I don't even feel like reading this over so hopefully it's not too bad lol. Sorry it's been awhile and I know that a lot of you want a part 2 to the last one but I wanted to get this request from _afraidstyles7 done first <3

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"You're fucking cheating!" Tami gasped and watched with narrowed eyes as Harry laid down yet another double-score word. She should have known from the moment he suggested they play Scrabble that he would beat her by a landslide, but that didn't stop her frustration from bubbling over.

"I'm not," Harry laughed and put down the last letter in the word yacht. "It's not my fault you're awful at this game. You lose every time."

He tried to keep from grinning, teeth grazing the inside of his cheek from the sight of his annoyed girlfriend. He couldn't say that this hadn't been his intention from the start- as much as he loved winning, he loved watching her face pucker in vexation and those dimples form in her forehead even more.

"Fuck you," Tami spat. Amusement gleamed in her eyes and contradicted her harsh words, only making Harry's smile widen. He shook his head, shuffling a hand through his short curls, before scooting closer to where she sat on the floor of his living room with her legs crossed. His hand cupped her thigh and he leaned in to give a quick but lingering kiss to her temple that had her face visibly softening.

"Let me help you," he whispered and smirked. He glanced down at her tiles of letters and furrowed his eyebrows. "Let's see... what word can we make.."

Tami couldn't help but let her frustration melt away as she watched him pinch his bottom lip in thought, rolling the pink skin between his thumb and forefinger. She didn't really care about the stupid game, not when she was getting to spend some much needed time with her boyfriend after not seeing him for the past week. If losing to him at Scrabble meant that they could finally live in the same city together, then Tami figured she would gladly let him take all of the double-score spaces.

The whole long distance thing was just as hard as people made it out to be. They went to different schools, with Tami attending a university in Manchester for her history degree, and Harry going to a private school in London to study music. Even though the distance had gotten between them at first, causing them to split a few times for a few days at the most, they were getting by much better lately. They took turns taking the four hour drive to visit each other on the weekends, and did their best to squeeze in a few phone calls and Skype sessions during the week when they weren't too busy studying or finishing a ten-page paper. Sometimes it was impossible not to want more; Tami would wake up in the middle of the night and reach an arm over in search for a warm body, only to be met with the cold sheets instead.

It would have to be enough for now, though. Harry would be graduating in the fall and hopefully then they could move in together; until then, Tami would just have to settle for seeing him once a week.

"Ah," her boyfriend grinned suddenly and pointed his finger to the tiles on the board. "Look. You can make the word pillow. No double score for it but at least you're using that w you've got."

Tami blinked. "Thanks, Scrabble master," she mumbled, rolling her eyes at his smug face.

"You're welcome, baby," Harry hummed. He watched her put the tiles down and then snuck an arm around her waist, tugging her closer to his torso while wearing a coy smirk. A breath fanned over her cheek as he let his lips lower to the shell of her ear and whispered, "I quite like the sound of that."

"Of what?" She raised an eyebrow and peered up at him.

His tongue peeped out to snake over his lips slowly, briefly drawing her attention to the moistened flesh before her eyes flickered back to his. "You calling me master," Harry replied, voice reaching an octave lower than before.

Tami's eyes instantly widened and she shoved her hand against his chest just as his laughter began to ring through the room.

"You're such an idiot!" she gaped at him.

"What? You're the one who said it."

"Not like that, pervert." She scrunched her nose up in distaste to hide the blush the swept over her collarbones and polluted her cheeks. The thought of calling him that in a much less innocent situation than playing Scrabble made her blood involuntarily heat up, but there was no way she would tell that to the amused boy beside her.

"It's your turn," Tami said at the same time Harry dipped his head closer to hers and asked, "Would you like that?"

Her blush deepened and she turned her head from him. Only Harry could go from playing a competitive game of Scrabble with her on his living room floor to staring down at her with curiously dark eyes, his throat bobbing. She didn't want to indulge in his antics, but it was hard not to when he was sitting so close to her that she could feel the warmth from his pores and smell the faded mint from his breath. It was those little things that she had to go without during the week away from him, instead having to stay up at night and attempt to recreate the feel of him in her mind. Who was she to push him away now that she didn't have to imagine it anymore?

"Come on, Tam," Harry smiled, inching closer so he could let his lips brush against the skin of her jaw. His hand moved down the side of her waist to rest on the subtle curve of her hip. "Answer me. Would you like that?"

