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Harry refused to let me leave his side, constantly having an arm around me as we maneuvered through the crowd of people. Mixed drinks were held in our hands as we now sat at a table with all of Harry’s close friends and family. This consisted of almost twelve people. I placed my drink down onto the table, then wiping my hands off on my skirt. Harry’s mother smiled at me from across the table, to which I smiled back before looking back down.

“Are you alright, love?” Harry asked as he leaned closer to me.

I looked up at him, nodding and smiling before he came down and kissed my cheek. I was so tired, and it was so hot in this place that I’m sure I sweat my make-up right off. The drink I had was in fact cooling me off a great deal, making the hot reception more bearable.

We had been here for almost two hours now, and knowing how tired Harry was, I was almost eager to get things going. I waved over one of the managers, motioning her down to I could whisper in her ear.

“We need the cake, and the floor needs to be cleared.”

She nodded, patting my back as she went off. It was planned that I was to sing happy birthday to Harry, but at this point in time I was thinking over my decision, and I was actually very nervous for it. The loving idea seemed like a bad idea the longer I thought about it. The drink in my glass swirled in my grasp as I listened to everyone at the table converse, but I was far too busy trying to perfect my own thoughts. My eyes looked over to the now clearing floor, and that was my queue to go.

I stood up, downing my drink in hopes it would allow me to gain some confidence, and leaned down to Harry.

“I’m just going to use the bathroom, okay?”

Harry turned his face to look at me, his nose nearly touching mine as he did this. I smiled at him, lightly nodding as I waited for his agreement.

“Okay,” He said.

I stood fully and went to walk down the stairs. Harry’s hand grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me back to him. I lightly laughed as I complied, leaning back down to see what he wanted.

“You’re so fit; every guy in here is eyeing you.” He said as he looked at me. “I need to make sure they know you’re mine while I have the chance.”

Before I could decline Harry’s bold statement his lips crashed into mine. I didn’t pull away as he did this, as it was exactly what I had been craving, but when his hand slid down to my lower back I reluctantly turned.

“We need to get out of here.” He almost growled. “I can’t handle you right now.”

I smirked, standing up and straightening out my skirt. “With patience comes great reward.” I winked as I set out to the floor.

I turned to look back at the table, only to find Harry was still watching me. I winked at him as I laughed, turning around and fixing my hair out of a nervous reflex. I walked all the way to where Harry’s cake was being held, and talked to the staff about what was going to take place.

The plan was that everyone would be called to the main floor, and Harry would be presented the cake. As all this would be taking place, I would be positioned on stage directly in front of him, and then I would begin to sing to him.

We waited five minutes before they were sent out to the floor. I listened as they called Harry up. I could just imagine how he was acting without me being there, be probably feared that I would miss out on something big.

Little did he know.

The crowd had gone silent as they presented him with his cake, but once they had finished, the floor lightly shook at how loud they cheered. I watched through a small crack in the door as the lights went out, the large sparkler on Harry’s cake burning slowly, a large 22 placed in the center of it all.

With that I walked out, quietly making my way onto the small landing with my microphone. I began singing as the lights gradually got brighter, but became nothing more than a soft dim.

As I sung, Harry looked at me, his smirk making my stomach flip. I took the song slow, being sure not to show how Harry just looking at me sent me off the edge. He refused to break eye contact throughout the whole thing, and as short as the song is, it felt like I had been there forever.

As soon as I finished, I walked down the steps, going directly to Harry. I pecked him before throwing my arms around his neck. I kissed his jaw twice before I pulled away, showing him to his cake as everyone clapped again. Harry held me tightly as everyone around us sang to him, cheering once more as they finished. The sparkler burned down, and the staff came out to serve the cake. We were told to all take a seat, and the cake would be brought around to us.

Harry held my hand tightly as we walked up to our table, only releasing it as I took a seat.

“Every time, Amelia. I swear, you never fail to amaze me.” Harry said as he looked at me. “Is there any more surprises I should prepare for?”

I shrugged, “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

There weren’t any more surprises, but I liked to keep Harry on edge as much as possible. Harry smiled at me after I said that, leaning in and closing the space between us with a subtle kiss. As soon as Harry’s friends and family returned, Harry had become slightly more distant, but his hand remained on my leg.

As soon as the cake came around, everyone at the table rushed to get a slice except Harry and I.

