68 - Missing Half Of Me When We're Apart

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"Oh my God!" I squealed, flinging myself at Harry and throwing my arms around his neck, so hard that he stumbled and gave a low chuckle that vibrated deliciously through his chest. I squeezed him tightly and then lifted my head and kissed him excitedly on the lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you too much," he said, with a casual yet shy shrug. "I thought I'd come back early and surprise you."

I put my arms around him again and buried my face in his tshirt. "I'm so glad you're here," I mumbled. "I missed you too. I've been counting down the days until I would see you again."

He squeezed me too, and kissed the top of my head gently.

"Good surprise, then?"

"Amazing surprise!" I beamed, accepting the bouquet of flowers and another kiss. "Thank you - these are beautiful. Come in. I actually thought you were our dinner arriving, but this is way better."

"Our dinner?" he repeated as we climbed the stairs to my flat.

"Um, yeah, Callie's here," I said nervously as I opened the door. "We ordered Indian."

Callie appeared in the kitchen doorway and raised her eyebrows in surprise at the sight of Harry. "Oh! I didn't know you were coming too," she said, and her gaze flicked to the flowers in my hand and then up to Harry's face.

"Sorry for interrupting," he said. "I didn't know you'd be here either. I came back early to surprise Jess."

There was an awkward pause for a moment, while Callie looked suitably impressed, and while my brain raced to find a solution to this. I desperately wanted to spend the evening with Harry now he had turned up, but I didn't want to ask Callie to leave. 

"We can do this another time," she offered. "I know you haven't seen each other for ages. And she's missed you," she added, addressing Harry directly.

"I've missed her, too," he replied, smiling down at me with such deep affection that I felt a rush of heat surge through my body.

"I'll leave you to it," she said, walking into the lounge to pick up her bag.

"You don't have to leave on my account," Harry said, frowning, before I could reply. "Jess said you'd ordered dinner."

"Well, you can have mine, if you want," she said graciously.

"Or we could ring them and add on an order for Harry too?" I suggested. "Come on, stay. It would be good for the three of us to hang out together."

Callie glanced at Harry and then at me, and broke into a smile. "If you're absolutely sure you don't mind? I really don't want to be the third wheel."

"Course you won't," I insisted, beaming at the idea of the two of them agreeing to spend an evening in each other's company. I had a feeling that if Callie would just give Harry a proper chance she might change her opinion of him, and vice versa.

"I'll put the wine in the kitchen," Harry said, slipping past me and setting it down on the countertop next to the fridge. "It's red, I hope you like that?"

He was directing this question at Callie - he already knew I liked red.

"Hey, if it's got alcohol in it, it's fine with me," she called back as he slipped his coat and hat off and unwound the scarf from around his neck.

I followed Harry into the kitchen and pulled a vase out of the cupboard for the flowers. "These are just amazing," I murmured, and he smiled at me shyly. "Grab a wine glass - we've got a bottle of white already open in the lounge," I told him, and he reached up to the cabinet to retrieve one, his jumper riding up in the process so I got a good view of the ferns inked just above his hips. The sight made my stomach flip.

I took the opportunity to kiss him again, unable to believe he was actually standing in front of me when I had thought he was in Holmes Chapel. "Is this why you kept sending me blank-screen snapchats?" I demanded.

"Well any other picture would have given away where I was," he grinned. "I know what you One-D stans are like."

"Cheek!" I protested, pretending to be offended, and he grabbed me around the waist.

"Are my hands cold?" he asked, lifting my hoodie and pressing them against my skin. I squealed and tried to push him away - they were like icicles. "Ooh your stomach is lovely and warm," he remarked, holding me tightly in place while I wrestled and screamed and beat him with my fists. "Something the matter?" he enquired when he eventually let me go.

"Thin ice, Styles. Thin. Ice," I warned, pointing my finger at him menacingly, and he licked it cheekily before I pulled it away, and kissed the tip of my nose.

