Pusher Love Girl - Justin Timberlake 

ISABELLA

His face looked peaceful. His face seemingly at ease with each inhale and exhale of breath. I watched as his bare chest would rise and fall at a steady rhythm. His curls a mess against his pillows. His hair had grown out since his last cut a few months ago, but it was still manageable. His arms held me tight against his body, our legs entangled with one another. The sheets have been tossed and turned throughout the night, leaving only a thin piece to cover our bodies. 

I watched him quietly. Even in his sleep, Harry had managed to look flawless. I studied every dip and crevice of his face. My fingers run across the stubble on his jawline and lightly over his lips, still being careful enough to not wake him. It was incredible that he managed to look handsome, even in a unconscious state. Like a feather, I lightly trace my fingers over his sparrow tattoos. Then, I carefully trace over the lines of his butterfly tattoo. It still amazed me that a man who seemed hard around the edges would have a tattoo of something so delicate. However, the harsh black lines of the moth-like butterfly was still manly. It was still sexy. 

Then again, anything that Harry did was sexy. 

Suddenly, his grip on my waist grows tighter. He brings me closer to his body, his even breathing starts to grow deeper. "Mmm," he hums under his breath. His eyes are still screwed shut. I quickly shut my eyes and steady my breathing. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me staring at him whilst he slept. 

How embarrassing would that be? Our first official night together and he wakes up to me watching him sleep. 

"Baby," his morning voice brings heat to my cheeks. Damn him for sounding even sexier in the morning. How did I manage to snag him and call him mine? 

I flutter my eyes open, hopefully portraying the 'just woke up' look perfectly. "Yeah?" I suppress a yawn, my eyes screwing shut. 

Harry wraps me closer towards him, if that was even possible. His face nudges into my skin; the place where neck and shoulder meet. He mumbles something against my skin, too inaudible for me to understand. 

"What's that, babe?" I ask him, my fingers threading through his curls. 

He pulls back, his tired eyes looking longingly at me. "I said, stop staring at me." 

Automatically, I feel my cheeks burn up. I nudge my face into his chest while wrapping my legs around his waist. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say. My voice muffled by his body. 

"Sure baby," he chuckles. "It's cute that you watch me as I sleep. A bit creepy if it was anyone else. But not with you." I shake my head sheepishly, completely embarrassed that I've been caught. 

His hands reach down and under my legs, repositioning me around his body. My knees are on either side of his waist, somehow moved into a straddling position. My back is arched while my head is still buried into his chest. 

Harry's hands begin to rub up and down my arms. They make their way through my matted curls and back down my spine. His rough fingers tickle my skin, earning himself a giggle from my lips. "That tickles," I squeal. Instead of stopping, this only encourages him to run his hands over my spine once more. "Harry!" I laugh against his chest, swatting him playfully on the arm. 

"I didn't know you were ticklish," he smirks. 

His hands find home once again on my skin. His hands cup my ass, squeezing it gently. A small moan escapes my lips. Harry smirks slightly at the sound. He moves his hands from my bum, up and under my shirt and towards my chest. "Harry," I moan as his hands cup my breasts, massaging them with his strong grip. 

"I love that sound," he murmurs huskily. His lips make contact with my neck, leaving wet kisses down and towards my collarbone. I moan in pleasure, his tongue finding my sweet spot. He continues to suck and bite down on the sensitive skin, surely to leave a mark. His mark. 

Once he pulls back, I run my fingers through his hair, sitting up as I do so. Once my body is upright, I grind into his hips. "Fuck," is the only sound that comes out of his lips. A result from my quick and sudden actions. His morning wood grows with every movement of my hips. My lips reattach with his own. He kisses me hard. It's a mixture of passion and lust - a feeling of pure euphoria. 

Harry has a way of making me feel wanted and cared for. It was in his gentle touches and soft kisses that I knew that he cared about me in a way that was different than any other man. He took his time while touching me. His vibrant eyes studying me, learning and memorizing every inch of my skin. His kisses were soft but also carried a level of desire and passion that came from the depths of his soul. I knew that our souls were made for one another. It was made evident in the electricity that surged through our bodies whenever we touched. I knew that the way that Harry treated me was different than the way he's treated other women. That feeling alone has the butterflies in my stomach fluttering and my heartbeat quickening.

