omg
he's so cute i can't

HES IN LOVE W YOU

We made it back stage and I made eye contact with Harry and jokingly glared at him. He had the same big smirk on his face he did the whole show.

He walked over to me pretending to be casual as if nothing happened.

"Sooo how was the show?" He shrugged.

"You're such a dork." I laughed and hit his arm.

"What did I do?" He joked acting innocent.

"Don't even." I teased him back.

"Don't lie you liked it." He confidently responded.

"Okay well obviously." I couldn't stop smiling replaying it in my head.

"Just wait till he actually writes songs about you and performs them." Mitch added.

"Oh you just wait, I'll have something extra special for you." Harry winked before walking to his dressing room to change.

"Ro, can you come help me with this?" Harry peaked his head out of the door.

I walked through the door before able to get a word out Harry pushed his lips on mine. "You looked so cute dancing to my songs." He said quickly before kissing me again.

"You looked so good up there." I said against his lips, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Our tongues played with each other as Harry's soft touch ran up my shirt causing chills throughout my body.

He moved his lips down my neck slowly down to my collar bone and back up over my ear. His hot breath made me tremble waiting for what he was about to whisper.

"It's time to go." He whispered immediately walking away to grab his things from the couch.

I scoffed at his rudeness leaving me there like that.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked innocently. I failed my attempt to act annoyed with a smile and an eye roll.

"Don't worry we'll continue back home." He smirked walking to the door.

On the way back to the hotel Harry would not keep his hands off me. Touching my thighs, stomach, whispering dirty things in my ear. It wasn't fair how easily he turns me on. 

After what felt like an hour ride of being tortured we finally arrived at the hotel. I was in a rush to get up to Harry's room but he seemed to take his sweet time, looking around the lobby, smiling and saying hello to strangers, asking the front desk worker pointless questions, and doing anything to draw this out. 

He thinks so he's funny. 

Finally I gave up and pulled him by his hand to the elevator. 

"What's the rush darling?" He acted clueless. 

"You're not funny." I said with a smirk not selling my anger. 

"Well you're laughing so I must be." He taunted. "Having trouble being patient, are we?" He continues his game. 

I just rolled my eyes trying to hide my smile. 

Harry's arms wrapped around me from behind, "Luckily for you I'm done being patient." He whispered into my ear just as the elevator door opened. 

He led us on the elevator and my back was pushed against the wall as our lips immediately connected. Harry dug his fingers into my sides, pushing our centers together letting me feel the effect he already has. 

The elevator ride was short but it felt like ages as Harry's tongue played with mine. He hands slid up my top brushing over my skin leaving goosebumps. My hands rested on his cheeks trying to pull him impossibly closer. 

Harry pulled away just as the door opened. This time Harry was the one pulling me by my hand to his room. 

The door to his hotel room opened and closed so quick before I could blink I was being pushed up against it. 

Harry's hands moved down my body past my waist and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around him as he held me up.  

Our lips become more heated, all of our emotions showing through the kiss. 

The tension that is built inside of me is stronger than I've ever felt. Between his games at the venue and in the car and how badly I am falling for him I am already a mess. 

His kisses trailed down my neck nipping and sucking until he reaches my neck and attaches his lips there. My hands find his hair running through his curls pulling slightly on them. His fingers dig into the fabric of my pants around my behind pulling me close so I can feel the hardness growing on him. 

I gasp at the small amount of tension and his lips turn into a smirk against my neck. He then led us to the bed laying me down on it. 

He wasted no time removing both our clothes. I don't know how I contain myself looking at him like this. Messy hair, shirtless, tattoos out, muscles flexed, eyes glowing, and a huge smirk. 

I wet my lips darting my eyes around his body trying to take it all in. His hands grab at my thighs as he leans on me. Everything feels so sensitive, every feeling is magnified. 

His eyes look hungry scanning my body before meeting my eyes "darling you have no idea what you were doing to me on stage." 

He kisses me softly, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you." 

I smile against his lips, "so many things I want to do for you." He coos. 

His hands fall down my body stopping at my core, teasing me with slow circular motions over the fabric. "mhm" He moans against my lips feeling how wet I am already for him. 

He can't blame me he's been dragging this out since before the show. I push against his hand trying to get some relief but his hand pulls away and I let out a frustrated whine. 

They move to tear away the fabric of my underwear before removing his own. I swear my heart was going to beat out of my chest. 

He pushes his hips forward grinding against my exposed heat. I whine at the friction, my eyes squeeze shut while I try and grip onto anything. 

Harry sounds just a mess as I am letting out low moans into my ear that rumble through me while he circles his hips harder. 

"I'd drag this out all night if I could Rowan, but I've been waiting all night for this." 

Thank god. I don't know if I'd of survived if he'd drug this out another minute. 

Our lips brush together as I wrap my legs around his hips. 

My breath hitches in my throat as he gasps once he inches forward slowly pushing into me. I can feel my muscles stretch around him. His eyes squeeze closed and his jaw goes slack letting out the a moan. 

I've never felt so much emotion mixed with sensation in my life. "God Rowan, you feel so good." He moans against my lips. 

"You have no idea." I moan in response pulling his mouth to mine. 

I wrap my legs tighter around him trying to get him urge him closer. He continues to draw his hips back and forth in long strokes. Kissing me and whispering dirty things into my ear. 

I grip my fingers tighter in his hair moving my lips to his neck sucking and kissing his skin. I moan against his skin swirling my hips against him. 

I can feel myself tightening and clenching around him with each thrust. 

His hair is becoming damp, clinging to his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure with his jaw slack. 

It's a heavenly and sinful sight all at once. 

I can't help but to grip at his hair as I cry out while his hips pull back and snap forward making my entire body jolt. 

His pace quickens as he rests his forehead against my own, the small action of me tugging on his hair seemed to enrage him more. 

I whine arching into him, my stomach starts to quiver as the release begins to unravel inside me. "Harr- oh." I try to warn him on how close I am. 

"I know Ro. That's it." He encourages me. 

I shriek as the feeling explodes inside of me tugging harder at his hair. He buries his face into my neck slamming into me. My body seizes and trembles underneath him. 

He collapses on top of me, gasping or air as his body twitches, the aftershock of our orgasms rolling through us. 

Neither of us can move we just lay there trying to recover. 

"See why I wanted you front row." I scoff at his respond and he lets out a small laugh.