We headed back into the lounge where Callie had already moved to the empty armchair, leaving the sofa for me and Harry to share. I poured him some wine and rang the takeaway to add on a meal and an extra naan bread for Harry. 

"How's the tour?" Callie asked Harry while I made the phone call. 

"Good thanks," he replied. "We've finished now. We've just been doing some promo in Mexico and LA. The final show is X Factor this Sunday."

"So is that it then, for One Direction?" she asked.

Harry cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair; I could tell by his mannerisms that an evasive, 'official' answer was coming. "We're taking a long break to do our own stuff. We'll all be keeping in touch."

"Well I'm sure Jess will be happy to have you around more," said Callie. "And it must be nice to be doing something different for a change."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it," he nodded, threading his fingers through mine as I came off the phone.

"Dinner will be about fifteen minutes," I told them, curling my feet up under my body and leaning against Harry. He draped an arm around my shoulders and began to play with my hair.

"Did your mum mind you leaving home early to come back and see me?" I asked, picking up the remote to flick through the channels.

"No, I think she knew from day one I wasn't going to last until the weekend," he smiled. "I kind of knew it too, to be honest. I kidded myself into thinking I could wait a few more days to see you, but I knew deep down I'd end up coming back early."

I wondered briefly if he could be any more perfect. I decided he definitely couldn't. 

When the buzzer sounded again I went downstairs to collect our food and pay the delivery driver, and carried the bag back up the steps and into the kitchen where Callie and Harry were waiting with the plates. Harry took the bag from me and peered inside.

"Ah," he said, nodding slowly. "Bellissimo! Move over, leetle laydee, letta me take over."

Callie and I stared at him as he smirked down at the bag.

"Um, what the hell was that?" I asked. "Were you trying to be Italian? This is Indian."

Harry's face fell. "Oh yeah," he muttered, and then cleared his throat. "Out de weh," he said, this time adopting a terrible attempt at an Indian accent. "Let de masta show you how it's done."

"I said Indian, not Rastafarian," I teased as Callie laughed. "Accents are not your strong point, are they?"

"Alright," he retorted, grabbing an apron from the back of the kitchen door and throwing it over his head. He pulled the first container out of the bag and inspected it. He ripped the lid off, and then look a long sniff. "Mmmm. A delicate aroma of chicken, coconut, cream and a touch of spice," (he shifted all his weight onto one leg and stuck his hip out while he reached into the bag again and pulled out another container) "beautifully complimented by a serving of warm pilau rice, steamed to perfection." He handed both tubs to Callie who took them from him, grinning.

"Ah!" he exclaimed dramatically as he produced another dish, making us both jump. "What do we have here? A fine offering of tender lamb, presented in a smooth, rich sauce with onions, tomatoes and..." he dipped his pinky finger in the sauce and licked it off, "a gentle heat." He handed me the dish, and a tub of rice. "A good choice, Miss Bradshaw. A very good choice indeed. Although a little predictable, if I may say."

I shrugged. "I'm a creature of habit."

He removed the last two containers from the bag and Callie peered at them with interest. He looked down at her, smirking, and just as she leaned forward to inspect his meal further he swiftly snatched them away. She started in surprise, and then began to laugh. 

"Nosey," he muttered under his breath, deliberately loud enough to hear, and then pulled the packet containing the two naan breads, the bag of poppadoms and the chutney tray out of the bag and balanced them on top of his plate with one hand. "Didn't you two order any sides?" he asked innocently, implying that everything he was holding was his, and we chuckled.

We plated everything up and carried it through to the lounge, setting the naans and the poppadoms on the coffee table between us to share, and opened Harry's bottle of wine.

"Wow," Callie remarked after taking a sip. "This is gorgeous. What is it?" She reached forward to inspect the label and then squeaked in surprise. "Chateauneuf du pape? This stuff costs a fortune!"

"It doesn't really," Harry replied, crunching a poppadom. "But it is one of my favourites."

"I can see why," she agreed. 