She felt his voice reverberate through her spine and she had to hold back a shiver from the feel of it, a small breath leaving her mouth. Swallowing, Tami finally turned her head to face him so that their cheeks brush against each other.

"Just kiss me, idiot," she murmured with a smile that was evidence of the fluttering in her stomach- the same fluttering that she always got when she was with him.

Harry beamed back at her before complying to her request, pressing his dampened lips firmly against hers in a kiss that instantly made both of them sigh in relief from the feel of it. She didn't think she could ever get tired of this. His lips were so warm and familiar and molded against hers just as perfectly as they did the first time they had kissed, bringing a warmth to her veins that she could only describe as home. As hard as it was to be apart from him, she knew that they would always find their way back to this- thoughtless kissing on the floor of his flat with his breath flaring out from his nostrils and his hand holding her hip tighter as his lips pressed down harder and harder, to the point that she could feel how chapped they were from his refusal to ever use the balm she gave him.

It was annoying, really, how much she liked him. She liked how the first thing he wanted to do when she came over was play Scrabble, and she liked how he had called the night before just to check if she was still going to come even though she always came, because it showed her that he thought about her just as much as she did when they weren't together. And Tami really liked how the palm of his hand felt liked sandpaper, calloused and rough, yet gentle at the same time as it slipped beneath her shirt after a few moments and pressed flat against the curve of her stomach. Harry's tongue finally poked into her mouth, hesitantly almost as if he was scared that he would get too carried away and not pay enough attention to the sweet taste of her and somehow forget it once she left.

Tami felt a quiet moan travel up her throat. She lifted her hand to his unruly hair and slipped her fingers through the thick of it, lightly digging her nails into his scalp. Harry continued to inch his hand up her shirt, his fingertips tracing over the ripples of her ribs beneath her skin, before finally making its way up to her bra and cupping over it.

Tami was eager to speed things up, but before she could he broke away from her mouth and gasped for air, a dribble of saliva still connecting them.

"I missed this," Harry licked his swollen lips and grinned. "I missed you."

It seemed like he had the same idea as she did because without giving her the chance to protest, his hands were gripping her waist and playfully forcing her down until her back met the Scrabble board and he hovered above her. The tiles flew off to the sides in a mess on the floor, and a startled squeak left Tami's lips only to be silenced by Harry's unforgiving mouth. She felt him smile into the kiss and then shove his tongue back in, a breathless laugh shared between them until it was quickly cut off by a moan. Tami moved her lips in sync with his and slid her hands up to his shoulders, her fingertips digging into the fabric of his shirt and feeling the layer of muscle that laid beneath it. She wanted to feel more of him. Just as she was about to break away and rip his shirt off, a loud knock from the front door stopped her from doing so. Harry groaned in annoyance and lifted his head.

"Shit," he panted and his eyes flickered to the door. "I wonder who it is."

Tami rose to her elbows. "Go check. Quick."

He nodded and began to lift himself up from the floor. Tami's eyes drifted to the apex of his thighs and widened when she saw the prominent bulge there.

"Um," she suppressed a laugh and grabbed his forearm, tugging him back down. "Actually, I'll do it. You stay here."

Harry looked confused for a moment before he followed her gaze to his dick and understanding swept over him. He flashed her a sheepish smile, which Tami simply rolled her eyes at as she stood up to her feet and then paced over to the door, leaving him alone on the floor with his erection.

"Hi," she greeted breathlessly as she opened it. Her fingers quickly ran over her hair to make it look less like she had just been making out on the floor, but then stopped the moment she saw who was in front of her. Tami didn't know who she was expecting to be at Harry's door on a Saturday night, but when her eyes landed on the leggy, stunning brunette before her, she couldn't help but be surprised, her eyes widening slightly. She wasn't usually the type to compare herself to others, but it was hard not to as she took in the sight of the impossibly high cheekbones and cerulean eyes that stared back at her; she was beautiful, to put it simply.

Tami frowned.

"Hello," the girl offered a smile. "Is, um, Harry here?" Her eyes flickered past Tami.

"Well, he.." Tami cleared her throat and tried her best to ignore all the questions running through her head- what did she want? How was it possible to be that pretty? And then the biggest one being, how did Harry know this girl?

Instead, she settled with, "What exactly do you need?"

Tami gripped the door in her hand and leaned against it. The brunette parted her full lips and then paused, as if contemplating whether or not to answer her. "I... came to get my clothes," she finally said, shifting awkwardly.