“Have some cake.” I pushed on Harry’s shoulder, trying to get him to stand. “I picked it especially for you, please.”

He looked over at me, to which I shot him a small pout. With this action, Harry was out of his seat, and getting a piece of cake. I smiled widely at him as he came to sit back down, placing the cake onto the table in front of us.

“We need to share.” He said as he pulled off a piece with his fork, then putting it into his mouth.

I watched for a reaction, and was granted immediate satisfaction as his eyebrows raised. He nodded his head at me, taking off another piece and bringing it towards my mouth. I complied, trying it with him. I had to admit, I did a fine job of picking out cakes, and Harry seemed to think so too.

We shared the cake until we were finished, and Harry’s family seemed to find it very adorable. I blushed when they talked about it, never really being one to show PDA. When I did this, Harry’s hand went to my back, running it soothingly before I sat up again. Harry’s mother smiled at me again, rubbing my arm as she did so. She always had a caring touch, never failing to make me feel shy around her.

“You two are just too cute.” She smiled, making me turn and smile at Harry who was already looking at me with loving eyes.

Two glasses of piña colada later, Harry and I had excused ourselves from the table and made our way outside. The building had grown extremely hot, and although I tried to cool myself, no matter how many cold drinks I downed I couldn’t seem to accomplish anything more than becoming slightly tipsy. That was the end for me; I refused to drink more than I already had. The last thing I needed was a replay of what happened in Canada.

As we entered the cool night, I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight now, and the heels on my feet were bound to leave me with some blisters. I leaned against the brick wall, letting the cool breeze to fan my face. I exhaled at how relaxing the air was against my skin, I felt myself shiver at the contact, goose bumps starting to rise on my arms. Harry seemed to ruin that for me as our time outside grew longer.

Standing in front of me, he dipped his head down to my neck, lightly kissing a line up to my jaw. My hand grabbed at his torso, taking his shirt between my fingers. His nose nudged mine as he kissed me, leading it to become a make out session. At the back of my mind, I prayed that no one would walk out and find us like this, but at the same time I didn’t really care.

Harry’s cold hand went to the back of my neck, holding it lightly as we continued. His lips worked softly against mine, feeling almost like silk on my sensitive skin. He pulled away, leaving a kiss on the side of my mouth. I felt my lips tingle, and I knew they were becoming swollen from our sudden contact.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Harry said, his dimple sinking in as he waited.

I nodded, leaning up as kissing him once more. The feeling of his lips was one I would miss three days from now, so I had to get as much of them as I could.

Harry placed his hand on my exposed back, leading me in and shutting the door behind him. We went to nearly everyone in the venue, telling them that we were happy they came, and that we had to leave early. There was no reason given for our early departure. As we said good bye to the boys, Harry received all kinds of looks and nudges from them. I went to Alyssa, hugging her good bye. As I did so, she whispered, “Get some.” I glared at her as I pulled away, feeling my cheeks rise with a heated red as I turned back to Harry.

He asked if I was ready to leave, and I didn’t hesitate to tell him I was more than ready.

We called for a car to come get us, and waited again out in the cold air. Harry joked around as we stood there, bumping his hip against mine as he quickly pecked my head. He told me about all the things he did while I was absent, and made sure to stress how sad he had been without me. When the car arrived, we sat quietly in the back, I looked out the window as Harry’s hand rested on the lace of my skirt. The drive was short, lasting no more than 10 minutes before we arrived at the hotel. Small crowds had gathered near the door, but when I told Harry to go sign things, he declined, saying that we needed to get inside. I laughed as he said this, covering my face as I stepped out, speeding the door, and avoiding the flashing cameras.

Upon entering the dark hotel room, Harry wasted no time in pushing me onto the bed. I laughed as he nipped at my sensitive skin, kissing the tingling section once he finished. I turned my head over, allowing him to continue while I was busy taking his curls between my fingers. 

“You have everything, don’t you?”

Harry kissed me once more before he hurried to his bag, searching through each pocket. He did this for a few minutes before he turned to me.

“I don’t have any, do we really need them?”

“Harry I-,”

He sighed, “Nothing will happen this time, my love. I assure you.”

I searched his eyes and saw nothing but honesty, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Harry would take care of me, and so, I nodded at him. He walked back over to the bed and hovered over me placing his hand on my waist.

“Only if you’re sure…”

I touched his cheek and nodded softly, “I’m sure.”

