I'm going to hell for this. :)

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Something tickling my lower stomach, a hot air fanning my lower abdomen tentatively, is what begins to pull me from sleep. I don't open my eyes, a low grumble leaving my mouth as I scoot closer to the warm pillow pressed against my cheek. Nuzzling my nose against it I get a whiff of vanilla and faint cologne, one that I easily recognize. At this, I carefully peel my eyes open only to blink rapidly at the brightness of my room. Squinting at the pillow I'm hugging, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion before I begin to move when a weight on top of me keeps me from doing so. I force myself up on my elbows, the blanket that was covering my naked chest now falling lower until I rip it back.

There, once again Harry had seemed to scoot further down the bed in his sleep to use my stomach as his personal pillow. I had noticed the past few nights he had slept over the recent weeks, that he did this quite often. I wasn't bothered by it though and instead my lips twitched into a small smile as I watched him, his cheek pressed to my stomach again, lips in a cute pout and eyebrows pulled together just slightly. His hair was sticking to my skin and subconsciously I reach down to brush some of it back from his forehead. His arms hugging my hips tighten and he begins to stir, mouth turning just below where my belly button is. I try to stifle a laugh when he nuzzles his nose into me, breathing in before his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones.

He slowly opens his eyes, green eyes staring at my skin before his gaze flickers up to meet mine. A slow smile graces his lips, dimples cutting his cheeks and eyes swollen with sleep. "Good morning."

"Morning." I say with a small smile and he rests his chin on me, fingers brushing my hips soothingly. He stares at me fondly, the sweet grin still on his face.

"How'd you sleep?" His voice was raspy and my stomach flipped at the sound of it along with his breath fanning my belly in the process. As I watch him I'm suddenly reminded of my naked chest but I don't move to cover myself. His eyes are only on my face, staring up at me in innocence as if he didn't just have himself buried in me last night.

"Good, I always do when you're here."

"Aw," he grins widely. "That's sweet." He teases and I roll my eyes, flicking his nose as he scrunches it playfully in response.

"Keep teasing me and it'll be the last sweet thing you hear."

"Mm, I love it when you threaten me."

I laugh, my stomach shaking in the process that causes him to shake with me as well. "You're so strange."

"You love it."

I smile down at him, saying nothing as I laughed once more. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pushing the messy strands back. He closed his eyes, a content small smile on his face as his hands resumed them caressing on my hips. We lied there in silence for a few minutes, saying nothing as we lightly touched each other. His hands would slip down my thigh, rubbing small circles before gliding their way back up to my hip. It was so soothing I could fall asleep to it.

"We should get up." He finally said after a few minutes, opening his eyes as my hand fell down to his cheek. I lightly cupped it, gaze falling onto a bruise I suddenly noticed below his jaw. My face must of showed my confusion because Harry had turned his head and placed a kiss into the palm of my hand, moving to hold it in his instead. "We're going out."

"Hm?" I looked back at him, the curiousness about how he got that bruise vanishing when I saw the excitement on his face.

"You and me, we're going out today."

"No," I whined, tilting my head on the bed and closing my eyes. "I'm so comfy. Can't we just sleep and watch movies all day?"

"No, we can do that another time."

"But I don't want to move."

"Well you have to."

"Says who?" I grumble.

"Says me. We're going on a date."

I open my eyes, arching an eyebrow as I stared down at Harry. "Oh are we?"

"Yes." He nods firmly, a grin on his lips. "I'm taking you out."

"Hm," I tap my chin. "Is that your way of asking me on a date? Telling me we're going on one?"

"Yep."

"Then no." Harry's mouth drops at this but I see the clear amusement in his eyes, my own lips threatening to pull into a smile. "You didn't ask me the right way."

He laughs against me but rolls his eyes, the grin never leaving his face. "Fine. Will you go on a date with me?"

"I don't know, I have to check my schedule..." I say, a slow smile appearing on my face when Harry narrows his eyes at me. The wide grin disappears and a smirk replaces it, head tilting as he pushed himself on his hands until he was hovering over me. His hair hung around his face, gaze filled with mischief.

"Don't tease me Em."

"I might be busy." I stare at him seriously and he sends me a glare, to which I laugh and quickly raise my head enough to plant a peck against his lips. Dropping back into the pillow, I see he's grinning again.

"Busy? Doing what? Lying in bed?"

This time it's me glaring at him. "Are you criticizing the way I like to spend my Sunday's Harry? Because if you are you can kiss that date goodbye."

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my cheek but I turn my head the opposite way. Stubbornly refusing his lips only for him to put his mouth to my neck. I fight to keep my smile hidden, warmth spreading my body when he nibbles lightly and slowly sucks. "Kidding baby," he mumbles against me, tongue poking out to sooth his suction.

