I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) - Jay Z

"I just wanna love you, but be who I am... You know you love me." 

HARRY 

Fuck. London was cold. It was too damn cold and it wasn't even mid September yet. I liked the changing season as much as the next guy, but fuck- I wasn't ready for this weather. 

My jacket didn't keep in the warmth as well as it used to. It's leather growing thin with each wear. I zip up the jacket and pull over my hood. I adjust the beanie that sits underneath, bringing it closer to my forehead so that it covers my freezing ears. It felt like it was already winter and autumn hadn't even fully began. 

Thanks London. You're a dream. 

Each of my fingers felt like the were getting colder by the minute. I stuff them into the pockets of my jeans. My legs moving quicker as I neared the bookstore. 

It had been a few weeks since I visited this place that brought us together. Our home away from home. Work at the diner had become more frequent, which was what I needed. Bills were getting higher and rent wasn't cheap. All previous thoughts of re-asking Isabella to move in with me seeming more tempting as time ticked on. 

Maybe I'd bring it up again. I knew that living with Jaz was getting to be too much for her money wise. Something that she had mentioned before. Maybe if she moved in, we'd be able to afford to fucking live in this city. It might also bring a bit more stability to our relationship. 

The fight had been a few weeks ago, but it still felt fresh in my mind. I knew what I did was stupid. Getting drunk and dancing with Rita wasn't my finest moment. The look of pure horror that flashed over her face (as fuzzy as the image may be) still flashes in my mind. I thought I had lost Izzy then and there. 

Yet, she is still here. We're still together. How the hell am I still in a relationship? 

The bell dings as I open the door. Her head pops up from behind a stack of books. Her eyes bright in excitement once she sees me. A cheesy grin is on her lips, causing my own lips to quirk up into a smile. It was an effect she had on me. 

"Hey!" She walks over to me and into a hug. Her small arms squeeze my torso in a quick embrace. 

"Hi baby," I greet her. I leave a kiss to her lips. She smiles into it before pulling away. "How's work going?"

I lace my fingers with hers as we walk towards her previous spot behind books. She groans. Her free hand going to her cheek. Her brows furrowing in discomfort. "Robert is a great old man. Don't get me wrong. But, I think he needs to really consider handing this store over to someone."  She explains, her hand leaving mine to grab a box from the ground. 

Izzy sets the box on top of an empty shelf. "Who would take over?" I ask, taking a book from the box and placing it on the shelf. 

"He has a nephew," she swats my hand away from the box, giving me a scornful look. I back away from the shelf to let her continue her job, amused at her attempts at being domineering. "As I was saying," she giggles lightly, "He has a nephew that has been interested in taking over the store for years."

"Why doesn't he then?" I question, whilst taking a book from another shelf to read. I look over the back cover, skimming the description as Isabella continues to talk. 

"Robert said that he doesn't think his nephew has good intentions for the store. He's worried that he'll decided to change it into a chain bookstore. Which, to be honest, might be a good idea." She lets out a sigh, placing the empty box down and picking up the next. "Robert has an amazing heart but he's getting too old to run the store. Plus, nobody shops here! The only time we see people is when people need to use the bathroom. If we're lucky, we'll get a few sales a day. I don't even know how we're still standing." 

I set the book down, walking over to where she stands. I pull her away from the shelf, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Have you told him this? The man looks at you like you're his own granddaughter. I'm sure he'd appreciate your opinion." 

"I don't know," she sighs once more. "I don't want to hurt him."

"You care about this store." I point out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Tell him." 

"Maybe."

"Think about it, yeah?" I smile, leaning in to kiss her forehead. 

"Yeah. I'll think about it." She pulls out of the hug to continue working. "Anyways. What are your plans for today?" 

I take a seat at my chair. The same chair I've been sitting on since the first day I stepped into this bookstore. I had rightfully claimed it to be my own. "Sitting here with you is the main event on my agenda." 

She blushes. "Anything else?" 

"Maybe take my hot girlfriend out for a meal?" 

"I'd like that." 

"Good," I smirk. She shakes her head laughing, then turns around to continue her job. I look her over once, taking her in fully for the first time since being here. Fuck, her ass looked good in those pants. I didn't know what she called them... disco something. I don't know what it was called, but it's a fucking godsend. Her crop top showed off her tanned skin. I shifted in my seat to ease the tension in my tightening pants. Fucking hell, how did I get her?

