Crazy In Love - Kadebostany (Cover)

A/N: Disclaimer. This chapter is mature. This will be the only time I will warn you.

HARRY

The fingers on my right hand feel like a trembling mess against the wheel. I stretch out my hand, cracking my knuckles against the wheel. I've managed to keep my left hand perspire-free as it stays still on top of of Izzy's knee. I take a glance towards her, gazing over her porcelain skin and dark piercing eyes. They remain focused on the road before us. I quickly look back at the road and continue on to the drive to my apartment.

"This is a good song," she murmurs. Her fingers wrap around the dial of the radio. Matt Healy's voice fills the car. She hum's along to the words, her voice getting lost in the buzzing sound of the engine.

I gave you something that you can never give back, don't you mind-

"His voice is amazing," she comments and I hum in agreement.

You've seen your face like a heart attack, don't you mind. Don't you mind.

"I'd love to see them live," Izzy says. "My friend... Ty... he went once- said it was the best show he's been to." The next one begins to play, another 1975 song. Robbers.

"Yeah. I heard they're good live," I say back, ignoring the jealousy that arises at the mention of her friend from home.

She continues to hum along. "His voice is bone chilling. The way his voice sings the chorus is incredible."

"I'll give you one more time. We'll give you one more fight. God, is it pathetic that I get goosebumps whenever I hear him sing this?"

"Nah. That's when you know the music is good. When it makes your body react, you physically get into it. That's the best kind of experience around."

She continues to sing along. I bite back the smirk when I hear her miss the notes. She covers it up by coughing. It's fucking cute when she tries to hide her embarrassment.

"You know, I've never heard you sing before." She looks up at me. She bites her lip from smiling.

"I don't sing."

"That's not what Ben said," she laughs cheekily. A knowing smirk plastered on her lips. "Apparently you were the star of all your Christmas shows at your mum's church." She now has a fucking grin on her face.

"Fuck. I was seven. Give me a break."

Isabella bursts into a fight of giggles. I can't help the smile that plasters on my lips. "I'm shit now. I sound like a damn dying animal whenever I try. Puberty did not do me well."

"Prove it," she gives me a wicked smile.

I shake my head right away, not giving into her wishes. "No way in hell."

"Oh please! Just sing along to this part," Girls is now playing through the speakers. I give her a glare but she only returns it with those damn doe eyes that I thought I'd never see again.

"Fucking hell," I turn the volume up a bit more so that Healy's voice drowns out my own. I sing along to the first few seconds of the chorus. Izzy shrieks, her laughter growing even more boisterous.

"Oh God, stop." She pushes her hand against my lips. I lick her palm earning another shriek from her lips. "Ew! You liked me."

"You were obstructing my driving. We could've died and it'd be your fault," I reply back. My lips smirking over at her. She huffs in response, muttering a: "at least I don't sound like a dying goose," before crossing her arms and turning to the window.

The rest of the ride is quiet. I pull up in front of the apartment building. Turning off the engine, I turn and face my annoying yet absolutely beautiful girlfriend. "Baby," I wrap my hand around her arm gently and pull her arm free from it's confines. "I'm sorry for licking you."

She keeps her glare fixed out the window. I notice her teeth bite down on her lip, a ghost of a smile fighting to surface. "Baby," I coo' allowing the y sound to exaggerate longer than necessary. "Let's go upstairs, yeah?" I lean over the console, pulling her closer to my body. My lips meet her neck. I begin to kiss along the side of her neck and towards her jawline. I can feel her body shiver against my touch, her stubborn facade crumbling with each kiss.

"Why can't I ever stay annoyed at you?" She grumbles, her eyes making contact with my own.

"Because I'm fucking irresistible."

"And humble."

She smiles. I take this opportunity to lean towards her and place a kiss on her lips. I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her body closer to mine. She responds automatically. Her hands wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling with the curls at the base of my neck.

"Let's go upstairs," she speaks against my lips. I don't say anything else before I unlock the car door and walk out. I hear the sound of the car door shutting and the melodic sounds of her sweet laughter following behind me.

