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I clasp Harry's hand in my own and speed walk with him over towards the exit of the airport, gesturing small waves as we leave in a rush. I know it seems cruel but I haven't seen this man in six months and it's been absolute torture; not just emotionally but physically as well - he hasn't been there to cuddle me or kiss my hand or whisper in my ear and awaken the butterflies that flutter relentlessly in my stomach. He hasn't been here for me to show him that he's mine and I'm his for the rest of our lives, so I thought why not prove that to him when he gets back.

Harry smiles at all the fans and says hello as I drag him through their wall of bodies that block us from the exit. He's such a humble and lovely man, I know I made the right choice; it's like my heart was telling me to fall for him just after our first ever encounters. My heart knew exactly what I wanted, and needed of course.

When I saw him stood there looking completely lost in the centre of the airport my fluttering stomach sank, it was a complete contrast in question but it felt oddly exhilarating. Just knowing that he felt so upset and lost because he believed I wasn't there, it just confirmed his feelings for me, even if I did feel bad when doing it.

Perrie and I got there extra early just because we were so excited, she only got back to London a couple of days ago which clearly shows her dedication. However, when I proposed the plan of 'not showing up' she didn't want to contribute, but the fans wanted to help me nevertheless. I informed them all of my plan and hid behind a small section to watch Harry's reaction from afar.

It's safe to say I got the reaction I wanted. I had it planned over and over again in my head that it would be one of those really cheesy reunions that you see in films. You know the ones where they look around, spot each other, drop all belonging and just run to their partner. It amuses me how childish and cliche my mind is, but I don't care because Harry loves me no matter what and always will.

I'm extremely excited to have him back for many reasons, but at this current moment in time whilst I drag him through the crowd of screaming girls, I only have one reason in my mind. My body is filled with complete and utter lust, no other emotion could be found within my body right now because I just need him; I need his gentle touch to be rough this one time, and his husky voice to murmur profanities in my ear whilst he takes me in more ways than I could ever imagine. I just need Harry.

We hurriedly work our way out of the exit of the airport and shove Harry's carry on bags in the boot of my car, already knowing that Paul and the rest of the team will bring his mounds of suitcases later on. I smile to myself at the speed Harry enters my car, he's clearly just as excited to get home as I am - the lust flooding his eyes so it's almost obvious. I decide to tease him just that little bit, walking slowly around the car whilst he sits waiting anxiously for me to get in.

His window winds down so I can hear his deep raspy voice, my insides clench at the sound, "Emma get in the car, now."

I obediently do as he says and rush to my side of the car, getting in and switching the engine on without haste. We're both so overcome by desire that nothing is standing in our way. We only have one thing that's taking president in our minds and that's each other. I haven't touched his body in six months and I aim to do some major catching up for the next few days. "Go faster baby." Harry breathes, laying his head back against the passenger seat headrest as his hand lies teasingly on his clothed crotch. I focus entirely on the road to stop my mind from wandering to the eventful encounters that will occur this evening; but I can't help it.

I drive quickly being sure to stay careful but still get us home in record time. I hurriedly grab the house keys out of my bag whilst Harry gets his carry on from the boot; I press the button on my car key that locks the vehicle and turn to find Harry directly in front of me, his green lust filled eyes taking my breath away as I stare intently back at them with the same wanting emotion.

Without words, my body turns abruptly towards the front door and I open it without problem, allowing Harry to walk in first so I am able to lock the door behind me. Once the door is locked I feel my husbands warm breath on my neck, his breathing becomes more challenging as he stands directly behind me - every inch of his hard body pressed directly against mine.

I melt internally against his touch, he hasn't even done anything yet and my insides are already liquifying. Both my palms rest flat against the front door on either side of my head and I close my eyes - just listening to the heaving of his lust filled pants. It makes the already low burn in my stomach ignite into a bursting flame, like a match against a rough surface.

I've missed that almost chemical reaction between us, we're both so in tune with each other that's it's admirable to others. To be so knowing of your other half, your soulmate, is an ability that others wish to have. They crave for, to be able to know what the other is thinking; I already know what Harry is thinking, and I can feel it pressing against my lower back too.

I'm roughly flipped against the door and Harry's lips attach on to mine without hesitation, the kiss being needy and rough just like I wanted it to be - he knows exactly what I want. Large calloused hands trace their way down my body landing on my behind and squeezing it unashamedly. My lips form a smirk against his lips at the notion, he's missed doing that I can tell. "Jump," Harry speaks against me, returning his lips to their previous position.

Oh how I love that sound, just the sound of his voice is enough to turn me on; that combined with his touch and warm breath is a deathly combination for me. My legs wrap around his waist in a constricting grip and he carries us both up the stairs. Each time he steps up I moan feeling his thigh brush up against the one place that needs him most. "Harry.." I whisper with nothing but complete desire, his kisses now trailing down my jaw and to my neck.

