Arabella's POV

I lowered my head and felt his warm and soft lips meet mine. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks as our lips molded together. I slowly move my hands away from his cheeks, before moving my hands and tangle them in his hair.

He moves his arms back a bit to rest on my waste which almost seems like he could set fire to my skin.
He licks my bottom lip while squeezing my waist, making me gasp lightly, giving his tongue access into my mouth.

Suddenly it felt like the space between us needed to be gone, as if I couldn't get closer to him. Despite me being on top of him, he is in complete control.

This all just seems so unreal now that he's here. I decide to take a chance and roll my hips forward a bit, even though I'm completely unsure of what I'm doing, I know it must be good because he lets out a deep moan, which makes my blush deepen.

I break away gasping for air, Harry stands up, picking me up and placing me on the bed. He starts leaving kisses down my neck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

He starts sucking a bit on my neck, making me tilt my head more while I close my eyes . He removes his lips, blowing lightly over the mark he most likely just left on my neck, causing goosebumps to arise on my skin and making my body shiver in response.

I bit my lip holding back a small moan which he obviously picks up.

"You like that huh?" He whispered while playfully biting my earlobe. I giggled slightly, which came out mixed with a moan, making Harry chuckle as he moves his face so that his eyes meet mine.

The way his eyes connect with mine, confuses me as after 16 months together he still looks at me as if I was the only girl in the world worth seeing, which I know is not true.

He intertwined my hands with his as he pinned them above my head gently. He brings his body down slowly as he rolls his hips into mine, making a moan escape through the tight grip my teeth had on my lower lip.

"Baby." Harry says, releasing my hands making my eyes open to meet his emerald ones. "If we don't stop no-."

"Now."I say keeping his gaze.

"Now?" He asks, obviously questioning whether he heard me right. I blush and nod my head in response as I bite my lip.
"Baby I don't think it's the best idea." He says making me frown. "It's going to be hard to dance tomorrow." He continues, making a smirk grow across my face. I lean up next to his ear.

"Well then, it's a good thing that I don't have dancing for the next four days then isn't it?" I whisper while gently tugging on his earlobe, causing him to let out a low moan.

"Are you sure?" He asks with concern in his eyes, as his hand rests on my cheek as he brushes his finger over my lips.
I open my mouth gently biting one of his fingers before rolling my tongue around it with a sexy glint in my eye. He quirks his eyebrow as a smirk grows across his perfectly structured face. "I'm starting to doubt your innocence love."

"Babbyyy." I whine softly, causing him to chuckle.

"Whatever my princess wants." He says before rolling his hips into mine once again, making my head roll back.

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I lay with my head on Harry's chest, listening to his heart beat as we lay tangled together underneath the sheets.

"Mmmh" I say while Harry gently runs his hands through my hair, making me feel so calm and sleepy.

We've been speaking about what happened with the fight, and I guess we spoke though it, and now everything's sorted, which lifts a lot of weight and worry off my shoulders.

"So baby, how come you're here?" I ask him, still laying on his chest with my eyes closed.

"Well our football team is here to play in a tournament. So I spoke to Shawn who spoke to your dad who helped organize a key for me to set this all up." He says, making me smile.

"You're so cute, I missed you so much." I say, rolling on top of him as I lean down to connect our lips. He responds immediately but pulls away a bit after making me frown.

"As much as I'd love to go for round two." He says, making me blush. "My first game starts in two hours, and knowing you, you take about an hour and a half to get ready." I giggle in response.

"Oh it's tonight?" I ask as I lean my chin down onto his chest, so that I'm still looking at him.

"Yeah it is, and I'd love for you to come and support me." He says looking at me.

How does someone look so good from every angle?

"Sorry Mr Styles, I've already got a date with Mr Pillow and Mr blanket." I say causing him to chuckle deeply, making his chest vibrate against me.

"Ahh, I see how it is, don't see your boyfriend in over four months, so I've been replaced by your bed?" He says making me laugh and nod.

"Fair enough." He says before leaning forward to whisper into my ear, "but I don't think your bed can make you feel as good as I do though." As soon as the words leave his lips, my blush increases intensely.

"Oookay, I'm going to go get ready then." I say rolling off of him and walking into the bathroom.

"Nice view love." He says, making me run into the bathroom and hop into the shower.

