94 - Pages Between Us Written With No End

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The drive back to Harry's was filled with gleeful laughter and an air of recklessness.

"I didn't think you'd do it," I said breathlessly.

"I saw in your eyes you wanted me to kiss you," he replied, his eyes wide and wild. "It was a now-or-never moment. So I did it."

"I'm glad you did."

"Are you really?" he asked.

"Of course," I said earnestly. "That's it now - we're officially public. And it feels fucking amazing."

"Damn right it does," he agreed, slipping his fingers through mine and beaming at me across the back of the car.

"Congratulations, you two," said Paul, from the front seat. "For what it's worth, I'm really pleased for you both. Although I think you may have broken more than a few hearts tonight with that kiss, Harry."

"I'm hoping most people will be happy for me," he said seriously. "But I know there will be some form of backlash from those who are upset, or jealous."

"I can handle it," I said, equally seriously. "We both can."

Harry said nothing, but smiled softly and squeezed my hand a little tighter.

"Do you fancy a brew?" I asked, as Harry unlocked the front door and we entered the hallway.

"I'd love one," he said.

"You know where the kettle is," I teased, and squealed as he chased me into the kitchen and pinned me against the fridge, his hair falling in his eyes as he gave me an exaggeratedly smoldering look.

"Well well, this is all too familiar," I murmured as he leaned forward and kissed me.

"Nah," he murmured, as he broke away from my lips and kissed my neck. "Little White Lies isn't playing. I should have had it ready for when we arrived home."

"You could always give me a personal serenade," I joked, and he chuckled a low, throaty laugh against my skin.

"Never in a million years. That would be way too corny."

"Says the man who sang 'What Makes You Beautiful' to me in front of a stadium full of fans," I reminded him, and he lifted his head to grin at me.

"Yeah, well, that was different. That was stage Harry, not... y'know, normal Harry."

I giggled and kissed him on the lips, before pushing him away from me and walking over to switch the kettle on. I pulled two mugs out of the cupboard and Harry leaned on his elbows on the breakfast bar watching me.

"You look good in my house," he observed. "You look good with me."

"I should damn well think so."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

He sighed exasperatedly, and I laughed in delight as I poured the water into the mugs, added the milk, squeezed out the tea bags and set his cup in front of him. I took a seat opposite him and he looked up at me with amusement as I reached forward and twirled one of his dark curls around my index finger.

"Your hair is so soft," I mused.

"Will you miss it when I cut it?" he wondered. "It's probably long enough now to donate to a wig charity. And I'll need to chop it all off if I get this part in Chris Nolan's film."

"When's your next audition for that?" I asked.

"I'm meeting them again on Friday to do another reading," he replied, and I nodded thoughtfully.

"I will miss your long hair, in a way," I mused. "I'll miss the mun most of all; it's so fucking sexy. But the thought of your hair possibly reverting to the Midnight Memories album era makes me weak at the knees, so I'm sure I'll be fine."

He smirked. "Midnight Memories? Really?"

"Don't you remember my embarrassing wallpaper on my work computer?" I reminded him. "The one you noticed in the background of the first selfie I sent you? That was you at the 2013 VMAs, not long after Best Song Ever was released. I was well and truly a Directioner by that point, and totally into you."

He chuckled softly. "I'd forgotten how cute you are when you fangirl over me."

"I think I've done well to overcome most of that," I remarked. "I didn't think it would ever be possible, to be honest."

"Well, it's been one hell of a crazy year," he observed.

"It certainly has," I agreed, taking a sip of my tea, and we paused for a moment, both lost in thought.

"How do you drink it that hot?" he asked suddenly, looking down at my mug that was steaming gently. "It's literally just come out of the kettle. It's practically still boiling."

"Because I don't want to drink it lukewarm like you do," I replied. "That's disgusting."

He shook his head at me, and I smiled sweetly and took another sip of my tea.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"Of course I am," I assured him. "I couldn't be happier."

"What about Callie?"

I sighed and set my cup down on the worktop. "I don't know. She was supposed to be my best friend, but she crossed a line. I don't know how I would ever be able to trust her again."

"You trusted me again, after everything I did," he pointed out.

"Yes, but that was different," I argued.

"Was it? Really?"

"Yes!" I insisted. "What you did happened under extreme circumstances. You didn't deliberately set out to hurt me."

He paused for a moment. "You could say the same about Callie."

I opened my mouth to protest again but he held his hand up.