-

Our lips are attached in a heated kiss. All the built up sexual tension releasing with our moving lips. My hands reach for my keys. I struggle as I attempt to open my apartment door. "Fuck," the keys fall out of my hand once I shut the door behind us.

She is quick to push her jacket off. It falls to the floor with a soft thump. Her lips don't hesitate to reattach themselves with mine.

Isabella's hands run up and down my arms and towards my hair. A loud moan escapes my lips once her body rubs against me. "Shit." I pull her dress up, my cold hands touching ever inch of her skin. She's soft against my touch; a contrast to the rough calluses of my fingertips. I can feel her harsh pull against my jacket.

"As sexy as you are in leather, this needs to go." Her eyes are rage in lust. A kind of lust that I've never seen on her dark tined irises before. Without arguing, I throw my jacket off. It falls to the ground with a loud thud and quickly, I kick it to the side.

My hands grab her face. With one quick motion, I reattach our lips. Her hands are needy against my body. They rub along my chest, down my arms, and up under my shirt. My body flinches at her touch. It's an electrocution that courses through every nerve ending. My hands leave her face and find home on her hips. With one swift motion, I push her up against the wall. Her hands are still under my shirt, her lips kissing me fervently.

I pull back from her lips, her eyes fluttering open. The darkness of her pupils grow wide in a lustful desire. My lips attach to her jaw, kissing down, along her neck, until it meets the soft skin of her collarbone. Without giving her a second, I pull her dress up and over her head. My breath hitches in my throat at the sight of her.

Isabella was damn beautiful.

She was a beauty that could not be described. From the stretch marks on her hips, to the pale skin of her stomach, she was beautiful. Her imperfections were what made her perfect.

"So fucking beautiful," I breathe out.

She bites down on her lip. I can't control myself around her. Every action that she makes causing my arousal for her to increase in intensity. Isabella's fingers hold on to the edge of my shirt. Her fingers begin to unbutton the last three remaining buttons. Slowly, she runs her hands up my torso and towards my shoulders. The shirt falls down my arms and to the floor. "Bedroom?" She asks me. Her voice is low in tone with an indescribably sexy rasp.

I lift her up and into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around me. Her lips kiss along my jaw and towards my earlobe. She sucks at the sensitive skin causing a moan to erupt from me. Her limbs are entangled with mine making it almost difficult to maneuver our way to the bedroom. I kick open my door and lay her roughly against the sheets.

My fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. Damn me for picking the fucking tightest pair to wear tonight. Granted, I had no idea that this would be happening. That I'd be in my bedroom with a half naked beauty sprawled across my bed. "Let me," her fingers pull against my hands. She unbuttons my pants and pulls them down my legs. I step out of them leaving me in nothing but my tight boxers.

Gently, I push Isabella back onto the bed. Her hair sprawled out across the pillows. Her rose scent embedding into the sheets. I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be washing them for days if it meant washing away her sweet scent. I wrap my hands around her tight-clad legs. The black fabric tickling my lips with each kiss I leave.

"Harry," she moans once my lips meet her thighs.

ISABELLA

My mind was going crazy. I knew that by this point, I'd have to be admitted into the psych ward at the local clinic. His fingers run up and down my legs. Even through the thick fabric of my tights, I could still feel the burn of his touch. It was almost ridiculous the power that his touch had on my body. He had me withering in total surrender just by his touch.

"Please," I moan. Harry's hands pull down my tights slowly. His green eyes make eye contact with my own. The darkness of his eyes burn into me. Not once does he break eye contact. The intensity of his stare causing my own arousal to grow.

Once our lips reconnect, my hands find it's way home at the nape of his neck. I pull him down, closer to me. His hands find it's way back to my waist. Our legs become a tangled mess against the sheets.

His kisses are rough but passionate. I can feel his body grow against my thigh. Instinctively, I push my body against him, earning a low moan to emerge from within him. "Do that again," he growls. Without hesitation, I wrap my legs around his boxer clad waist and grind my hips into him.

"Fuck," his head falls back. His grip on my waist grows tighter. I don't wait for him to ask, before I push him back against the bed and move my hips against him. My own heat expanding with each motion.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to be done." I bite down on my lip, keeping my giggles at bay.