Of course, that was all she had to say for Tami's heart to slam against her chest. Her teeth gritted together and her fingers pressed harder into the wooden edge of the door, and suddenly the lingering taste of Harry's mouth on her tongue felt bitter and she wanted to wash it away with soap. She came to get her clothes. She probably had left them there after thoughtlessly stripping from them while on her way to his damn bed.

She was on the verge of spitting out some hateful words to that beautiful bitch's face when a hand pressed into the small of her back.

"Oh, hey Carla." Harry's voice came from behind her. The sound of it made her spine stiffen.

Carla's face seem to light up when she saw him, her eyes darting past Tami. "Hey, Harry. I just stopped by to get my clothes, you know.. from the other day."

"Yeah, Harry. Why don't you go get her clothes for her," Tami gritted it out dryly, not giving either of them the chance to say anything before spinning on her heel. Anger flooded through her veins, mixed with a sense of jealousy that she had never experienced before. Maybe it was because Carla was stunning, with her luscious locks of hair and bronzed skin and perfectly threaded eyebrows. Or maybe it was because her conscience was already convincing her that while she had been laying awake at night missing Harry, he had been with someone else.

"Tami- shit, it's not like that," she heard him say from behind her but ignored him. He swore under his breath in frustration and mumbled something along the lines of give me a sec to Carla before padding off to his room.

Tami wiped the back of her hand against her mouth and stormed back to the living room, stepping over the Scrabble board that she had been pressed against only minutes ago. She was seeing red behind the moisture building in her eyes, and she didn't dare look behind her as she began to grab her purse and belongings from the couch. She really didn't want to cry. She didn't want to be that girl who looked like a fool, crying over someone who didn't even want her, while he was probably finding the whole thing amusing. She didn't want to be weak.

But it was so, so hard not to. Tami had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek when Harry came back from his room a few moments later, clothes in hand. She finally turned around and watched as he said something to Carla, running his hands through his hair and practically shoving the door in the girl's face after handing her the clothes. Then he turned towards Tami, shoulders slumped and face fallen when he noticed the flush of red to her cheeks.

"Baby-" he gulped, stepping towards her. He looked horrified, from the way his hands clenched and unclenched, to the darkening of his eyes that darted around nervously. He was certainly a good actor. "That's not... that wasn't what you're thinking it is, I swear."

Tami huffed out a breath. She couldn't hear this. She never thought she would have to. "Don't, Harry. I'm pretty sure it's exactly what I think it is."

"No, it isn't! Let me explain."

"Explain?" she nearly laughed. She shook her head and took a deep breath. Part of her wanted to burst into tears and beg for him to tell her that she was assuming wrong and that nothing had happened. But the more stubborn part of her urged her to send him a cold glare, hurt and anger swirling in the depths of her eyes. "There's nothing to explain. You were obviously with her, Harry. Her clothes were in your goddamn room!" she shook her head and growled. "So much for fucking 'missing' me, huh?"

Harry frowned. He figured that's what she was going to think. His fingers played with his bottom lip anxiously and he released a heavy sigh. "She has a boyfriend," he said carefully, trying to choose his words in a way that wouldn't have her stomping to the door and leaving.

He clearly had failed, though, because Tami's eyes flew open wider and she scoffed. "You're disgusting."

He quickly backtracked, wanting to smack his palm against his forehead. "God- fuck. Not like that! I didn't do anything with her. She has a boyfriend and he's in my ethics class," he continued on, words tumbling quickly out of his mouth so he could stop whatever ideas were probably going through her head. Harry took another step closer to her and his face softened. "I don't know him that well, really, but they were both at a party I went to last week. They got really drunk and some guy spilled his drink on her clothes.. I let them both crash here for the night and gave her one of my shirts to wear while I washed her stuff."

Tami struggled to keep the coldness in her eyes from the way he was staring at her. Even though the honesty was clear in his eyes, it seemed she still felt like being stubborn. She crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out a breath. "So.. she wore your shirt then?"

"Yes," Harry admitted, gently nodding. "I was just trying to be nice. I wasn't going to let her sleep in clothes that smelled like tequila."

"Why not?" Tami mumbled childishly. She rolled her eyes, but Harry knew that she already believed him from the way that her shoulders relaxed and her lips tucked into her mouth, slightly embarrassed for her short outburst.