"I'm just saying that I think you should take your time to think about all this, before you decide to turn your back on her for good. You have a forgiving nature, Jess. It would be a shame to throw away years of friendship on a knee-jerk reaction. Don't make any rash decisions."

"OK," I said, finally. "OK, I promise to think about it."

"That's all I'm asking," he smiled. "I love you, you know that. I want you to be happy above all else, and I don't want you losing people you're close to, and regretting it further down the line."

"I love you too," I murmured, and he walked around the corner of the breakfast bar to put his arms around me. I nuzzled into him as he kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair. "If you'd said to me this time a year ago that we would end up falling in love and living together... I probably would have laughed in your face," I added.

"I don't doubt that," he grumbled, and I giggled at his tone.

"This is the stuff dreams are made of," I sighed, contentedly. "You couldn't make it up. Ordinary girl meets pop star crush, he falls in love with her and whisks her off into the sunset. I mean, you read about stuff like this on Wattpad."

I snapped my mouth shut quickly, feeling heat rising in my cheeks and hoping he hadn't registered what I had just said.

"What's Wattpad?"

Fuck.

"Oh, you know, just online books and stuff," I muttered.

"Oh yeah, you mean your fanfiction," he said, and I didn't need to look up to know he was grinning.

"It's not my fanfiction," I argued, acting affronted. "I don't write it or anything. I've just heard about that famous one."

"Ah yes," he said, infuriatingly. "That's right. Because this is not After and you are not my Tessa, and you were never going to take me back. I remember."

"Oh God, Harry," I groaned, my face now on fire as I recalled screaming those words down the phone at him just after I'd found out about Sara Sampaio. "Do we have to talk about this?"

He leaned back and laughed delightedly. "So you have read it, then? Was it good?"

"Stop it," I said faintly, pushing him away from me. "I haven't looked at any of that stuff in forever, because I have the real thing here in front of me."

"But you did read it," he pressed, folding his arms across his chest and grinning at me.

"Yes," I admitted, and he laughed harder.

"And did you like it?"

"Bad-boy Harry has... a certain appeal," I conceded, and at this he positively screamed with mirth.

I pointedly looked away from him and stared at the dark green and white curtains until his laughter had subsided and he leaned forward again on the breakfast bar next to me on his elbows.

"You could write your own book," he joked. "It would make a great read."

"Book?" I echoed. "Book: singular? This would be a series. There's too much drama to cram into just one."

"A series, huh?" he mused. "Someone's clearly thought about this."

"No I haven't!" I protested. "I'm just saying, that's all."

"You'd have to write under a pen name, of course, to disguise your true identity," he teased, reaching down into the cupboard and pulling out a grab bag of Doritos and a tube of Pringles. "Here - fancy some scooby snacks?"

I shook my head. "I'm going upstairs going to drink my brew in bed, away from your incessant provocation," I told him defiantly.

"Now Jess, baby, don't be like that," he cajoled me, grabbing me round the waist as I reached for my cup of tea, and I chuckled as he kissed my neck softly, his mouth curving into a smile against my skin. I paused, savouring the moment as his lips brushed against my jaw delicately; the familiar tingle beginning in the pit of my stomach as I melted at his touch. "I could be your literary manager," he breathed, "for a small fee, of course..."

It took a moment for his mockery to register, and I pulled my head back and frowned down at him. "You are such a loser," I scolded, but he silenced me with a kiss on the lips as his hands made their way behind my back to the zip of my dress.

"You could call your book My Direction," he murmured, and I laughed out loud.

"Shut up, Harry," I teased, cupping his face in my hands and kissing his lips as he pulled my zip down. His cheeks were soft and warm beneath my fingers, and I caught the faint scent of his aftershave. I breathed him in, relishing the feeling of being completely enveloped by his essence.

"Don't you like that idea?"

His hands skated lightly down my back leaving goosebumps in their wake, along with an ache of desire that was slowly building with every second that passed. Even when he was winding me up I was rendered helpless merely by his touch.

"Way too corny," I said, shaking my head but playing along.

"Alright, what would you call it then?"

His hands were reaching round my front now, peeling my dress away from me before cupping my breasts gently through my bra; his lips pressing softly against mine, his tongue warm and wet pushing gently into my mouth. I was putty in his hands, as I had been from the moment I laid eyes on him and undoubtedly always would be.

"Well that's easy," I whispered, pulling his hips to mine, our bodies moulding together in our unique and undeniable familiarity. "No Control."

THE END.

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Epilogue to follow <3

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