***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of Saving That For Later Darling***

Harry has been touring for nearly 7 months. He took a short break between December and February for the holidays and his birthday. He's been back at it again since March. I tagged along for the first leg of the tour; it was the best time of our lives.

We spent every moment we could together and saw as many sights as we could along the way. This last month I couldn't come on tour because I was busy with my own schedule. The time off from work I took during the first leg of the tour was well needed, and dare I say deserved. Inevitably I had to get back to my responsibilities.

Harry begged me to continue the tour with him. He insisted that I didn't need to work, and that he was more than capable of financially taking care of me. Although his heart is in the right place, I've never had much of a chance to be independent. I lived a sheltered life, but now that I'm a grown woman I crave my own independence.

Working and having money that I've earned on my own is important to me. And although Harry hates it when I'm away, he emotionally supports me and my decision to continue my own career. I couldn't ask for anything more from him, he's simply amazing.

I've taken a few days off work to visit him as a surprise for our anniversary on April 14th. I'm so excited to see him, and I even get to watch him perform in Glasgow tonight. I guess it doesn't really matter what city he's in, because I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be seeing much of anything outside of the arena, the car, or the hotel room.

I've missed everything about being with him; the laughs we have, the quiet moments alone away from the chaos, the touch of his fingers, the tenderness of his lips, and being completely one with him. My body is starving for his touch, it feels like I've been on a hunger strike, and I'm now close to my eminent death. My survival is dependent on contact with him, and there are days it can be hard to breathe without it.

The only person who knows about my surprise visit is Harry's assistant, who also happens to be my best friend. We got extremely close when I traveled with him last time. I had a lot of moments to myself when he was either performing or doing other tour related things, so Jessie and I spent a lot of time just the two of us. It's inevitable to become close to anyone when you spend that much time together, especially when you have so much in common.

I could have been jealous of her being so close to Harry every day when I'm so far away, but it really doesn't bother me. Not only does she get the job done, and very well I might add, but she's probably the most trustworthy person I know. I completely trust her with Harry, and he knows that.

It's not that I can't count on him to be faithful, but I know how women shamelessly throw themselves at him and he knows that it's important for me to have someone I can depend on by his side. More importantly, she knows where he is at all times, but you couldn't pry that information out of her even if you tortured her like a wanted terrorist. Keeping that information confidential keeps Harry safe. She's like a vault, and without a doubt I know my secret is safe with her too.

***

I've arrived at the SSE Hydro which is where Harry's performance is tonight. My taxi drops me towards the back entrance of the building where I'm meeting up with Jessie. One of Harry's security guys immediately recognizes me when I step out of the car.

"Lexi, what are you doing here? Harry didn't tell me you were coming tonight. It's so nice to see you, let me call him on the radio and let him know you've arrived."

"No, James don't call him please. It's a surprise for our anniversary. I've texted Jessie, she's on her way out to get me."

"Oh, I see, well tonight should be entertaining." He winks at me devilishly. "I'll make sure that Harry has extra security. No one in or out of his dressing room unless instructed by me. I got your back Lex."

"Thanks James, you're the best."

I kiss him on the cheek then I hear a high-pitched squeal coming from the door, it's Jessie.

"You're here, oh my god I've missed you so much."

She picks me up in a huge hug and twirls me around, which is easy for her to do because she's six inches taller than me.

"Let's get you inside, it's cold out here. H just finished up his meetings and he's relaxing in his dressing room. You ready to surprise him?"

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous though."

"Probably because you know he's going to destroy you tonight." She cackles charmingly.

"JESSIE!"

"What? Give me a break Lex we're not twelve, and you know damn well what he's going to do to you when he sees you."

"No I don't, that's what I'm scared of. We haven't been away from each other for more than a couple days since we started dating. What if he doesn't want me here? What if there's some girl in his dressing room with him right now?"

She stops in the middle of the hallway.