Harry let out a quiet laugh and finally stood in front of her, confident that she wouldn't try to push him away now. She was still glaring at him, with her chest rising and falling with each breath she took and her eyes lined with redness. His chest tightened with guilt at the though of her thinking he had, for even a second, wanted someone else; he wanted to tell her that he could never do that, that it wasn't possible for him to even look at another girl the same way he did her because she had stolen his eyesight. He was blind when it came to anyone else, and if anyone ever kissed him all they would taste was her name on his lips.

But he didn't tell her this; instead, he lifted his hand up to her cheek and caressed her temple with the pad of his thumb, letting his touch speak for him. He sighed and watched her pucker her lips.

"You're a bit ridiculous," he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead on hers. Her muscles were still tense with frustration but he could see the light in her eyes peaking through.

"Me? I'm not the one who had someone else's clothes in my room," she bit back. She turned her head from him and held her chin up. Harry smiled at her stubbornness and slid his other hand to her hipbone, rubbing circles over it.

"So you're ridiculous and jealous, then," he noted.

"And you're a dick," she retorted petulantly, eyes flickering up to his in annoyance.

"Maybe so. But I'm a dick who loves you," he said slowly, and dipped down to brush the tip of his nose against her cheek, softly sighing. "I don't want anyone else. You should know that."

Tami swallowed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Show me then," she licked her lips and leaned away from him. Her fingers touched his chin to forced their eyes to meet and she bit her lip. "Show me, Harry. Show me you want me and... and not her."

Tami gulped down a breath and searched his eyes, a minute of stillness passing by that was thick with the residue of her anger, like the calm after the storm except for she knew that as he closed the gap between their bodies and tightened his hold on her hip, there was more to come.

"I can do that," Harry nodded, and then he buried his hands in her hair and crashed his lips to hers, breathing hard against her lips.

He understood exactly what she needed because he needed it, too. His hands were everywhere in a blur of desperation; in her hair, stroking her sides, gripping her hips, squeezing her breasts, trickling down her back. His hands were wandering and his lips were searing hot, his tongue pushing past her lips with an urgency that made his kisses from before seem lazy. Their mouths were opened against each other and she whimpered from how rough his lips were, nipping and sucking and silently scolding her for being so goddamn ridiculous, thinking that he didn't want her when his heart was already beating fast against his ribs just from kissing her.

Harry pushed her back into the wall and moaned hotly when her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, desperate to hold onto something so that he wouldn't slip away. Tami needed to know he was there, with her and not with Carla or anyone else, even though they both knew he easily could be if he wanted to given the fact that they lived in different cities and went to do different schools. But he didn't want to. Harry wanted her, and he wanted all of her, from her tongue to her swollen lips to her soft stomach that he pressed his hands against while slipping them under her shirt. He wanted to have her all the time and he planned to the second that he graduated from uni.

"You're so..." Harry panted when he broke away her mouth but didn't finish because he was quickly distracted by her neck, nuzzling his face into it and attaching his lips to the exposed skin. He suckled just over a vein that pulsed beneath his tongue and earned him a whiny moan from Tami, whose fingers twisted around in his hair until it almost hurt, and her back arched against the wall.

Her breathing was so ragged that she had to swallow several gulps of air to control it. Her knees felt weak and on the verge of buckling from the feel of his hot tongue massaging into her skin, the breaths that flared from his nostrils fanning over the damp trail left behind and cooling her skin.

She thought about Carla, against her will. She thought about him pinning her against a wall and kissing her full lips and making her beautiful face twist in pleasure. With that, Tami yanked at Harry's hair so he pulled away.

"I want you, Harry," she demanded breathlessly with an edge to her voice. "Now."

Harry responded by kissing her again and slamming her further up against the wall, hands holding her waist. "Okay," he said against her mouth, teeth nipping at her bottom lip and his hands moving to her thighs. He lifted her up, winding her legs around his torso while harshly grinding his hips into hers with enough force to make her spine bruise against the plaster. She yelped and gripped his shoulders fiercely. His tongue licked at her lip where his teeth marks were etched into the splotchy flesh, soothing his bite before slipping his tongue into her mouth and kissing her slower this time, languid strokes of his wet muscle against hers that contradicted how his hips were slamming against her.

She could feel him through his jeans. Moaning, Tami reached for the zipper and yanked it down so his pants pooled at his ankles. She then took his erection out from his briefs, making Harry hiss. Keeping his mouth on hers, he followed suit and reached for the zipper to her pants, fumbling around with it for a moment before quickly growling frustrated.

