Lovesong - Adele

HARRY

Her deep brown eyes stare at me. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration. Her lips pursed together tightly. "You're not going to win, Styles. You might as well give up now." She says to me with conviction. Too much conviction. As if she thought she was going to win this.  "I can't wait to see you cry. You look like a cryer," she continues to taunt me. 

I shake my head, my eyes widening even more. "No way in hell, Maxwell." 

A breeze passes by us causing my eyes to grow even more dry. I bite my lip; there was no way I was going to let her win. No way in hell. Seconds go by slowly and my eyes begin to water. "Damn it," I mutter to myself. I knew I was going to lose. I could feel it. However, as if the gods above were on my side, she blinks. 

"Damn it!" Izzy shrieks, her hands rubbing over her tired eyes. "I was so close! So damn close." She groans into her pillow. Her messy hair sprawled out across her bare back. I laugh loudly, my head thrown back in amusement. 

"Better luck next time, baby." I wrap my arms around her. Her naked skin touches mine. I leave a few wet kisses along her shoulder. It's clear that she is holding back her giggles. Her body shakes slightly underneath me. I can't help but laugh even more. Isabella begins to shake her head, her body twisting in my firm hold. 

"You cheated," she whines. Her lips morph into a pout and I do everything in my power to not fuck her here and now. She was so damn beautiful. And, I loved her. God, I couldn't believe it. I was in love. When the hell did I become this person; this guy that falls in love and has staring contests in bed. I was becoming more and more of a wuss with each passing day. 

"Nah," I bite her lip. Her breath catches in her throat, a sure sign of my effects on her. "I guess that means I win. I'd like to collect my prize."

"And what exactly is your prize?" 

My hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her legs instinctively wrap around me. With her body so close to me, I can feel the heat rush to my core. My boxers suddenly growing increasingly tighter. Her skin is hot under my lips as I leave kisses down her neck and across her chest. "Stay in bed with me all day," I whisper into her ear, biting down on her lobe.  

She sighs. Her body relaxes against mine, "That sounds amazing. But, I have to work." 

"Call in sick." 

"I can't do that."

"C'mon baby. For me," I bite her collarbone lightly, earning a soft moan. 

"I can't-"

"Yes you can." 

Isabella looks at me. I can see in her eyes her contemplation. Not once have I seen her skip a day of work. The bookstore was a joke. They barely received customers and when they did it was maybe one to five every hour. Plus, Robert, her boss, was one of the most laid back (and quite frankly, most aloof) bosses around. He wouldn't ask her twice about it. He'd probably even go as far as to send her a bowl of soup and a card wishing her to "heal quick" and "get better". 

A few minutes pass. She looks around the room, debating still whether or not she should call in. "I did win," I mumble into her skin. 

Isabella lets out a long sigh, "Fine." She rolls over, her head falling back into her pillows. 

"That's my girl." I crawl up her, leaving kisses on every inch of her skin. "Now, for the second part of my prize." 

"A second part? Now you're just getting greedy," she laughs. 

"Not greedy. Well deserved, my love. Well deserved," I retort. She rolls her eyes, but her lips quirk up into a small smile. 

"And what exactly were you thinking?" 

"Hmm, well. There's a few things I can think of. All involving you, naked, and screaming my name," I smirk at her. She blushes right away at my crude words, but doesn't say anything against it. 

"Well... you did win fair and square." 

-

I watched her in silence. Not once saying a word to disturb her.  There was something in the way her brows furrowed whenever she was reading that completely drew me in. It was the way she stayed completely concentrated. It was as if she had become so, completely engrossed with the novel that she was transported into it. She had become completely oblivious to the world around her. It was just her and the story. 

It was fucking sexy. 

I was in awe of this woman. I was so in love with her. 

It was hard to believe that I was in this place once again. Ever since Sarah, I never thought I'd find happiness again. With Izzy, I was wanted; completely and utterly wanted. She loved me like nobody else. She made me feel again. 

I craved Isabella. I craved her in ways that I couldn't ever explain. I craved her innocence; I craved her optimism; I craved her love. A love that I had somehow managed to win. She had chosen me; out of all the men she could have, she wants me. And I want her. God, do I want her.

Somehow, she had possessed an ability to bring me out of my darkness. I had been swallowed by the demons of my past to a point of no return. She took me out and showed me light. She had been an angel sent from the gods above; my angel. 

Isabella brings me love, lust, and happiness. She's my euphoria. My adoration for her is so deep and real. We are wired to love, her and I. We are wired for one another. The stars are alined for us. She is mine and I am hers. Passionate, intense, fervent love is all that we have. It's all that we can obtain. Nothing can separate us. Nothing can bring us apart. 

I am too damn lucky to be in this position. And, with Isabella of all people. It was hard to believe my life. I couldn't help but think that something was going to happen to bring us a part. There had to be something. Happiness and I were not friends. There was always going to be something to take it away from me. 

And now, Isabella is my happiness. She is everything that I could ever possibly dream to have. To obtain. I love her. I fucking love her so damn much. 

She is my Juliet and I am her Romeo - as cliche as that sounds. Yet, in all great love stories, tragedy will happen. I was not looking forward to ours. I knew it was inevitable that something was going to tare us apart. Absolutely, fucking, inevitable. 

