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I woke up to gentle kisses being placed all over my cheeks. Sleep, all I needed was to sleep, and I felt a thousand times better already.

It took me a minute to realize I wasn't in my apartment and I was actually in England with Harry, who was also the one pressing kisses to my face. “Okay I let you nap almost two hours and dinners here, so I need you to wake up now.” 

Holy crap, two hours. I sat up quickly and looked around, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and pulling my hair back into a bun. “Wait, did you sleep at all?” I wondered, looking over to Harry who had stood to pass me my slippers.

“I wasn't too sleepy since I slept the whole way here,” he shrugged. “My sisters here and my grandparents want to meet you.” I was just about to complain that I had no makeup when he smiled at me, pushing my cheeks together to press a kiss on my lips. “You're so beautiful, what the hell.”

“Stop.” I giggled putting my arms around him.

“No, you're gorgeous. Why am I so lucky?”

I was blushing for some reason. “Stop Harry I'm gonna get all red in the face. Stop being cute.” His cuteness was going to be the death of me, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his hands coming down to my ass and the sound of his deep voice speaking to me right in my ear.

“Make me.” 

“I will don't tempt me.” I pressed my lips to his neck but gasped at the feeling of his hands sliding into the back of my leggings, his palms slowly pulling the flesh apart and squeezing it harder, causing goosebumps to run up my spine.

“Boy if you don't behave-”

“Call me daddy.” he teased sending a sharp slap to my ass once his hands were out of my pants. “You never call me that anymore, miss it so much, princess.” It was getting harder (no pun intended) to think clearly when Harry was now kissing up all on my neck.

His family is in the next room.

His family is in the next room.

Fuck it I can be quiet.

No, I can't.

“Baby, we can do this later when everyone is asleep.” I pulled away from him and gave him a quick kiss. “You need to stop teasing me.” he looked down like he wanted to say something but just quickly shook his head as we were interrupted by the sound of someone calling for Harry in the kitchen.

Gemma, Harry's sister who I had met before, came up to hug me as soon as she saw me. She had black hair this time, very different from the last time I saw her. I took a seat beside Harry's mom as she served me a plate of food. Harry, who kept trying to adjust himself discreetly under the table, sat beside me and began talking to his grandma about me. “Nan, this is Bonnie! We're in a relationship!”

Nana turned and reached over to smack Harry on the back of his head. “I'm old, not deaf you wanker. Sit up straight and elbows off the table," Harry straightened up and gave me a side-eye. “Lovely to meet you, darling, aren't you a cute young thing.” she reached over to pinch my cheek.

“It's lovely to meet you as well. Can I call you nan?” she nodded and smiled gently.

“I'd love that, you have such a beautiful face, what are you doing with this old man?” she looked over at Harry. “Why do you have such dark circles, you're not even thirty yet.” he sighed but not like he was annoyed or hurt, but almost as if he had heard the same thing over and over again and had become bored of it.

Grandpa didn't say much and according to Gemma, he wasn't much of a talker. He and nana were polar opposites but that's how they worked out so well. 

“So, I know you haven't seen much but what do you think about England?” Gemma asked.

“Oh, it's so green here. It was really nice of what I did get to see.”

“Hope the rain didn't turn you off compared to California.” I shook my head quickly.

“Oh, I love the rain actually.” I bit into the chicken on my fork and listened to everyone talk over each other. I suddenly wasn't sure if I was slow or they all just spoke really fast, but I was having trouble understanding their jokes. Already I could hear Harry's accent returning to him throughout the day from talking to his parents and although I loved it, it all was mixing together into one.

“So are you two living together?” The room became quiet as Harry's dad asked a simple question.

He was directing it towards me since he was making eye contact directly at me. “Oh, not yet,” I answered nervously.

“But I thought you two lived with each other already?” Gemma looked at her mom.

“Oh, we did-”

“But they broke up for a while and Harry moved out.” Anne reminded Gemma.

“You two broke up? Why?” Harry's dad asked.

“We just needed time to grow up a bit. It was only a month."  Harry finally spoke up.

“Wait how did you two even get together? Wasn't there a weird transition between best friends and dating?” Gemma wondered aloud. Again it felt as if all the attention was on me because everyone was waiting for me to answer. How do you answer that question? No, it wasn't weird because we were already having sex.

“No, not really, I guess when the feelings are there and you meet someone who is willing to learn to be a better version of himself and respects me the way Harry does; someone who takes care of you and makes me want to be a better me, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.” I shrugged. "Loving Harry feels so natural."