"I can't fucking get it," he mumbled into their kiss, and gave a sharp squeeze to her hip to signal for her to do it instead. Tami sighed impatiently, but did as she was told, quickly tugging down the zipper of her pants and kicking them off to the floor. Harry shifted her legs around his waist and held her up higher against the wall, neither of them bothering to take off the rest of their clothes as his movements caused the tip of his cock to brush against her center. They both sucked in a breath, lips parting just enough for them to gaze at each other while Harry fully sunk into her.

It was all a mess of teeth and scattered kisses and quick thrusts. Tami felt like she could barely breathe as Harry fucked her against the wall, one of his palms slamming against the plaster by her head while the other clutched her bum to keep her up, his hips meeting hers in rapid succession. She let out several moans that seemed to be drowned away by the sounds of their skin slapping together, and if it weren't for Harry's steady grip, she was sure that she would have melted to the floor at his feet from the feel of his breath pooling at her collarbones and his cock driving in and out of her.

Harry bit down at her shoulder and groaned hoarsely, "I can't believe you thought... I could possibly want her." He dug his fingertips into her skin and his chest pressed impossibly close to hers so she could feel the heavy beating of his heart. "How could I? Fuck... How could I want anyone else when you feel this damn good?"

Tami could only reply with a helpless whine because a familiar heat was spreading through her, slowly at first but increasingly getting more intense with each thrust of his hips. She cupped her hand under his jaw and drew their mouths together again, though she missed a bit and ended up kissing the skin just beneath his nose. Neither of them seemed to mind as Harry laughed a little and smiled and then pressed his lips fully against hers. They kissed and kissed while his hips became less coordinated, the struggle to hold back his release consuming him.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispered into her mouth when he noticed that her nails were scraping his shoulder blades. He winced and shifted his hold on her, taking a pause in his thrusting to make sure her legs were securely around him.

Tami nodded feverishly, gasping. "Yes, I think- I, I'm just close. Please- oh God." She felt like she was going to burst if he didn't let her finish, her orgasm sitting right on the edge. All it took was another sharp thrust from Harry, his length striking particularly deep inside her to the point that she swore could feel it in every single part of her body, each one of her limbs shaking with a feeling so strong that it made her choke out his name.

He kissed her cheek and did it again, whispering sweet things in her ear while she convulsed in his arms and whimpered and came around him, all of her anger from before completely replaced with the overwhelming sensation that wracked through her.

It was strange how only minutes ago she had been haunted with the thought of him touching someone else like this. But now, as Harry sponged kissed to her cheeks and forehead and nose, and came in hot spurts inside of her, Tami knew that he could never be with anyone else like this. Somehow she knew that each kiss was just for her, and that he wouldn't ever be spluttering out someone else's name as his eyes screwed shut and his chest heaved, no matter how far apart they were.

When her breathing finally quieted, Tami smiled lazily up at Harry and let her legs drop from his torso, feet meeting the floor. She grabbed his cheeks and pecked his lips, massaging the end of his back while he caught his breath and rubbed his eyes, lips smacking together from how flustered his climax had left him.

"Hey," Tami whispered, tugging at the end of his shirt to guide him over to the couch. He followed her on wobbly legs before collapsing onto it and pulling her down with him, letting their legs entwine and his softening cock lay on his belly while she curled into the side of him. Her head rested on his chest and he stroked his fingers through her hair.

"Hi," Harry finally breathed, craning his neck to look down at her. She almost thought he was going to kiss her from the endearment that was in his eyes, but instead he smirked contently. "Still don't believe me?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly, laying her hand on his stomach. "I did believe you, I just felt like playing hard to get."

"Well, you're annoying then," he replied with a grin, grabbing her hand and kissing each of her knuckles. Tami coughed to hide her smile and laid there quietly for a few minutes before speaking up again.

"Harry?"

He hummed in response, playing with her fingers and staring at how neatly they fitted in the slots between his own.

"Do you think we're going to be okay? You know... until you graduate," she asked softly. She couldn't help but think back to how she hadn't listened to him at first, and how if she had been just a bit more angry and stubborn then maybe she would have foolishly left him...

"Of course," Harry said easily, as if he was stating that the sky was blue, or that water is wet. "I'm not going to let anything happen."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded with a confidence that Tami wish she could have and gave a squeeze to her hand, before glancing at her with a playful smile that showed the dimples in his cheeks. "Who else is going to play Scrabble with me?"

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