Memories from last night flutter back. How he pleasured me, bringing me to a point that I had forgot existed. A state of euphoria that only Harry has shown me. We haven't even gone all the way, yet he still is able to take me to place that neither Chase nor Ty have been able to take me to. 

As I think about everything that happened last night, memories of his confession flood back. I want you so fucking bad... Our first time should be fucking beautiful... I want our first time to be so fucking romantic that romance novels will be jealous. I feel anxiousness grow in the depths of my stomach. It's an anxiousness for his touch. All I want is to feel him, to know him inside and out. 

I wanted to show Harry just how much he meant to me; show him like he had last night. 

Harry looks up at me, his vibrant green eyes darkening with a lustful desire that I had been given a glimpse of last night. "Baby girl, you are so damn beautiful." 

I lean down, brushing my lips against his. Simultaneously, my hips grind against his body. His bulge growing harder with each swift movement. "I want to make you feel good," I breathe into his lips. 

Harry's eyes widen slightly. His grip on my hips grow tighter. I feel him twitch underneath me. "You don't - baby, it's fine." 

I shake my head. A playful laugh emitting from my lips. I lean down once again and kiss him. This time around, my lips fight for dominance against his lips. My fingers pull on his curls enticing a loud moan to escape his lips. "Fuck, do that again." I smirk against his lips, kissing him once more. I bite down on his lip whilst grinding into his hips and pulling on his hair. 

"Shit," he is breathless under my touch. 

Quickly, I let go of his hair. I run my fingernails down his chest and towards his boxers. The bulge in his tight boxers have grown increasingly more prominent. I smirk up at him. My hand makes contact with his body, pressing down firmly against him. "Fuck, Izzy." He moans loudly. The sound of his voice is erotic and breathy. A sound that I could never get tired of. 

With one swift movement, I slide his boxers down his legs. My eyes widen slightly at the size of him. Shaking my head and biting back my nerves, I wrap my hand around his growing member. Moving up and down slowly, I tease him. 

"Christ," his eyes screw shut. His hands gripping the sheet beneath him. "I'm not going to last fucking long, baby." 

I bite my lip seductively. I look up at him from under my eyelashes. My head growing nearer towards his member. I blew out a gust of air, teasing him. "You're a fucking tease," his hands make their way to my hair, pulling the ends hard. 

Leaning over, I wrap my mouth around him. Each of my movements are long and gentle, yet quick and hard. My tongue swirls at his tip, tasting him. I bring my hands up to cup him, massaging every area that I cannot reach. 

"Damn it," he moans. His hands pulling my hair each time his hips buckle forward. I can feel him twitching inside of me but this only encourages my movement. With every quick motion of my mouth and tongue, I bring him closer to his brink.

"I'm going to come, baby. Please," Harry moans out loud. Holding back on the teasing, I bring him quickly to his brink. I feel him spill into me, a long sigh emitting from his lips. Swallowing, I lick and bite my lips. 

He shakes his head at me, a big smirk plastered on his lips. "Fucking hell. That was," he shakes his head once more. "You're fucking beautiful. You know that, right? God, how the hell did I get you?" 

"You're just saying that because I went down on you," I joke. 

Harry laughs out loud, his dimples emerging as his head falls back. "Oh baby, not at all. That's just an added bonus." 

He wraps his arms around me, his breathing still erratic after our previous actions. "I still mean it," he says under his breath. 

"Mean what?" 

"I want our first time together, fully... to be fucking brilliant. Magical. Fucking fireworks and all that shit." I look at his eyes. There are no traces of playfulness in them. His words are serious. This only brings more joy to my heart. 

"I know," I look over at him. My fingers run through his messy curls. His forehead glistens with sweat. I leave a kiss on his forehead, his closed eyelids, down to his nose and then the corner of his lip. "I'm so happy I have you." 

His hands run up and down my sides. They then wrap around me, bringing me closer to him. I rest my forehead against his, my hands wrapped around his head and resting behind his hair. He leaves his hands on my hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle patterns on the exposed skin of my hips. 