After I'm done showering, I pull on a pair of black jeggings as well as a fluffy grey sweater and finish getting ready, while Harry finishes showering.

"Baby, how long are you here for?" I ask him from my bedroom.

"A week." He says as the shower door opens and he emerges with just a towel wrapped around his torso.

I bite my lip as he smirks, knowingly. "So are you staying here?" I ask him as I sit crossing my legs on the bed.

"Well if I can, that would be ever so lovely." He says with a posh accent, making me laugh.

"Such a dork." I say, standing up from the bed and walking over to him. I grab his face in my hands and kiss his lips quickly. "Now go get ready, I'm done before you." I say walking away to slip on my boots, making him chuckle and shake his head.

After about twenty minutes, we are now at the stadium where Harry's team is playing, and their match starts in thirty minutes.

The minute I got here and I spotted Shawn on the field, I swear I ran faster than Usain bolt to hug him, which he returned with a smile.

Obviously being Shawn, he obviously teased me saying "I see you've been having too much fun lately kiddo." And the  "You're glowing." Comment, Which made me blush and slap him across his arm which he responded with a laugh.

I don't even think I realized how much I've missed Shawn, after being with him so often over the last 19 years.

The teams are now on the field having their pep talks while I walk to sit on the stands with a hot chocolate that I just bought in my hands.

Finally after what felt like an hour, the game finally begun. I sat on the stands by myself and besides watching Harry and Shawn play, I couldn't help but pay attention to the girls around me.

"Holy hell, these NYC boys are so good looking." I heard one of the girls say.

"Yeah, I wish I could get a piece of them." I heard someone else say, which made me laugh silently to myself.

"Don't you agree?" I heard someone say to me, causing me to turn and look at the girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes next to me.

"Haha yeah." I say smiling at them.

"I'm Megan by the way." She says smiling and holding our her hand which I shake. "And that's Demi, Hannah and Samantha." She introduces everyone, making me greet all of them together by smiling.

"I'm Arabella." I say to all of them. "It's nice to meet you."

"How hot is number two." Demi says, causing me to laugh.

"That's my brother." I say laughing, causing the other girls to laugh.

"No ways, he is so good looking." She says blushing.

"Okay yeah, but have you seen number 8. That guys is...." Megan said and all the girls nodded in response.

"Now that I can agree on." I said smiling, as I watch him run across the field.

After a while, I fell into conversation with the girls about random things, and it was so nice to actually meet new friends besides the people in the company.

"So I'm guessing you're not from here?" Hannah asks, leaning forward on her legs.

"Nope, I'm from New York." I say laughing.

"Oh yeah sorry stupid question, your brothers obviously from there so I should have assumed." She says laughing.

"So what brought you to London?" Demi asked.

"Oh, I'm a part of The Royal London Ballet." I say shrugging.

"Woah that's so cool! You dance?" Samantha asks causing me to chuckle and nod.

Sooner than the game started, half time had arrived. I watch to see as Harry takes off his helmet and shakes his hand through his hair while talking to Shawn.

Shawn obviously said something to him about me, as he turns his gaze towards me and smiles. He says something to Shawn before walking over to me. I step down off the first stand waiting for him to reach me.

"I would hug you, but you're all sweaty and gross right now." I say pulling a face at him.

"Mmh you didn't say that earlier." He says smirking, making me swat his arm while he chuckles.

"Ahh Baby, you know I'm only kidding, I really do love you." He says leaning down and kissing me.

"I love you too." I say as he pulls away. "You're incredible."

"I see you made some new friends." He says smiling down at me, as a nod while smiling back up at him.

"Yeah we bonded over how perfect number 8 is." I say, making him chuckle.

"Perfect? I wouldn't say I'm perfect. Maybe hot? Sexy?" He says making me burst out laughing.

"Full of yourself much baby?" I say making him chuckle and shake his head.

"Okay well I best be going back, I'll see you after the game?" He says making me nod.

"Ladies." Harry says waving behind me at my new friends, making me laugh.

"Go now baby." I say, before he leans down and kisses me one last time, before running off back onto the field.

I turn around and burst out laughing when I see all the girls with wide eyes, shocked faces or their jaws dropped.

"I may be dating number 8." I say giggling before sitting down next to Megan again.