four | i'm really fond of a lazy (morning)

"Liam, Liam love, you gotta get up."

An angel is talking to me. That's what's happening right now, because it's way too much to handle in order for this to be real life.

Did I die last night?

I look around, and the entire room is too bright for me to open my eyes.

"Hnngh?" I turn to the voice, realizing that it's only Harry, I did not die, and we didn't fuck last night. God dammit. I just fucking fell asleep in his arms, too mesmerized by his promising words and the sweet ecstasy he managed to fit in with it. That sly bastard totally cheated me out of sex.

I'm about to get up and confront him about how he cheated me out of some good fun and lead me on to think we were getting freaky, but when I see his morning wood, I know that's exactly what he's waking me up for.

"I..." he gives me a side smile and I smirk, "you know."

"What's got you so rock hard this early in the morning?"

"Other than being a man," he rolls his eyes, "I happened to wake up with my dick right up against your ass."

"Lovely."

"And you know, I regret not having sex with you last night."

"So what, you wanna do it this morning? Before I eat?"

"They say morning sex is good! It boosts your immune system!" Harry protests, "And I just--look at this..."

He pulls off his shorts to reveal a more defined raging boner and I cover my mouth, because never in my 21 years of being alive and gay as hell have I seen a dick that thick standing tall and proud before me.

"Please," he whines, pushing himself towards me, "I need you."

And just that desperate 'I need you' sets me off the edge. Harry reminds me of a whiny hormonal teenage boy in this moment, but it just tips me over, turning me on to no end. The way his messy morning hair falls across his face and daintily touches his pink parted lips reminds me just how goddamn irresistible Harry is. (I mean, I spent a night in his house and I'm about to suck his dick. You'd have to be pretty damn irresistible for me to go that far with someone after just meeting them.)

I nod hungrily (irony), not even registering what's going on as I pull down his boxers and let him spring out in front of me.

"Fuck..." we both whisper. Him, because warm dick to cold dick is one of the most irritating yet pleasuring feelings. Me, because I can't believe my first time with Harry is going to be in the morning, before I've even eaten a hearty breakfast. And no, I will not be counting this as a pre-breakfast meal. Sex is nothing compared to food.

I look down at him innocently, taking him in my hands as I kitten lick his slit. His voice cracks as a moan slips out. He grips my own messy morning hair, trying as hard as he can to not push me down to hard or too fast. I take it that he wants more and comply, not really in the mood for foreplay.

Inch by inch I take him in my mouth, easing my way up and down his throbbing cock. His hand tugs at my hair tighter as his back arches, shoving his length farther down my throat.

"Shit you're so good," he whines, slowing beginning to thrust. I suppose he thinks that I'm not virgin (which is correct) so I just blow it off (ha, what a pun) and go with the flow.

But he pulls me off of him and tilts my chin up, kissing me softly and sweeping all the precum from his girth that ended up in my mouth, into his mouth.

"Oh my god," I cringe, "you're nasty."

"Hey," he smirks, "ain't no one said it's a sin to taste yourself."

"Do I get a taste?"

"You want one?"

I find myself nodding eagerly (why? I don't fucking know) and dropping down again, taking his full length once again. He moans, louder this time as he reaches down to stroke my cheek. I feel him twitch in my mouth and whimper quietly as my grip on his hips tightens.

"Liam--Li--I'm gonna--"

And then he's clenching his eyes shut as he explodes freely into my mouth. My eyes roll back at the sight of him and the feeling of his cum shooting down my throat. It was short lived, but it was the best fun I've ever had pleasuring someone.

"Shit," he whispers, pulling out of my mouth, "that was good, god you're good at this."

"And to think, I've only been fucked once."

"Well that's gonna change by the end of this week."

"What?"

I swear I hear him say it under his breath, that he's gonna do it by the end of this week. But he mutters a quick 'nothing' as he changes his boxers. I shrug it off, knowing that I'm right anyway.

"Alright," he says, turning to me as I look through his drawer for a new shirt, "what are you hungry for?"

"Whatever you wanna make."

"I'm not cooking," he smirks, "not feeling it today. Although I am an excellent chef."

"If you were really an excellent chef, you'd be cooking right now."