Harry turns me over quickly. His teeth biting down on my lip and pulling it back. He releases it quickly and grinds his hips into mine. "Don't. Fucking. Bite your lip again. You don't even know what that fucking does to me," his deep, raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine.

Sitting up, I undo the clasp of my bra. I let it fall down to my lap before throwing it to the ground. Harry's eyes glance over my exposed chest. His hands rub up my arms and across my collarbone. His touch his gentle yet rough. It's hard to describe the feeling that emits inside of me from his touch. His fingers roam down my chest. His thumb flicking the skin. This enlists a loud moan to escape my lips.

"God, that feels so good." I can feel my cheeks blush at my loud confession. I feel Harry's lips smirk against the skin of my neck. I take in his naked torso, his tattooed covered chest and arm. Even with tattoos he was perfect.

"Beautiful. So damn beautiful," he says under his breath.

His hand cups my heat in a hard grasp. It takes me completely off guard, not once expecting his quick motions. He slips a finger inside and behind the fabric of my panties. "You're already so fucking wet."

Harry's fingers are quick with each motion he makes bringing me closer to the edge. With few quick movements, I am at my brink, screaming out his name in pleasure. His eyes look up into mine, once I come down from my high. They begin to soften, the lustful looks of complete desire easing up.

My hands reach for his boxers, my hand grazing against his growing bulge. His breath hitches as I do so. "Baby," he looks at me. As I begin to pull down his boxers his hands prevent me from doing so. "I think we should stop."

I look up at him embarrassed and eyes wide. "What?"

He chuckles lightly. "I said, I think we should stop."

I sit up quickly. My hands pulling up the sheet as I do so. "Why?" I suddenly feel self-conscious. Questions bombarding my every thought. Was I too loud? Is he having second thoughts? Maybe he's turned off by my body.

Sensing my change in mood, Harry wraps his arms around my naked body. He brings me close to him. His head nuzzling into my hair. He leaves soft kisses against my hair before pulling back. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine. "Is it me?" I ask him, cursing myself for sounding weak and insecure.

Harry's eyes widen automatically. His grip grows tighter around my waist. "What? No. Fuck no. It's not you. God, baby. You're so damn beautiful. Trust me, I want you. I want you so fucking bad."

I furrow my brows, "Then why did you stop?"

Harry sighs. His eyes softening more as he looks at me. No longer are the full of lustful desire, but with admiration. "You deserve the best. Our first time should be fucking beautiful. Rose petals, candles, music and dog free. I don't want the fucking dog to walk in." I bite back my laugh. He continues, "I want to give you the best. I want our first time to be so fucking romantic that romance novels will be jealous."

He watches me carefully. I blush at his confession. I hadn't expected this from Harry. I knew that he had a sensitive side to him. A side that he rarely showed others. It was a side of him that he had especially reserved for me. It was something that I never took for granted.

"Oh."

A small smile kisses my lips. "You're amazing, you know that?" He says to me. My heart flutters at the simplicity of his words.

I wasn't the kind of girl that will seek validation from men. I knew who I was as a woman. I never questioned my beauty or my worth. Yet, hearing these two simple words: you're amazing, I felt even more beautiful than I had before. His eyes looked at me like I was gold. That I was the most beautiful creation that he had ever saw. Even though I didn't need a man telling me I'm beautiful to feel beautiful, it was still nice to hear it. Especially when it came from Harry.

Leaning in, I give him a gentle kiss. I move my legs over the bed. I pick up my panties and his t-shirt, putting both on quickly. The fabric of his shirt is soft against my skin. His scent engulfing my senses immediately.

Crawling back into the covers, I bring them up and over my body. Harry's hand wraps around my waist, pulling me in to his side. The heat of his breath touches my neck. "I like you," he whispers. "A lot."

A cheesy grin is plastered on my lips. "I like you a lot... too."

"Good."

His grip on my tightens. His warm chest pressed up against my back. Our legs tangle with one another. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone wrap themselves around you. To have strong arms hold you close to their body. I felt safe. Wanted. Cared for.

Harry was all that I needed. I was crazy about him. Absolutely crazy about him.