"You've got to be kidding me, right?" She shakes her head at me. "Look, you have nothing to worry about. He misses you and he would give anything to have you with him every day. I can guarantee that he'll make his time with you special, he always will. And two more things; do you think I'd let any other girl near him, and if they did come near him do you think I would keep that a secret from you? Lex we're best friends, and if he did anything like that to you, I would've hurt him by now. When I finished with him it would be newsworthy, trust me."

She hugs me tight while smoothing my hair away from my face.

"Let's go get you to your man, ok?"

***

Before I have a chance to knock on the door my phone buzzes. It's a text from Harry.

Harry: Hey Babe, Happy Anniversary. I'm missing you right now. I'm alone in my dressing room. Wanna Facetime?

I look at Jessie and mouth the words, shit what should I do? All she does is shrug her shoulders and wave bye to me, leaving me standing here all alone.

Me: Happy Anniversary my love. Give me just a minute baby and I'll call you. I'm not really in a private place right now.

Harry: Oh, so it's going to be that kind of Facetime call?

Me: You wish Baby, you have a show in a few hours. No distractions!

Harry: You're so bossy! I can do what I want.

I knock on the door quietly.

Harry: Hold on a second someone is at the door.

I shove my phone back in my purse, and I can hear him yell for me to come in from the other side of the door. I walk in the room and Harry doesn't look up; he just sits looking at his phone most likely waiting for me to respond to his text.

"Sorry Jess, I'm about ready to call Lex. I'll be out to take more pictures with my fans and sign autographs in a bit."

I walk slowly towards him on the couch, my hips swaying more seductively the closer I get. When I'm in Harry's presence I'm always more confident, feeling sexier then when I'm on my own.

"That's a bummer, because I was hoping we could take some videos to watch later. We don't have a sex tape yet, do we Love?"

His body jolts upright in his seat.

"What the fuck..."

His eyes shoot up from his phone and land on my face. His jaw drops, and he completely freezes.

"Surprise, Happy Anniversary."

I cock my head to the side with a silly grin.

"Lex, what the...you're here. How?"

I kick off my heels before running over to him and climbing on his lap.

"Jessie helped me, I wanted to surprise you. I couldn't be away from you on our anniversary. I just couldn't."

A grin creeps onto his face, his hands are resting under my bum and he gives a little squeeze and then he tangles his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck. Raising his hips, his quickly growing erection rubs against my center. He has an insatiable sex drive and it doesn't take much effort on my part to get him excited.

His lips crash onto mine, his tongue devouring the taste of my own as he grinds up against my core. I groan into his kiss, whining his name breathlessly. I pull away from him to gather myself. I scan my eyes over him, up then down, I want to take in every bit of his beauty.

"Baby, what are you wearing?"

He giggles quietly.

"It's a kilt Darling."

"Ahhh, I see we're going to do a culturally appropriate theme for each show now?"

"Nah, not every show just giving the crowd what they asked for. Remember last year's show?"

"How could I forget? You're such a tease." I mock him trying to impersonate his accent. "I'm saving that for later Darling."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and starts laughing.

"You know you love me, and my jokes I might add."

He says in between nibbling on the virgin flesh of my neck. His tender fingers slip in between our bodies and he gently rubs over my clothed sensitivity. And again, I try and push him away before the intensity of this situation gets more heated than I can control. He doesn't like to have sex before a show, it's important for him to stay focused. However, tonight he doesn't seem to care what he does. He pulls me closer, sliding his fingers underneath the thin material of my panties.

"Mmm, I dare you to try and say you don't want me right now." His fingers are slowly gliding over my folds. "Damn you're soaked already."

"Of course, I want you." His thumb puts pressure on my clit, and I gasp for air. "Of course, I can't say that I don't want you, but baby..." I whimper. "It's your rule, no sex before a show."

He whispers quietly against the wet skin on my neck.

"No one said anything about me actually having sex. But I sure as hell can fuck you with my fingers if I want."

"Oh fuck Harry. Ahh damn..." My body is writhing under his touch.