"Sure you are." I joke, biting my lip and he moves his kisses further down. Lips kissing the swell of my breast before giving my puckered nipple one lick. I inhale quickly, turning my head to look down and see him wrapping his pink lips around it. He sucks it lightly, my head tilting up as a low whimper escaped me. He swirled his tongue over it, slowly flicking as a wave of pleasure spread through me. I could feel myself getting wet and I bit my lip as he let go of my nipple, tongue licking a line to my abdomen. Descending further, he kisses the span of my stomach with slow care, hands sliding down the curve of my waist.

It isn't until he reaches my pelvis does he look up, gaze dark and showing his want for me. His tongue poked out to lick his bottom lip slowly, eyes holding mine when he bit into it right after. I clenched. "Maybe I can persuade you into letting me take you out."

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?"

He didn't answer. At least, not with words. No, instead he slowly pried my legs apart and held them in his grip, pushing them into the mattress. He watched me the whole time as his hand rubbed light circles on my inner thigh, dangerously close to where I was throbbing. He only broke our eye contact when he suddenly disappeared from my view and then, I gasped when I felt the flat of his tongue. Pleasure shot through me as he licked slowly, arms wrapping around my thighs to hold me there. It took a lot of my strength to push myself up on my elbows before I looked down, getting turned on even more when I saw his head of curls. Eyes and nose on plain view while his mouth worked me. I moaned out when he flicked his tongue against my clit, hips raising to his face.

He opened his eyes then, the force of the lust and desire in them practically pinning me back down into the bed. He moved his tongue in circles against me, eyes taking in every single one of my reactions. One of my hands fisted into the pillow beneath my head while the other tangled itself into his hair. I gave it a light tug in response to him nipping me lightly, a groan vibrating into me right after. Bucking my hips up again, Harry reached to cup my ass, holding me up mid buck before I could rest against the bed again. He lapped at me quicker, raising himself on his knees as he held me up to his face like he was a starving man eating for the first time. Most of my weight was on my shoulders while my legs dangled over Harry's forearms but the position combined with Harry's mouth was making it hard to breathe.

He must have noticed my struggle because he moved to grip my legs, not removing his mouth from me as he brought them to hang over his shoulders. The action caused me to slide down from the pillow, my head now resting on the flatness of my bed. But the change in position also brought his mouth closer. His tongue deeper, and I was staring at him like he was a god as he plunged his tongue into me with growing speed.

"Fuck," I cursed, hands splaying out beside me as I desperately tried reaching for something. Anything. I found his thigh further down and dug my fingers into him, earning a moan in return that went right through me again. "Harry." I whimpered and he pulled back a moment, the slick sound of my arousal drifting to my ears as he licked his lips and brought his tongue back into me.

I raised myself higher, pressing my weight into my shoulders as I arched up. Harry's gaze held mine as I did before my eyes rolled back. The pleasure was too fucking good and I couldn't even remember anymore how this had started in the first place, but at that moment I didn't really care.

"Harry," I gasped when he moved his tongue with a newfound speed, pulling my hips impossibly closer to his face until his nose was pressing into my clit. "Oh god, yes yes yes." I was chanting, my ability to think gone by now that word after word kept flying out of my mouth. Some not even English.

My thighs involuntary tightened around his head, but I quickly loosened my hold when I thought I'd hurt him. Harry immediately pulled his mouth away from me enough so I could hear him. "Wrap your legs around my head Emmeline."

"I could choke you." I said breathlessly, heart pounding when he gave me another slow lick. Those green eyes steadily trailing down the length of my raised body.

"So choke me then, baby." His voice was husky and I felt myself beginning to quiver, just the sound of his voice nearly bringing me to my orgasm. "I want you to."

With that he dove right in again. Tongue plunging right back into me with no warning, tongue swirling and flicking. He held my hips tightly, ring clad fingers glinting in the light and top pink lip resting against my hood. My hand on his thigh slid up further until I felt his hardens length, my hand blindly wrapping around it. I gave him a few slow pumps and he moaned into me again, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they flew open when I moaned loudly. My hand around him stilled, sliding down to his base as I let it rest there limply. His hands encouraged me to buck my hips against his face, eyes staring at me with intensity. The sight of him going down on me like this was too much for me. I could barely take it. And when he gave one hard suck and moved his tongue with increasing speed, the knot inside my stomach snapped. My legs locked around Harry's head just before it hit me and I held him there as I came, a loud moan reverberating off the walls. My body arched up into him, legs around his head shaking and my fingers moving to scratch at his lower stomach. He continued to lick me through my orgasm, and even after I released his head from the hold of my thighs he was still going at it. My body was shuddering and I lay spent against the bed. Eyes closed and head tilted against the mattress, a low whimper came out when his tongue moved up to my slit to slowly caress me. Licking away my juices until all I felt was the wetness of his tongue. He placed a open mouthed kiss to me before slowly crawling back up my body, head hovering over mine.

