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THIS IS MY COMEBACK! I LITERALLY GOT OFF MY FLIGHT 5 HOURS AGO BUT HERE I AM!

so... smut.

chapter twenty-eight

N.J.H.

"Are you okay?"

Harry and I sit in his car, darkness enclosing us into an eerie silence. The events at dinner have left us immensely upset, with a massive amount of issues to think on.

"No." I tell him, "I'm not okay at all."

"I'm sorry about my dad," he says immediately, "It wasn't fair that we had to sit there and take his reaction. That was my fault, I shouldn't have blurted out that information."

"Harry," I say honestly to him, "I don't care. He's truly a jerk and I can't spend time thinking about jerks and their jackass lives. He can fuck Tiffany, hate me and our friends, hell he can try and revert me back to heterosexuality. He's not gonna get under my skin, no matter how hard he tries."

He presses his lips to my forehead, whispering a quick 'I love you'. I return the words silently as he starts the car and drives to his house for the night.

•

Today is the day. I can feel it in my fragile bones when I wake up this morning; something wild and exotic is going to flip my entire daily ritual around. Clothes are scattered all over the ground and I look at the clock, noticing it's almost eleven thirty.

"Thank god it's a Friday," I mutter, getting up from Harry's bed and stretching. It's then when I don't feel Harry's arms draped all over the bed like they usually are.

"Harry...?"

I pull his flannel from under the pile of sheets and wrap it around my chilled body. The stairs seem to take longer to descend down as I step off every plank of wood. The tiles are warmer than usual and I notice Harry had the floor set to be warmer. I smile, noting his attentiveness.

On the counter is a pink sticky-note, hanging loosely on the marble. I snatch it before it floats to the ground, reading the message written on it.

Hey darling, I had to head out early; meeting with my beloved father. I'm sorry I couldn't be here to cook you breakfast and kiss you constantly, but you looked so innocently beautiful while sleeping and I couldn't bear to wake you.

I'll see you at work, I don't mind what time you come in. You had a long night, I know.

Love you,

H

I smile, folding the note and slipping it in the pocket of the flannel. He can be so poetic at times, it's flustering. Though he says it doesn't matter what time I come in, I decide to get ready and leave now so I won't have to stay in the later hours and work 'till the last person leaves.

•

The office is buzzing today, cubicles overcrowding and voices echoing on all the walls. I know immediately that today is a full on brainstorming day. New movies, casting, the whole works is occurring today. Knowing it's a busy day makes me feel a bit less elated, but I don't let it bring me down.

I greet a few co-workers before stopping into my own office, putting down my bag and cracking my back.

"Shit..." I groan, stretching my arms around. I'd hate to say it, but I'm seriously getting old. As I walk to my desk, I trip over a cardboard box, making my body feel even worse.

"The fucking shit?!" I wince as I get up from the floor and pick up the box, annoyed, "What is a box doing on the floor--"

My words fall aimlessly back into my throat as I read the tag attached on the box,

Remember those panties?

-H

My eyes go wide and I peek into the box, piles upon piles of lingerie in there. He bought them; Harry bought every single one of those Victoria's Secret underwear. I couldn't believe it as I stared into the box. I almost trip again as I leave my office, unsettled and in a rush to get to him.

Once I reach my destination, I open his door and slam it behind me, my pulse racing and sweat collecting under my shirt. Harry sits calmly in his chair, tapping away on his phone. When he hears the door slam, his head cocks up towards me, a smile on his face.

"Like my surprise?" he chuckles.

"Harry what if someone saw that?" I tell him harshly, "Holy shit I--"

"Niall," he stops me, "no one saw, right?"

"...No..."

"So then why are you freaking out?" Harry makes grabby hands for me and I cave in, walking over to him and letting him hold me,

"If it didn't happen, then you shouldn't be worrying."

He kisses the back of my neck and I nod, agreeing. Harry''s calm relaxed demeanor is something I've grown to enjoy. I hoped it would rub off of me, but I gave up on that.

"Do you like them?"

Oh right, the panties.

"I mean, what if they don't fit?" It's the first thing that comes to mind, but I wish I hadn't said it.

"Try them on then babe. I don't mind."

"I... here? In the office while everyone's working--"

"Babe it's alright," he repeats, "we've seen each other without clothes plenty of times. And no one is going to bother me while it's such a busy day."

"Don't...don't I have to work?"

"Not necessarily."

I sigh, giving up because Harry is utterly stubborn at times.

"Right. You're right, I'm going to try them on here."

"Alright."

He looks at his phone before setting it down and looking at me patiently. I open the box, looking through all the arrangements of lingerie. Honestly, I don't know what to put on first. Just from lack of experience.

I take out a pair of black panties made of lace. They look extremely tight, but considering how well Harry knows me, I hope he gets my...underwear size right. Unbuckling my pants and taking everything off to the point where I'm stark naked is the easy part. The difficulties begin while trying to put the underwear on over my junk.

It fits snug on my ass, and when I look up, Harry's chair is turned around politely. I smile, because even when he's being filthy he's still a gentleman.

"I uh...you can look now."

Harry's chair turns around slightly, and the second he looks me up and down, he's out of his seat.

"Oh my god..."

He's in front of me, gripping my waist tightly as he looks closer,

"Holy shit. We should've done this earlier."

"Do you like it?" I ask virtuously.

"Niall you look so fucking sexy I could screw you on my desk. You should be more confident, you look absolutely gorgeous. Keep going, yeah?"

I nod and he returns to his beloved desk that I suddenly want him to screw me on. As we continue on, I begin to run into a problem; which ones to try on. I've been putting on the ones I like, sitting on top of Harry's desk with my ass in front of him (a bit slutry for me, but hey, he is my boyfriend) and letting him take a look. He's absolutely turned on by this entire event, and I am as well. It's just an arousing situation for the two of us, and I know I need to pull a final string.

There's one pair I know he'll like, possibly die when I put it on. It's a black thong, with a laced pattern embroidered on the fabric. It had caught my eye before, but I went for more simple articles of clothing.

Once it's on I call for Harry's attention, he turns and his jaw legitimately drops. His eyes go wide and within seconds he's waving me over to his desk and unzipping his jeans.

"God Niall you look so fucking hot; I'm literally going to pound you into this desk."

His breath comes out in small hectic pants as he sits back down in his chair, his tight boxers hugging his body. I sit down on his lap, grinding slowly as groans slip from the tip of his tongue. It's amazing how good I've gotten at this, considering the fact that almost a month ago I was scared about having sex with him.

"Desk, on the desk, now." he says a few long minutes later, gripping my nimble sides and pinning me on the edge of the desk. I bite down on my bottom lip hard as he presses his bare boner against my ass.

"Please please please," I whimper. Soon I feel him within me, moving painfully slow and increasing the friction between us. The heat increases in the room as Harry and I have the most intense sex we've ever had in our relationship history.

The entire thing is a blur, from how the scratch marks on Harry's back began to the climax that left me with stars shining in my eyes. The only thing I can really remember feeling was the pounding of my heart trying to escape my chest as Harry left small hickeys down the side of my neck. We had gotten dressed after, and the sweet nothings and constant I love you's Harry repeated in a lovely pattern inside my mind until we both fell asleep late that night.

i say this is crappy smut because, well it is. i may have to cut down on the smut for this book for awhile. finishing this chapter was so hard today, and it's because in jamaica i basically lived it. once you live it it's so hard to write.