It took us half an hour to plough through all the food, and when we'd finished I groaned and lay back on the sofa, holding my stomach with my hands. "I feel sick," I moaned. "I think I just gained about eight pounds. My belly looks huge."

"As if," Harry tutted, pulling me against him and stroking my stomach softly. "You're perfect."

"I'm heading towards fat, if I keep eating like this," I huffed.

"Hardly," he snorted. "I told you, you're perfect. I love you exactly how you are." He murmured this last bit quietly in my ear and I reached up and patted his cheek affectionately. 

We watched the rest of the soaps, and The Apprentice (we all agreed on who should be fired that week and who should win the series) and then Callie announced she would leave us to it.

"You don't have to go, it's still early," I said as she stood up and picked up her bag.

"Nah it's fine, I've got work in the morning anyway," she yawned. "And you've got some proper catching up to do," she added in a low voice, with a wink.

"What was that?" Harry asked suspiciously from his sprawled out position on the sofa.

"Nothing," we both said, innocently.

"Bye Harry," Callie said. "Good to see you."

"Yeah, you too," he replied, lifting his hand in a small wave and giving her a cheeky, toothy smile.

I walked her down to the main front door and gave her a hug, and then watched to make sure she got in her car safely before taking the steps two at a time back up to my flat, and locking the door behind me.

Harry stretched his arms out to me as I entered the lounge and I leaned down to kiss him as I kneeled over him, before he wrapped both arms around my back and pulled me down so I was lying half on top of him, and half next to him. I giggled as his lips pressed against mine and his hands ran gently through my hair. 

"I've missed this," he whispered, in between kisses.

"I've missed this too," I whispered back, and he shifted my body to the right so I was lying fully on top of him on the sofa with my legs either side of his waist.

I slid my hands underneath his jumper and ran them gently over his warm chest, before pushing the hem all the way up to his neck and over his head. He dropped it on the floor and pulled my face down to his again, brushing his lips softly on mine and slipping his hands underneath my hoodie.

"You look so sexy in my clothes," he breathed, skating his fingers up and down my sides, raising goosebumps with each stroke, before pushing his hands higher to squeeze my breasts gently. He whisked my top off entirely and then reached behind my back to unclip my bra, and let it fall on top of my hoodie. I sat up on him and closed my eyes while he massaged my skin, his thumbs brushing over my nipples every so often, causing me to moan softly.

I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled his hands away from my chest while he peeled them off and threw them on the floor, adding to the growing pile of clothes. I lay back down on him, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against mine, and dipped my head to kiss his neck, his collarbone and his shoulder. He gave a soft grunt of satisfaction and ran his hands up and down my back gently, before sliding them around my sides to my front to stroke my nipples again. I sighed softly into his mouth, sliding my tongue against his and lifting my chest up slightly to allow him to touch me. 

He was hard and pressing between my legs enticingly, and after a minute he dropped his hands to my waist and pushed my pants down to my thighs. I paused awkwardly to remove them completely, along with my fluffy socks (not sexy.) I lay on top of him again and he pulled his boxers down and adjusted himself so his tip was resting between my legs, sliding slowly against the wetness as he kissed me harder, and more deeply. 

His fingers cupped my breasts as I reached between us and gently ran one finger over him, and he shuddered and gasped, and then pushed his hips up, pressing himself more firmly between my legs. I reached between us as I lifted myself up, and guided him carefully inside me as I came back down again. He grunted again and ran his fingers over my nipples as we began to move in sync, slowly at first and then gradually faster.  He sat up, his mouth never leaving mine, and propped himself up with one hand while the other stroked me gently as we moved. 

Being close to him in this way felt like we had never been apart, yet reminded me how much I had missed him while he had been away. Although I had proved I could live without him when I had to, it certainly wasn't something I ever wanted to have to do long-term. He completed me, in every possible way. 

We came together in an explosion of heat, a tangle of emotions and a rush of love. 

Afterwards we lay still; me on top of him with my head on his chest, our hearts slowing together, completely in rhythm. I was beginning to realise that not only did he complete me, I completed him too.

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