“I promise we will be careful Amelia,” he said leaning down brushing his lips against mine, “I just need you.”

“Me too,” I said finally connecting our lips.

His tongue danced against mine as things got more heated and I held his shirt tight in my hand as he trailed kisses all down my neck. He grinned against my skin before lifting himself to get rid his shirt, then kissing me deeply and reaching around to remove mine as well, only breaking our lips to get it off. Soon enough, both of us were in nothing but our underwear and I felt myself begin to grow nervous.

 Everything up until this point was so quick and heated that I was starting to think this was a bad idea. I was still so scared after the incident, and I thought about it so deeplythat I didn’t even notice when I had stopped kissing Harry.

He looked down at me, but he didn’t even need to question what was going on in my mind. He rubbed our noses together lightly, softly stroking my cheek with his thumb. He whispered to me how much he loved me, so quietly it was as if someone would hear him. But I knew these words were only for me to hear, and it brought me back to the reality that I was okay with this. 

Bravely, I reached down to play with the waistband of his boxers, and when I finally began to push them off Harry’s breath became heavier in the midst of our kiss. He moaned lightly when we were both unclothed fully, and our skin touched sending sparks through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to close whatever space was left between us, and he whispered he loved me before I felt him begin to move into me. This shocked me at first, but it was soon replaced with the pleasure, I tugged at his hair lightly and he moaned softly. His pace quickened and I held him tighter to me, the feeling of our skin tingling against one another.

The pleasure was building inside of me and I was fighting to let it take over but Harry wasn’t allowing me to wait.

“It’s okay, my love,” he whispered into my ear, “you can let go.”

The euphoria took over me, and it felt amazing. Harry kissed my neck and came closer to his finish when he felt me come undone beneath him.

“I love you,” I breathed.

“I love you so much,” he said moving his head from my neck back to my lips to kiss me.

The kiss was deep and passionate, and before I knew it Harry carefully pulled himself out of me and let his high take over.

*

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and Harry. Shifting the blanket further up my back, I realised I was still naked, and the memories of last night came flowing through my mind, making my cheeks heat up.

I didn’t know just how badly I wanted Harry until then. He had a way of shifting my mood so quickly and so forcefully, I barely had time to think things over until everything was already happening. But I didn’t regret it, not one bit.

It amazed me how close I had become to Harry. He was my first, and I was positive he would be my last. I remember when we met, and I was so fragile and afraid to be with another man. I believed that all men were like Erik, that all men were horrible beings, horrible beings who used women to their advantage. But, being with Harry for a year of my life has changed me, it turned my world upside down and sideways in a matter of seconds, but it was exactly what I needed. Allowing Harry into my life, letting him see every aspect of me both good and bad, had turned out to be the best risk I had ever taken. I remember when I met him; it was so obvious that he was the only one for me. I knew it right away. And with my small amount of hope, I gave myself to him entirely- and he did the same to me.

I never thought that I would end up with a man as magnificent as him.

“Baby,” Harry’s hand shook my shoulder gently. “I got food.” He kissed my nose, “Let me see those eyes.”

With his words my eyes immediately fluttered open, squinting as the light from the window shone onto my tired face. Harry smiled, kissing the side of my mouth before combing my hair out of my face. He left his hand to rest on my cheek, lightly rubbing at the bone as he continued to smirk at me.

“How are you feeling?”

I nodded, “Good.” My voice was raspy, thick with the tiredness I held inside me.

Harry smiled again, kissing my head. “That’s good, are you hungry?”

I nodded again, shutting my eyes as my hands rubbed at them. As I wiped them one last time, Harry had climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips over the covers with his clothed legs. He leaned down, taking my tired body into a light hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking in his scent as I did this. Harry exhaled on my shoulder,

“I love you.” He whispered. “I don’t want you to leave me again, especially not on our anniversary.”

I sighed, I knew that I was leaving on our one year anniversary, but upon leaving my schedule with my manager I was left with no other choice.

“I’m sorry.” I held him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

He kissed my neck lightly before pulling away to look at me. He smiled, shaking his head slightly before he spoke.

“You don’t need to worry,” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “We’re having our anniversary today.”

I smiled at him, nodding at his improvise. My hands went to his hair, running my fingers through the curls as I just looked at him.

He smiled back, looking at me with such depth I couldn’t look away. “One year ago today, I made the best decision of my life. You’re the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I’ll love you forever.”

“Forever.” I concluded.

Forever.