He bent his head, lips brushing my cheek before he trailed slow kisses towards my ear until he stopped. "So, will you let me take you out on a date now love?"

I breathed in deeply, chest still rising and falling quickly as I reached up and clasped my hands behind his head. Fingers slipping into the curls at the nape of his neck as I laughed breathlessly. "Fuck yes."

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I jumped when I heard a loud scream, my hand that was holding the eyeliner pencil nearly poking my eye out. I blink rapidly, pulling back from the mirror before I stumble across my room to run out into the hallway. I make a beeline for the restroom, almost crashing into the door when I catch myself. Looking into the restroom with alerted eyes I stare at Lila who had her back turned to me, head bent down.

"What? What's the matter?" I ask in a panic, my eyes darting around to find the source of why she was screaming. I expected to see her bleeding out or something but when I saw everything looked perfectly in tact, my worry turned to confusion.

She spun around then, eyes wide and a huge smile plastered on her face. I frowned just before she lifted the box in her hand, the one I had left on the sink after using the morning after pill. Damn it. I should have used my own bathroom.

"What is this?" She asked excitedly and I decided to play dumb, shrugging my shoulders and avoiding her eye contact.

"Dunno." I said quickly and pivoted on my foot to quickly head back to my room. I could hear Lila running out of the bathroom, her feet hot on my heels.

"Liar!" She yelled and ran into my room before I could lock her out, holding the box up so I could see. "This is the morning after pill. And it was in our bathroom, to which I hadn't used today. You had sex!"

"Very nice observation." I said slowly, moving back to the mirror so I could finish my makeup. I could see Lila had thrown herself on my bed through the mirror, face holding so much hope.

"Please tell me it was Harry."

"What if it wasn't?"

She frowns, rolling her eyes and tossing the box aside. "Then I wouldn't be as happy for you but good job on being responsible I guess."

I laugh, briefly glancing at her over my shoulder to see her pouting with her arms crossed. "Relax." I say, turning back around with a sigh and rolling my eyes. I was going to tell her eventually but I had hoped I wouldn't have to until after my date with Harry. Should have been more careful with the box. "It was Harry."

She squealed, clapping her hands and grinning widely. "Fuck yes! It's about damn time."

"Shut up." I mumbled but a grin was beginning to pull at my lips, cheeks tinging a light pink.

"No! Anthony and I were so sick of all the tension between you two. And don't think I didn't notice how he was always sleeping over." She arched her eyebrow then her face fell into another content smile. "It was just a matter of time."

"We never had sex when he slept over, last night was the first time."

"It ain't going to be the last either." She wiggled her eyebrows, moving to lie on her stomach as she held her chin up in the palm of her hand. "So when's the wedding?"

"Oh my god," I laughed and shook my head. My face was burning with embarrassment and I fussed around with my curled hair. "We're barely going on the first date, slow down."

"You're going on a date?!" She screeched, her mouth dropping. "Why am I just hearing about this?"

"I was going to tell you after it was over and I saw how it went."

"You and I both know how it's going to go." She winked at me and I shook my head, finishing up my eyeliner before grabbing my tinted chapstick. I ran it over my lips, watching in the mirror as Lila sighed happily. "I'm calling dibs on making the speech at your guys' wedding."

"Morgan might have beat you to it already." I tease and her face twists in annoyance.

"Um, no. I'm the biggest harmmeline shipper. It should be me. And if it isn't, I'm going to be that drunk person who reveals all your secrets."

"You're so nice."

"Tis' why you love me," she threw a hand over her heart before moving to sit up. Legs crossing beneath her as she watched me finish up getting ready. "Where's he taking you?"

"I have no idea." I huffed, remembering this morning when I practically begged Harry to tell me where we were going. He would distract me with kisses, a teasing smile on his face that he knew something I didn't. I even went as far as telling him I'd give him a blow job if he told me. He hesitated there for a second but denied me. Needless to say I kicked him out of my room while he cackled down the hallway, blowing me a kiss before leaving the apartment.

"So you're going in that?" Lila scrunched her nose at my outfit, obviously not approving of my choice. I looked down at the blue skinny jeans I had on, the white crop top, tan cardigan, and white converse. I thought I looked fine.