"Are you okay?" I snap out of my thoughts by the sound of her melodic voice. I look over at Isabella. Her legs are laying across my lap. Her head resting on the arm of the couch. She looks at me with worry in her eyes. 

"Yeah. 'Mm, everything's fine."

"You zoned out on my face for quite a while there..." she laughs lightly. God, even the sound of her laugh was beautiful. Fuck, I didn't realize love made me into a pussy. 

"I was thinking, is all. Nothing to worry about, baby." I shake my head, my eyes turning back to my book. Pull yourself together mate.  

"Okay," she replies hesitantly before looking back at her book, her cold toes digging under my thigh. 

- 

"This is the best pizza in town," she informs me. We walk into a small pizza parlour. The strong scent of mozzarella and tomato sauce invades my senses. My stomach begins to growl, my hunger growing with each moment we stand here. 

"Let's order then, yeah?" 

She nods in agreement. We walk over to the counter and order or pizza's to go. Moments later we are walking out with a box of pizza and a bottle of coke. As we begin to walk, she intertwines her fingers with my free hand. The other somehow managing to balance our cheesy dinner. "It's beautiful out tonight," she says to me. 

"It is," I agree with her. I glance over at her, smiling at her content expression. She squeezes my hand tighter before bringing our hands to her lips, kissing the skin of my knuckles. 

We walk up to her apartment. The late spring air was warm tonight. Decently warm for it being early May in London. The moment we walk into her apartment, she locks the door behind us. "Jaz texted me. She's staying over at Ben's again tonight. It's just you and me."

"I'm okay with that," I tell her. My free hands wrap around her waist, pulling her to me. Leaving quick kisses down her neck and along her exposed chest. "Have I ever told you how much I like you in this shirt."

"It's your shirt, Harry," she laughs. I begin to unbutton the plaid shirt she wears. There was something so sexy about seeing my girl in my shirt. Sure that was cliche, but it was so fucking true. 

I unbutton the first few buttons, leaving the rest buttoned as they were. The shirt falls off one of her shoulders. Her skin is warm and soft under my lips. The taste of her skin is intoxicating. "Mmm, Harry." She moans once I slip my fingers in the waistband of her leggings. "The pizza - the pizza, it's getting co- cold," she stutters. 

I smirk against her neck, "The pizza can wait baby." 

"But don't you want to have the hot, gooey cheese slice in you?" 

"I'd much rather have you in me." 

Her eyes widen in shock. Her cheeks blushing furiously. She smacks my arm, "You are sick!" 

"Only kidding, babe." She looks at me, challenging me. "Okay, I'm not kidding. Not kidding at all." 

"You would," she bites her lip. But soon enough, she is out of my grasp and headed towards the couch where our pizza and pop sits. 

I soon join her on the couch after a quick trip to the bathroom. I grab a slice of pizza, taking a bite. "Ew, I hope you washed your hands." She looks at me disgusted. 

"Of course, love." I shake my head only to continue eating my pizza. She lays her head back against the couch, her eyes glued to the movie on screen. We stay on the couch, watching the horrendous chick flick and pizza slices. I can't help but sneak a few glances her way. I loved watching her. I loved watching the way her brows wrinkled and how her eyes would water slightly whenever she laughed. 

 As the movie goes on, the pizza is soon forgotten. Hell, the movie was soon forgotten too. Isabella is sprawled under the couch, my body hovering over her. She is panting under me, my lips connected to her neck. I continue to suck on her skin, biting and leaving my mark. 

Her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I undo them, sliding my legs out of the confines of the tight (too tight) material. Her fingers slide over the band of my boxers, pulling them down with the jeans. As she does this, I focus on removing her leggings and underwear. My plaid shirt remains on her - it was too fucking sexy to remove. 

Her hands reach for every part of my body. Her lips kissing my skin, burning in its wake. My fingers are sure to leave bruising on her hipbones, but she doesn't seem to mind. I feel for her, my fingers slipping inside. She was more than ready. I take a condom from my  wallet, slipping it over me. 

With one one swift motion, I enter her. She gasps in response. Her head falling back. She bites on her lip as her hips jerk up. She meets me thrust for thrust. My grasp on her body tight. "Holy shit, baby. You feel so damn good." 

She doesn't say anything back. Her words muffled by the moans that fight to escape her. I continue to move with her, bringing us closer and closer to our climax. My movements are quick. Her hips meeting me with each thrust. I begin to move faster once I feel her walls clench around me. "Almost there, baby." With a few more quick movements, I bring us to our brink. 

I collapse on her. My heart beating erratically in my chest. My breathing has grown heavy, yet, so has hers. "I love you," I whisper against her lips.

"I love you too." She wraps her arms around me, bringing me into a hug. We cuddle on the couch, her breathing becoming laboured. Her body relaxing into the couch under us. 

Sex with Izzy was fucking magical. But, everything with her was. The connection that I had with her was not like any other woman. There was something about her. The way our bodies moved together as one. It was more than physical. We had this fucking emotional connection that I couldn't even explain. 

There was only one thing that could explain it: it was my love for her. My fervent love for her that was never going to dissolve. I was hooked and there was no way in hell I was going to detach myself from her. 

She is it for me. 

Isabella is it for me.