"Touché," he mumbles, a glimmer in his eyes as he leaves the room to order us breakfast. I stay there, on my knees as I look where he's just walked away in a daze.

What have I gotten myself into?

-

"I saw you eyeing the mural last night, would you like to go take a look?"

I nod once I drink my last bit of tea. For some reason, tea has never tasted better. Maybe it's because I was so hungry and my throat was dry from blowing Harry, but either way I have never enjoyed the hot beverage more.

"It looked cool last night. So cool, I'm kind of concerned that it won't look as great."

"You're a sassy package, aren't you?" Harry asks me teasingly as he opens the door to the backyard, his head darting left and right before he moves out of the way and let's me go out. He's so attentive to his surroundings.

"Not sassy, just not a person to be messed with."

"Either way, I like it. It looks good on you."

"Right," I smile, turning the corner and arriving at the destination of the mural. It barely resembles a classic name wall; the brick covered with names scrawled in permanent marker.

"Who signs?"

"Everyone that comes here," he says, "I figured you'd like to sign too."

"Wait, all these people have come here?"

"Yes; when I host parties, I invite the town. Anyone that comes can sign."

"Whoa," I whisper, looking at the thousands upon thousands of names, "is there even any space for me to sign?"

"Always," he says, pointing to a spot up high. "You could go up there?"

"Ha," I laugh, "sorry but I can't do that. I'm not a giraffe."

"Are you implying that I am?"

"Yes."

"Alright alright," he laughs along with me, "come on, I'll give you a boost."

He leans down and my eyes widen. Why am I getting on his back? I'm going to crush him, no doubt.

"My upper body is stronger than you think," he laughs again, "come on, please?"

"Fine fine," I murmur, sitting on his shoulders. He hoists me up to where the empty spot is and I swear I almost fall. I squeal as I tilt back, but he grips my thighs and keeps me steady.

"Here," he throws me a red marker, "use this."

"Thank you," I remark, writing my name in huge capital letters. I want it known across the board that I was here. I didn't put my last name, but being a part of that wall regardless left me with a warm feeling in my tummy; someone would remember me here and recognize later on.

"How long has it been since you've had a party?"

"Ages," he smiles, probably reminiscing on the memories, "but I like having little visits here and there better now."

"Hm, interesting."

"It is."

"So when do you stop?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He questions me, and I shrug, getting off of his shoulders and looking up at him.

"I mean, when do you stop moving? Everything in motion comes to a stop eventually? From a rolling ball to a single life," I explain, "when does your movement cease?"

"When I find a compelling reason to settle down."

"When will that be?"

"Is it crazy that I feel like I'm looking at it?"

I blush as he pushing me up the wall gently, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter shut as my hands reach up to caress his cheek. Before I can get into it, he's pulling away.

"You're crazy then." I tell him before dodging his arms and sprinting back inside, leaving him alone with a smirk undoubtedly on his face.

-

"More international coverage? Tsk tsk Liam, keep your promises."

"Shush," I immediately regret calling Zayn, but the past 24 hours have been so interesting I couldn't pass up the chance to talk to him, "remember the guy?"

"Enigma?"

"Yeah yeah," I say, "his name is Harry."

"Harry...?"

"Styles, Harry Styles."

"I've never heard of him in my life."

"I wasn't expecting you to? Anyway, I'm in his vacation mansion, because he says it's just a house but I've never seen a house this elegantly beautiful, but right now I'm sitting on his roof and I blew him this morning after kissing him last night."

"Wait wait wait wait," Zayn keeps saying wait until I stop rambling and the two of us are silent.

"Roof?"

"I know right!" I squeal, "Okay but listen, I don't have much time because he should be up here any second but I just wanted to tell you--"

"I'm already here."

I jump out of the chair I'm sitting in, turning to Harry, who has two glasses of water and a smug look on his face.

"Who's that?"

"My--Zayn?"

"Who's that?" he chuckles, sitting where I had fallen off.

"My friend I, Zayn I have to go, he's here now."

"You sure? You seemed pretty invested in that conversation about me."

"Zayn I--"

"He sounds hot Liam, does he have friends?"