If watching my girlfriend was wrong, I don't want to be right. 

Isabella turns around, catching my intense stare. Her cheeks flush immediately. A reaction I always seemed to get from her whenever she caught me looking. It fed my ego in more ways than one, knowing I had this kind of effect on her. 

"What?" She questions innocently as she towards me. Isabella stands in front of me, her hand resting on her hip.

"You're beautiful." I complement her. "Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. You don't know what you do to me. I'm so fucking hard right now." I guide her hand towards my prominent bulge, pressing down so that she can feel exactly what she does to me. 

"Oh." She pulls away quickly, covering her flushed cheeks with her hands. "Harry."

"What?" I ask with feigned innocence.  

"We're in public."

"Mm, that hasn't stopped me before." I pull her onto my lap in one swift motion. She screams, shocked, but is soon in a fit of nervous giggles. Giggles then turn into a moan, once my lips make contact with the skin bellow her ear. 

"Oh." She inhales a breath. Her eyes shutting close while my lips continue to kiss down her neck. I thrust my hips up, grinding into her back. "Harry," she moans. Her head falls back. 

"See love? You've gotten me so hard." I whisper into her ear. My dirty mouth saying all of my thoughts without a second thought. I look towards the door, making sure that nobody is around. "No cameras right?" 

"What?" She asks breathless. 

"Cameras. Are there any in the store?" I repeat the question.

"N-no. Robert doesn't believe in technology." 

"Good." Without any warning, I unbutton her pants and slip my hand into the front of them. My finger brushing against her already soaking underwear. "Baby- already ready for me." 

I push her underwear to the side, giving my fingers room to slip into her. With one finger, I move against her slickness. "Ah," she squeaks. 

"Shh, love." I continue to move in and out of her, rubbing her sensitivity. 

As kinky as this sounds, it has always been a fucking dream to fuck her in this bookstore. A fantasy. The moment I saw her in that skirt, bending over to pick up a book, I have picture fucking her against that shelf until she couldn't walk anymore. Dirty thoughts played in my mind every day since meeting her here. Thoughts of her screaming my name for only the books and I to hear. Even when she was with Chase, all I wanted was to take her here. Now, I was able to do that and it was so, so sweet. 

I slip another finer into her. Moving in and out in a sensual rhythmic pattern. Another moan escapes from Isabella's lips. She grinds her ass against my hardening member. My jeans not once growing loose. Her hand grips my own hand, taking it out of her leggings. 

She get's up and quickly walks over to the front door. I watch as she flips the open sign to closed. She locks the door and turns off the front lights. The only lights on being the ones near the back. It's too dark for people to look in. She walks back towards me. Her light eyes darkened in lust. It was sexy seeing her this way. 

I stand up from the chair and meet her halfway. I pull on her arm, pushing her up against the shelf. She squeals. I laugh as I playfully bite her lip. 

"Nobody can see us?" 

"No," she exhales. Breathless. "It's completely dark to those looking in."

"Good," I say before crashing my lips on to hers, kissing her with as much force as I could muster up. I push her body against the bookshelf. Fingers interlacing. I move her arms up over her head. I let go over her hands, running my own over her sides and up shirt. 

She moves her hands back down and over my jeans. She presses down on my bulge. "Shit." I gasp, my breath hitching for a split second. Her hands shake as they unbutton my jeans. 

Confidently, she pulls me out of my straining boxers. Slender fingers grip my throbbing length, moving up and down in a painstakingly slow pace. I pull her pants down, her underwear still on. I push the fabric to the side once she has guided me to her. 

The moment we are connected, the world around us grows quiet. It's only her and I. The only thing mattering is our passionate embrace. 

I hold her hip with one hand, the other intertwined with her own. I push in and out of her. Loud groans emitting out of both of our lips, every time we connect. My breaths become shallow with every quick movement. Our moans becoming a harmonized love song; a song only we knew the melody of.

"Mmm," I bite my lip hard to suppress the loud cries that lie within me. "You feel good. Fuck." It doesn't take long before I feel her clench around me. We hit our peak at the same time. Her name loudly escape my lips. 