He doesn't respond to me. Instead he just places me on our double mattress and stares down at me with crazed eyes, still standing between my open legs, his strong arms and muscular back holding up his weight as he continues to inspect every inch of my needy body. "Harry." I whisper again, my back arching at his lack of touch and my legs gripping tighter around his hovering waist.

"Sit up baby." He speaks after a moment and I can do nothing but obey his words, he is in complete control of me and I don't care, I wouldn't want it any other way. Harry's strong fingers fiddle with the bottom of my shirt and lifts it teasingly slowly over my head; his green eyes concentrating on his own actions whilst I stare up at him in awe. Harry removes my lace bra with absolute ease and his hands make their way to my chest, his talented mouth coming in to use as he greedily takes hold of my nipple and sucks, erupting a moan from the back of my throat. I love this man so much, more than words or actions could ever describe - it's something you can only feel, something in your heart that takes president over everything else. This beautiful man in front of me is mine, just mine, and like a stubborn child I will not share.

Short pants leave my mouth, "Harry please." His mouth stops and his eyes flick up to mine, they speak to me as if he's concerned for me. He wants to please me but he's desperate for me to like whatever his mind is conjuring up. "Please, I love you," I beg my husband as his hands continue to knead my breasts, his thumb and forefinger pulling gently on my hard nipples occasionally. "Please, just-"

"I know baby." His quietens my heaved panting and his hand falls to my leggings, pulling them down in one eager movement along with my underwear. "You're so ready," he whispers in acknowledgement, more to himself than to me. I hastily return the favour and deprive him of his shirt, running my fingers down his chest and the muscles that reside on his newly tanned torso. His jeans are quickly second along with his boxers and I waste no time falling to my knees; but he stops me, "no baby," he utters grabbing my arm and pulling me up to my feet. "Not today, I just want you."

His lust filled eyes burn into my skin as Harry's fingers run over the curves of my body, my dainty fingers doing the same to him and tracing patterns on his toned chest. We stand there for what feels like forever just touching each other and embracing the fact that we're both bare and stood in front of the person we love. "I've been wanting this for so long Harry. I've missed you so much." My voice utters whilst I run my fingers along his chest.

"I know baby, me too." His lips caress my cheek and neck. "How do you want it?" He asks looking lusciously into my eyes.

"Rough." My answer throws him a little bit, Harry and I aren't really rough when it comes to sex but I think due to us not seeing each other for six months, we could make an exception.

"Rough?"

"I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow Harry." He smirks down at me deliciously and I automatically know he wants the same.

His hands grab me and press me against the closest wall he can find, I elicit an excited scream and return the breathless kiss he begins, his tongue invading my mouth whilst my hands feel every inch of the smooth skin on his back. Harry lifts me up once again and I ready myself, knowing exactly what is coming next; he carefully places the head of his length at my entrance and slams himself into me with astounding force, doing exactly as I asked. I seriously won't be able to walk tomorrow.

His thrusts continue brutally and I blissfully welcome the sharp pains he causes, this is what I want, a night to remember his coming home. A night to remember how perfect we are for each other and how nothing else could ever compare to the love we share for one other. The pain takes over my body, becoming more pleasurable after a few minutes of brutal thrusting, but I don't care. This is what I've been longing for.

I feel his large hands squeeze the back of my thighs as he holds me up expertly against the wall, his grunts fill my ears and I rest my head back enjoying the pleasure of his thrusts and the lustful sound of his moans as he pounds relentlessly into my sex. Without sudden notice Harry carries me over to the bed and falls down onto his back, making it so I am straddling him, our bodies still connected.

"Ride me baby." I submissively oblige and grind my crotch into him, bouncing up and down to feel his full length. I've missed this so much, this drive that I get whenever I'm around him, a complete overtaking of emotion that only he has control over. A build overtakes my body within minutes and I throw my head back, "it's okay baby, let go." Harry advises.

With his permission my back arches involuntarily and I scream his name. Harry's fingers gripping tightly onto my hips as he thrusts intensely, riding out my high. He follows seconds after, releasing into my body whilst I bounce tiredly until his high dies down.

I feel like I'm walking on clouds, the lightweight sensation creating goosebumps all over my body. Tingles erupt throughout me as I lie on Harry's chest, both of us panting for breath. "Come on," he says trying to move, "let's get you cleaned up."

"No." My head remains on his chest as he begins to relax, lying down properly beneath me. "I don't care, just stay with me." Harry's lips gently peck my forehead, a complete contrast to before.

He sighs, "god I missed you." His admission is welcoming, my smile increasing and my dimples appearing as I peer up at his from his chest. My fingers playing with the small remnants of stubble on his jaw.

His eyes don't appear lustful anymore, they're bright and content, completely admirable of me and it warms my heart. His eyes speak of nothing but love as I stare into them, and I'm reminded in that moment that I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

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- Pianogirl56