Harry places both of his hands on my hips and lifts me off his lap with ease. He takes a few strides to the door securely locking it, then quickly returns to my side. He kisses me wildly with all the passion he can muster. I can feel his length growing harder, resting against my body. He's eager with need, his words come out as a growl.

"Damn baby I've missed you so much. Wanted you so bad. I've been fucking my hand every night in bed, and before and after every show. It's never good enough, I needed you. Did you miss me? Did you take care of that sweet pussy for me? Hm baby?"

I'm panting, and the words dare to stick in my throat. Thank god my desire is stronger than my characteristically coy nature.

"Oh, fuck yes, every day. I missed your touch, missed you inside me. I would have given anything to have your tongue diving into me, your heavenly mouth eating my pussy. I wanted to sit on your face Baby."

He groans helplessly into my ear.

"God damnit Lex you're not making this easy on me. I don't know if I can restrain myself much longer. I have to at least touch you; I need to feel your warmth pulsing around my fingers. Please, let me make you feel good."

His voice is coveting and thick causing my breathing to become labored. My heart is beating so fiercely that I can hear it pounding in my ears.

"Harry I can't resist you. Fuck me with your fingers, give it to me now."

His perfectly pink tongue glides along his lower lip. A menacing grin spreads across his face before he abruptly rotates me pressing his chest against my back. He leaves wet kisses down my neck and sucks frantically where it connects with my collarbone. The groaning against my skin vibrates electric pulses from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. The experience is pleasing him just as much as it is me, he cherishes the act of pleasuring me.

Slowly he unzips my dress then his nimble fingers unclasp my bra. He gasps as he watches my dress slide to the floor along with my bra which I shrug off my shoulders.

Without hesitation he bends me over the table which is covered with all the items he always lists on his backstage rider. The force knocks water bottles and fresh fruit to the floor. Grasping the waist of my knickers they're yanked down and I'm ordered to step out of them, then he tosses them aside. He grunts into my ear.

"God damn your ass is so pretty. You ready for me to fuck you with my fingers Darling?"

My voice shudders, my head is dizzy, and forming complete sentences is damn near impossible.

"Oh...fuck...yes...please."

Slowly his ring and middle finger enter my pussy at the perfect angle. He holds them steady, cupping my heat grinding the heel of his palm against my dripping folds.

"Baby please don't tease."

Again, I'm begging for the touch that I've been deprived of for a whole month. He devilishly laughs in my ear, as he forces them quickly inside me with all his power.

"You want it like this Kitten?"

I nod, throwing my head back in this beautiful bliss that's rushing through my body. My legs get weak and I'm unable to control my movements. He curls his fingers to reach the place inside me that he's memorized with little effort.

"Like that Lex, I know you want me right there. You want me to take you to your nirvana?"

When he brings me to my peak, that's what he calls it. It's his seductive wordplay expressing how much he desires being my attentive lover, he doesn't just want to give me an orgasm, he wants to take me to a place where only that pleasure exists. Thus, he calls it my nirvana. 

"Yes Harry, it's all yours please don't stop." He pushes faster and harder. "Oh, my fucking god."

"Ride my fingers Baby. God damn your body looks so fucking sexy when you slide back onto me like that."

He rubs his cock against my ass again.

"Baby, you're gonna get your kilt dirty if you don't stop rubbing on me." I pant wildly. "You're not going to be able to control yourself. Oh fuck, you feel so good."

"I don't fucking care. You're purring for me Kitten, can you come for me? I want you to scream my name. Please it's all I wanna hear right now."

He circles his thumb over my clit repeatedly. My muscles start to contract around his fingers and my entire pussy is throbbing against his palm.

"That's it Kitten, give it to me."

A euphoric wave begins to course through me starting at my center radiating outward in pulsing motions.

"Oh fuck, jesus Harry. Don't you stop. Don't...fucking...oh my god! I'm cumming...ahhhh!"

My eyes are rolling back and I'm screaming, although we both know I can be heard outside in the hallway, we don't even care.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck you're amazing."