It felt good. It felt too fucking good. I loved being able to feel her; all of her. It only made our intimacy seem closer. She felt better than all the other women I've ever been with. None of them made me feel this good. This loved. Somehow, she had changed my escapes from the world into something of passion and love. It was something that I now craved. Not only for the satisfaction that comes from it, but the connection I feel whenever I am with her. It's not about the pleasure anymore. It's about her and feeling this close to her. 

I wipe the sweat off from her brow. She begins to giggle, moving my hair out of my eyes. "That was-" She shakes her head. 

"Fucking amazing." I finish her sentence for her. Iz's cheeks grow flushed. 

"More or less." 

I leave a tender kiss against her forehead. Carefully, I pull out of her. "Hold on." She pulls her pants back up and walks to the back of the store. She comes back out moments later with wet wipes. "Here," she passes me one. 

"Thanks doll." I kiss her cheek, using the wet cloth to clean myself up. Once we are both tidied up, I throw the dirty wipes in the trash. "Dinner?" I question her once I'm back. 

"Yes please. I'm starving now." 

"I'd hope so." I smirk, wrapping my arm around her waist. One thing was for sure, I won't be able to look at the fantasy lit section the same way again. Ironic, isn't it? 

- 

Her nose was scrunched up in concentration. Brows furrowed in thought. She was carefully concentrated as she took another sip from the silver tin cup in front of her. 

"And?" I finally question her, breaking her from her deep thoughts. 

"This is amazing." She smiles up at me. A bit of milkshake left over on the corner of her lips. I reach over, wiping it away. 

"Thanks," she mutters under her breath. She goes in for another sip of her shake. Contentment written over her soft features. "This is the best milkshake I've had in long time. Where'd you find this place?" 

I take a sip from my own milkshake. The tin cup cold against my fingers. "Kit," she nods her head, taking another long sip from the straw. Her lips wrapped around the piece of plastic plants a slew of dirty thoughts in my mind. I shake it off, not needing a hard-on in the middle of an ice cream parlour. 

"Iz." I call out her name. Breaking the comfortable silence that has fallen between us. She looks up from under her eyelashes. Her lips still wrapped around the straw. 

"Mhmm," she hums a response. I feel myself twitch in my boxers. Fucking hell... I shift in my seat. Thoughts of dead puppies and my gran flooding my mind to clear my head from any thoughts of fucking Iz in the handicap restroom. 

"I've been thinking. You should move into my place." 

Her lips let go of the straw. A dumbfounded look washes over her features. "Move in?" 

"I reckon you should."  

"I don't know if that's a good idea." 

"I don't think so." 

She laughs nervously, running her hands through her hair as I watch her intently. We spend most of our nights at my place already. It only makes sense. Even with our fight in the past, moving in seemed like the best next step for us. 

"What if we get into another big fight again? I'd be stuck for a home." 

"Don't think that way. I told you - you're it for me. I'm not going to let a fight ruin us." 

She chews on her lip as she thinks. I hesitantly reach out for her hand. Her eyes move to our interlocked fingers before looking up at me. A small smile plays on her lips, "I'll think about it?" 

"M'alright." I squeeze her hand reassuringly. This was what I wanted. I only hoped that she'd want it to. 

"Not too soon?" 

"Not too soon." I reassure her. "Practically live together already." 

"Yeah, I guess."

"Think about it, yeah? Let me know. No pressure, love." I squeeze her hand once more before letting go to hold my cup up to my lips. I use the spoon to guide the leftover milkshake into my mouth, savouring what's left of the cold substance.

A loud giggle erupts from her the moment I put my cup back down. "What?" I give her a questioning look, in which she rolls her eyes back in response. 

"You have a little something on her face." She manages to say in between fits of giggles. 

Using my tongue, I lick my lips, ridding any leftover milkshake from my mouth. "Better?" 

She smirks, "Nope." I don't even see her move her hand, it was too quick. But before I know it there's a good amount of milkshake smeared against my cheek. 

"You little-" I laugh. Using my fingers, I wipe the shake from my cheek. I lean over the table and wipe it on her nose. "There." 

 She gasps. A playful smile is on her lips, "Now I'm never moving in with you."