"Zayn--"

"Hey hey! Ha--"

"Bye!" I hang up quickly and set my phone to the side, getting up off of the ground.

"Smooth like butter," he taunts me and I roll my eyes, sitting beside him on the beach chair.

"Nuh uh," he grips my hips and places me on his lap, "I sat on this chair for a reason."

"Oh my god," I whine as Harry lays back down and holds me close to him. Knowing there's no way to opt out of this, I simply let him wrap his arms around me and smother his nose into my neck.

"Tell me more about you Liam Payne."

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything and everything."

"My middle name is James?"

"Other than that! Tell me more!"

"I don't know!" I laugh, turning to him, "It'll all come out as time passes by!"

"Who can determine how much time we have?"

"You're so morbid!" I exclaim, smacking his chest, "You make it sound like I'm never gonna see you again after this..."

He gives me a sad smile, suddenly leaning down to kiss my forehead softly.

"You're too naïvely beautiful for your own good Liam."

Harry's scaring me now, with his talk about the future and never seeing each other again. We're going to keep in touch, life isn't going to push us away.

"Be happy," I say, kissing his nose and he bites his lip, "Life isn't all that bad."

"Life is bad and good at the same time. I look at both aspects in the face, and accept it."

"Well what's so bad about this?"

"That it could all fall apart in a matter of seconds, and I could have no control in it."

I feel him breathe heavily behind me, and try not to get too emotional. Turning back to face away from him, I set my attention on the setting sun. The day passed quickly, and I'm happy I spent the end of it on the roof again. It's beautiful up here. But it's been nearly two days since I met Harry and I'm already swept up in what seems like The Bachelor in Spain.

None of this can be healthy; our sudden connection to each other. But maybe this is what love at first sight really is. Not just passing by someone attractive and thinking 'damn, I'm gonna marry them'. Just the desperation to be near Harry could obviously contribute to the love at first sight conspiracy.

I just don't know who's going to be the one at a loss by the time my trip is over. I want to keep in touch with him, maybe ditch everything in the United Kingdom and travel the world with him, experience a little bit of a more exotic side of myself.

But will he want that? This is where the crossroad is; I don't know what he wants. God, love is so hard. The fact that I'm thinking about after my trip so frantically (and it's been two fucking days with Harry that led me to these thoughts) makes me wonder why someone as enticing as Harry has taken over me with such a force.

I seem to be asking myself that every day, and the more I ask, the more I manage to be convinced that this isn't just a one night stand to me. Harry means more to me than just a guy passing by. I don't know why I'm so overwhelmed with these childish feelings with such a short notice, but I can't but wonder why it feels so right. I've never been in love before, but the way Harry looks at me alone makes me feel better than anything. The feeling tops all past relationships, all affection I've had towards anyone. But I can't be falling in love, not after two days and most definitely not with someone that could practically be a stranger to me.

But I am, and that can't happen.

I wonder if he feels the same; so utterly conflicted, yet attached, all at once. Like his feels are going to make him collapse, and fall through the cracks of the Earth. If he does, I hope he speaks up soon. Not feeling like I'm the only crazy one could really help me out.

We lay there for awhile, in the same place we were as the city lights up while the night falls. It feels like déjà vu (which it is), laying here with Harry as yet another day passes us by. Another day in paradise (because as of right now, this vacation didn't feel right until I sat down next to him in the Museu Picasso).

"Nothing we have in life is deemed to stay Liam," Harry begins to talk in a somber tone, his breathing suddenly calm and soothing as he continues, "it isn't about what stays, it's about how we choose to let it go."

"In which case, we're never going to be safe," I say, "no matter what, we're never gonna be safe from what shit life throws at the two of us being together."

"But we're safe here," he says suddenly, squeezing me tight, "we're always gonna be safe here."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because no one is here but the two of us."

"This talk took a depressing turn."

"Sorry, I'm an emotional person. I don't exactly get to express it a lot."

"Why not?"

He sighs, running his hand across my body as he leave continuous kisses on the side of my neck. I feel myself twitch and breathe in sharply as he begins leaving bites around neck. Harry presses a firm kiss to my collarbone before he answers me.

"Running gets in the way."

whoooo steamy...
at this point, i'm writing a chapter a day, which is new for me.