All my final words are long and drawn out. My vision is hazy, and all I can see is radiant colors screaming around the room. Yes, you heard that right, I'm so high I can hear the colors screaming.

"Mmm that's my good little Kitten."

He holds me steady as my orgasm circulates the entirety of my body which is causing massive aftershocks. My pussy won't stop throbbing.

"Damn baby, I can still feel you shaking. I guess I did a good job, eh?"

I pull my body to stand up straight and wrap my arms around his shoulders to steady myself. He takes his fingers sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"That was more than just a good job my love. That was absolute perfection."

I look down and nod towards his crotch seeing how prominent his hard on has become.

"So, what are you going to do with that?"

He smiles as sly as a fox.

"I'm saving that for later Darling."

I bite my lip trying not to giggle, because although his repeated line is cheesy, it sounds sexy as fuck rolling off his tongue.

"I don't know how well that's going to work out for you."

Someone starts banging on the door.

"Fuck off, I'm busy."

"C'mon Styles, your fans are waiting."

He grits his teeth to keep his composure.

"Give me two minutes, for fucks sake."

"Alright, you got it boss."

He connects his lips with mine caressing my tongue gently.

"Now, where were we?"

I give him a quick peck on his lips.

"Contemplating how you're going to make it through an entire set without some sort of release."

I've managed to put my clothes back on my sweaty body, and he pulls me flush against his own.

"No worries Love, I got this. It'll give me some motivation on stage, knowing what I have to look forward to."

He sits back on the couch straightening up his kilt and black button-down shirt, followed by getting dressed in the rest of his outfit. I grab a brush trying to make him look like he hasn't just literally fucked the life out of me with his fingers just moments ago.

"You look so fucking sexy in this thing. We may have to take this one home with us and role play."

He smirks on his way into gently kissing me.

"Anything you want Darling."

He grabs me by the hand bringing me back to the table he bent me over, the one he gave me the most incredible orgasm on. He picks up a traditional Scottish sporran that's hanging over a chair and fastens it around his waist.

"Is the sporran necessary Harry?"

He giggles and kisses me gently on my neck.

"Of course it's necessary. I didn't get my snack before the show."

He reaches down and rubs his hand back and forth across my clothed pussy, implying that it was supposed to be his treat.

He quickly grabs a couple pieces of fruit shoving them inside.

"Really? A banana Harry?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"And an orange. But hey, the banana...like I said before just trying to give the crowd what they want."

"You really are a tease." I smack his ass and kiss him intensely once more. I grab another banana from the table before he turns away. "Wait Baby."

I slowly peel it, seducing him with my eyes. His body is frozen while he watches my actions. My tongue slowly wraps around the fruit which is habitually known as a phallic symbol. I take it one step further by wetting my lips and sliding the banana in my mouth pretending it's his cock. I let out a small moan.

"Woman, stop it you're not playing fair." He rubs the front of his kilt trying to relax the growing erection underneath. "You're the damn tease."

I giggle mockingly.

"Just wanted to give you something else to remember while you're performing. Something else to motivate you to come back to me."

"God damnit, you're in so much trouble when I get my hands back on you."

I decide to taunt him one last time by crawling my fingers under my skirt and into my underwear.

"Mmm I'm still wet Baby..."

"LEXI!"

"Don't worry, I'm saving that for later Darling."

He can't help but smile and hum when I place my fingers on his tongue for a taste.

"Yeah, it's settled. I'm ruining you when the show is over."

"That's what I was hoping for Harry. I love you...and Happy Anniversary."

"Love you too Darling, and thank you for my anniversary gift. Couldn't have asked for anything better." He leans forward pecking me on the lips and whispers in a commanding tone. "You better be here waiting for me when I come back. Or there'll be hell to pay young lady."

"Anything for you my love. Have fun and give them a show they'll never forget."

A/N There will be a possibility I will write a part two for this story. What do you think? Thank you for reading and commenting. Make sure to vote if you enjoyed this one shot. Thanks babes!