"The only thing Harry did tell me was to dress casual." I shrug, looking at myself in the mirror. "That's why I made more of the effort in my hair and face." I laughed and Lila shook her head, standing up from my bed to walk over to me. She pulled the clip that was holding up half of my hair out and ruffled it. Adjusting the curls until it fell in a long heap over my shoulders and back.

"That's better. Gives you more of a 'fuck me' look." She winks and I shove her before she's walking out of my room. I put the rest of my makeup away then walk to my bed, slinging my purse over my shoulder before reaching for my phone. Pressing the home screen my eyes fall onto an unread text from Harry, a smile taking over my lips as I opened his text.

Harry: On my way over beautiful. xx

His text was sent nearly ten minutes ago and I quickly move towards my door, knowing he'll be here any minute. My phone vibrates in my hand and I look down at it, thinking it's from Harry when I see the bubble at the top of the screen with my dad's name.

Dad: Emmeline, I'm sorry about last night. Jessica is okay with having you over, so whenever you're ready to talk please feel free to reach out to me.

I scoff, almost throwing my phone across the room when I read the text as the anger I had felt last night returned. Biting my lip I will myself to calm down, taking a deep breath just when I hear a knock at the front door. Lila shouts that she'll get it, the sound of her feet padding against the hardwood. I take the moment to gather myself, pushing all thoughts away from my father and leaving those feelings that came with it here in my room. He already ruined our family, I wasn't going to let him ruin my date too.

Walking out of my room I hear the echo of chatter from the kitchen and walk in that direction. I stop at the threshold, seeing Lila seated at the small kitchen table while Harry stood with his back leant against the island. His arms crossed and one ankle twisted over the other. In his thin black sweatshirt and skinny jeans, he looked unbelievably handsome but that hadn't been why I gasped when I looked at him.

The curls that I had loved so much, were now gone. Cut off, and his hair was styled into this messy quiff. The ends of it curled, falling over the side of his head where his hair was even shorter. He looked different to me, his jaw was sharper and his cute ears were on display. Green eyes brightening when they saw me. He looked refreshed.

"Your hair." I said before he could greet me, my eyes wide as I repeatedly scanned his face. I don't think in past few years I'd seen him, he ever had short hair.

He blushed at the mention of his new hairstyle, his hand reaching up to self consciously run over the top of it. A curl flopping over his forehead and stopping just above his eyebrow. "Yeah...Cameron suggested I get a haircut. Anthony did too. I told the barber to cut it shorter but he cut more than he was supposed to..." he paused, gauging my face before he bit his lip. "Do you not like it?"

"No," I say and then hurriedly go to correct myself when I realize how it must of sounded. "No I meant I don't not like it. I do, it's just different." I state, walking closer to him to get a better look. He was still undeniably beautiful, if not more. His face wasn't hidden so much and my eyes were darting to features of his face I had never noticed before. "It looks good I'm just so used to seeing you with long hair."

He chuckled, reaching for me to draw me into his chest. "Yeah I keep scaring myself when I look in the mirror. It doesn't feel like me." He shrugged and sent me a small smile. "But it's just hair. It'll grow back."

"True." I reached up, brushing the strand that had fallen on his forehead back. "I liked playing with it though."

He smirked down at me, leaning closer until his lips hovered near my ear. "Afraid you won't have something to tug on when we're in bed?"

I reached up, my hand gliding up the back of his head until my fingers tangled into the hair atop his head. Knotting them through it and giving it a light tug as his head jerked back. His eyes swirled with lust when he looked at me, mouth gaping just slightly in surprise. I smirked at him, biting my lip before releasing his hair. "Hm, looks like I still do."

His lips pulled into a slow smile and I felt my face mirroring his, our gaze locking until we heard a throat being cleared behind us. I tore my eyes away from him to look over my shoulder at Lila who was grinning with a creepy look in her eye. "As much as I'm loving the show I should remind you two I'm in the room."

Harry chuckled, dropping his hold around me before he leaned forward to plant a kiss to my forehead. "Right, sorry." I stepped back as Harry straightened, eyes finding me again as he arched an eyebrow. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." I nodded, crossing my arms while I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you going to tell me where we're going yet."

"Mm, nope it's a surprise."

I huffed, rolling my eyes before pivoting on me heel to walk out of the kitchen. "Whatever, lets just go then because I'm impatient." I called over my shoulder and yelled bye to Lila. Harry quickly said bye to her before following me, his hands falling to my shoulders as he rubbed lightly.

"Patience baby. The wait will be worth it."

"It better be."

"I love feisty you," he mumbled, lightly slapping my butt before suddenly turning me in the direction of my room. "But I need you to get something before we leave."

I pause, turning around to look at him in confusion. What the hell was he planning? "Which is what?"

"Your camera."

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