We lay there, peacefully, for the next little while. Time seemed to almost stop. The rhythm of his heartbeat beats to the rhythm of my own. It's a melodic tune that I will never grow tired of hearing. 

"Harry?" 

His fingers thread through my hair. It's a peaceful feeling, my eyes growing weary with each minute that passes. 

"Yeah?" 

"What are you doing tonight?" I ask him in hopes that his schedule will be free. I had suddenly remembered that today was Sunday - the day of Jaz's party. 

He pauses as he thinks. "Nothing," he finally says. I sit up from my position on his waist. 

Harry watches me as I grab his his left hand in mine. His right remains tucked beneath his head. I intertwine his fingers with my dainty ones. My other hand drawing circles and other unknown designs on the skin. "Would you like to be my date for a party tonight?" 

He scrunches his brows together in thought. "What kind of party?" 

"Jaz is throwing one. Again," I chuckle lightly. I hope that the carefree tone of my voice will ooze any tension or awkwardness that may grow from this conversation. "She rented these heater things for the roof and a bunch of tiki lights. It's supposed to be a dinner garden party thing. I don't know. I'm just showing up." 

Harry doesn't say anything. He just watches me. Every so often his brows would furrow together and then smooth out. I sit patiently as he thinks. 

"Will Chase be there?" 

My stomach tightens at the mention of my ex. I had hope that he'd overlook Chase or even forget that he was part of their friendship circle. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. 

"Probably?" The confidence that I had mustered up prior to this drifts away. My statement coming out more like a question. 

Harry lets out a loud groan. "Izzy. I really don't want to be around that fucking Irish prick." 

"You do know that he's not actually Irish." Harry sits up. He quirks an eyebrow towards me, signaling me to explain on. "He was born in Southport but was sent to an all boys boarding school outside of Dublin when he was, like, twelve until he was sixteen? I think. Anyways, that's why he has a slight Irish accent, but he's not actually Irish." 

"Huh." 

I bite back a laugh while I watch Harry digest what I've said. He shakes his head. His fingers warp around my body and pull me to his lap. "Irish or not, I still think he's a fucking prick." 

I run my fingers through his hair and down to his neck. My thumb rubs the crook of his neck where his neck and shoulder meet. "We'll ignore him. Don't even worry about him. I'm with you now. He's out of the picture. It was always you, I was just too stubborn to see that before." 

We sit in silence for the next few moments. My eyes not once leaving Harry's. "Please come. Ben wants you there." 

Harry scoffs, his eyes rolling. "Please, he doesn't." 

Even though I didn't know for sure whether or not Ben truly wanted Harry there, I know that him going would be one step closer to their relationship mending. Family will always be important. It will always be there. It's a bond that can never be broken, regardless of how many times you may try. I know that Harry and Ben have never gotten along ever since Mark entered their family. Matters were even made worst when Harry stole Ben's best mate's girl. But, the past was in the past. There's nothing that could be done to change that. All they could do now was rebuild whatever pieces that are still left. 

Harry was stubborn. He only needed a bit of a push. 

"He does," I try my best to convince him. Hoping that he'd take the bait and try with Ben. They were brothers after all. I couldn't imagine my life without Natalia. Being an ocean away was heartbreaking. I could never imagine being in the same city as and not talking to her. I could feel the tears brim at the mere thought of it. 

"I doubt that, baby." 

"We won't stay long. We'll go, eat, have a few drinks and then come back to your place. What do you say?" 

Harry watches me for a few more seconds before sighing. "Fuck. Why do I always say yes to you?" 

"Because I give really great blow jobs." 

Harry's boisterous laugh sounds throughout the bedroom. "Oh baby. That's for damn sure."

"Does that mean you'll come with me?" 

"Yeah, fine. I'll go." 

I smile up at him, kissing his lips one more time. "Thank you," I whisper against his lips. 

My stomach begins to growl. It's then that I realize we've been laying in bed for the past few hours. "Breakfast?" I ask him. He nods his head quickly, muttering a quick "fuck, yes." I laugh before crawling out of bed, Harry following close behind.