They all looked in awe and all I heard was Gemma say quietly to Harry, “I see why you love her so damn much.”

*

Christmas was tomorrow morning and I was excited to give Harry his gifts. We promised to only bring one thing for each other and I had gotten him a new ring to wear.

After we talked and had a few glasses of wine, everyone went to bed and Harry and I went to cuddle to keep warm. He seemed a bit off but he claimed to be fine. "Just excited for Christmas Eve." 

"Are we eight or nine hours ahead of California time? I want to call my mom in the morning to wish her a Merry Christmas." I did the math on my fingers and told myself to call her tomorrow at five. Harry looked down at me and smiled, shaking his head as if he thought something was hilarious. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. It will make sense tomorrow." I raised an eyebrow. "Remember we say happy Christmas.” 

I nodded quietly, still feeling like he was hiding something bigger than just a surprise. I didn't want to ruin a surprise so I tried to think of anything else besides whatever it is he was hiding. Although a few thoughts ran through my head about what my surprise could be, I decided to just ignore them. So instead of overthinking, I rolled over on top of Harry who opened his eyes in surprise.  “Do you want a blow job?”

Harry's eyes widened and he let out half a laugh mixed with a gasp. “Remember when you wouldn't even touch my dick let alone tell me you wanted to touch my dick.” I nodded. “I've corrupted my little piece of heaven.” 

“Yes, you did.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. “You've been so good to me lately, calming me down when I became a spaz and all that.” I looked down to play with the hair on his chest, running my finger along with the ink from his tattoos.

“You're not a spaz, it was a lot of traveling and the new environment surrounding you. The holidays can make you crazy anyway.” I nodded looking up at him. Right now in this position of me laying on top of him, it reminded me of something important that had happened just last year.

“Huh? Do you know what Saturday is?” he gulped and nodded. 

“The anniversary of when we confessed our feelings to one another.” This caused me to smile big before kissing his lips this time.

“You remembered.”

“Of course, it's one of the best days of my life.” I pressed my hands to each side of his face and kissed him almost a dozen times on his face, pushing myself up to sit on him and pulled off my shirt, watching his eyes widen. I came back down to kiss him again, the warmth of his chest against mine brought the heat to my core. How he had this effect on me, I didn't understand?

“I really love you Harry, and honestly, I feel like I'm never going to love any other person like this.”

“Well I sure hope so.” he suddenly spun us around to have me pressed down against the bed, quickly reaching into my underwear and cupping my heat. “Bet no one else can get you this wet, and I haven't even done anything yet.” The tension from earlier came back so fast and within a few seconds, we were naked and making out under the blankets, attempting to stay quiet so no one would hear us. I wasn't sure how thin the walls were in this house, but we were the only people downstairs and I couldn't hear much from anyone else.

I was on my stomach as Harry entered me from behind. One hand holding himself up while the other wrapped around my neck. “Good girl.” he praised me for not being loud. I was better at this quiet thing now. He began thrusting into me slowly, building up his rhythm but not being too rough since the bed had a slight squeak to it.

I wasn't a big fan of having sex in other people's homes, but I was already feeling my body shake and fall into a state of pure euphoria. “Daddy…” I moaned, falling into the pillow to keep my sounds quiet.

“You feel so fucking tight.” he shifted his body to kneel behind me, lifting my hips up in the air and giving a hard smack on my ass. “Are you close, princess?” I nodded quickly feeling his thumb come down to circle my other entrance, before pushing in slowly and causing my body to shiver. “Good?” We hadn't tried out actual anal sex, but I definitely enjoyed an occasional finger or toy back there. Harry also seemed to enjoy it so I told him he could do it if he wanted to.

“So good…”  All at once I felt my insides turn to mush and my orgasm taking over. I felt my body squeeze him and my vision went white for a bit before I collapsed down onto the mattress. “Baby?”

“Yeah?” I turned to get on my knees and reached for his cock, taking it and licking up the side before engulfing it into my mouth. “Fuck…” he moaned, pushing my head down farther, taking a hold of my hair and moving me faster against him until eventually his hips jolted forward and he finished. Spurts of cum coated my tongue and caused Harry's eyes to roll back.

When I pulled away, his lips were on mine and I was back against the mattress being kissed all over with the occasional terms of endearment. I looked over at the clock and smiled. “Happy Christmas,” I whispered.

“Happy fucking Christmas,” he whispered, falling on top of me in exhaustion.

*