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chapter forty-nine

N.J.H.

The next morning, Louis is waking me up with the most intense wake-up call to ever exist,

"NIALL! THERE'S A PARTY TONIGHT AND I REALLY NEED YOU AND HARRY TO GO!"

"Harry," I whine, throwing the phone at him before cuddling further into his side. He mutters a quick 'he's your best friend' before answering,

"Now, what are you saying?"

"Please come out of the cave of your hotel room."

"We'll be there," I tell Louis with a sigh, more awake than before, "anything else?"

"You guys sound sexed out--"

"We didn't have sex!" We say unanimously before Harry clicks the end button on my phone.

"How does this even work?" he looks at my phone and I snatch it from him, muttering a swift 'shut up' before taking off my pants and climbing off the bed.

"You know what I miss?"

"What?" I ask, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers,

"Those... things I love so much. Here, spell them with me,"

"Okay..." I sit on the bed.

"P."

"P..."

"A."

"A..."

"N."

"N--oh god."

"T--"

"Harry--"

"I-E-S!" He squeals before scrambling away from me as I try to pinch him, "Come on! I want them back!"

"Mmm," I sit down next to him, tapping my chin, "maybe tonight, if things go okay."

"What is that supposed to mean then?" Harry asks, biting my lip and gripping my boxer clad bum, pulling me onto his lap,

"What that means is that you'll have to be patient," I chuckle. He shrugs, kissing me again before picking me up.

"Where are we going?" I ask him, wiggling my bum around and making a sound come out of his mouth,

"The shower, so we don't get too dirty."

"Oh my god! Shut the hell up!"

He puts me down on the counter, kissing my lips before telling me that he wants me to wear panties when we go out tonight. I shake my head, refusing just to mess with him, and he pouts, pleading me to do so.

"I wanna see your bum in those tight little panties again babe...they hug your skin in all the right ways..."

"Fine fine, you raunchy boy."

•

The rest of the day consists of us fooling around, little things from pillow fights to prank calling on the hotel hotline. There was kissing, cuddling, and that occasional grinding that can happen when you're in bed.

We're both getting ready for the party downstairs now, after ordering dinner from one of the restaurants. Harry is pinning his now insanely long hair in a bun and I'm not even sure how much product I'm putting in my hair.

Regardless of the weather, Harry is wearing one of his jumpers with his skinny jeans and surprisingly some Vans instead of his classic boots.

"Getting bored?" I ask, looking at his shoes.

"Says the one with fucking horses on his shirt."

"Hey!" I pout, looking at my new shirt, "I've never worn this before!"

"Eh..." he shrugs, "true. But to be honest, they don't even look like horses."

"You're skating on thin ice; 'bout to lose those panties."

Once we're ready, Harry takes our room key, slipping it in his back pocket before we both head downstairs. The elevator is broken, so we take the stairs, racing each other as we go. Harry wins, due his goddamn long legs.

When we enter, I spot Louis almost immediately, dancing with Zayn to the music playing the background. It's an outdoor party, the entire place decorated and lights flashing from ever angle. The bar is filled with customers and the dance floor is surrounded by sweaty bodies, their sexual tension flooding through to the lobby. I smile, looking back at Harry and sending him a sly wink before letting go of his hand and sauntering away, my hips swaying a bit excessively, because he doesn't know I'm wearing his favorite pair under my tight skinny jeans.

"Yes!" Louis cheers, grabbing my hand, "Finally! Come dance with me!"

I wave to Zayn before Louis drags me away, a smirk evident as he pulls me close,

"Zayn and I screwed so hard last night."

"Well finally!" I exclaim, "God! It took you guys long enough!"

"Whatever!" he shouts over the music, "It was great and that's all that matters!"

He spins around, smoothly picking two martini's off of the tray passing by as he does so,

"This is the last night before the wedding shit actually cracks down! Drink, grind, and repeat tonight Niall!"

I nod in agreement, and then Tiffany comes up from behind,

"Hey!" she says with a smile, "Figured I'd get in my last few dances before too!"

"Thinking like a champ!" Louis hands her a drink too and I'm surprised, once again, at how welcoming he is to this new "friendship", "Drink up!"

She drowns the martini in one shot, and I remember that Tiffany really does know how to party hard. I take a sip of mine, feeling the weight of the alcohol drop to my stomach.

"Niall!" Louis shouts as a new song with an intense beat starts, "let's grind!"

My mind feels fuzzy already, but I nod and drink the rest of my glass, setting it down before placing my hands on Louis' hips and let the friction between our bodies commence. When Tiffany joins to the train and grinds on Louis, I almost die. This isn't making sense to me, as much as it does.

I see Harry talking to Zayn, drinking as well but I know he won't be drinking as heavily. He wants sex after this, and I'm willing to give it to him.

After about two minutes of vigorous grinding, and then probably another half hour of dancing between the three of us, Tiffany bids us adieu before spotting her fiancé and running off to see him.

"I don't think she's that bad anymore..." Louis pipes up.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because it takes a lot of fucking guts to fess up and apologize. I admire that after the weight of everything she's caused, she still managed to do it."

I nod, his reasoning making sense. Louis believes that simple acts can define a person's true personality, one of them being apologizing.

Taking another martini, I head over to the bar and sit down, taking it like a man and drinking the entire thing.

Harry and I make eye contact, and I watch as he orders two drinks, sending me a smile. I smile back and adjust myself on the seat, his glance alone making me antsy.

When he makes his way over to the other side of the bar, I smile, holding my hand out to retrieve the drink he bought me,

"We've only been here for thirty minutes," he says as we both knock our glasses together, taking a sip.

"Yeah, thirty long agonizing minutes," I whisper, looking up at him and licking my lips.

"Bet I could fuck you longer," he mumbles, gripping my hip tightly and triggering me to dig my teeth down onto my lip instead,

"I would love that..." I lean up, muttering the spell of dirty words into his ears before he pulls away, his hand inching up my thigh,

"Mmm," he whispers, "you're being so greedy right now."

"I am?" I whisper in his ear again, looking right at him after, "I'm sorry daddy."

His eyes widen and I nod, telling him that it's okay now. New chapters are starting in my life, and it's time to move on from my father and from 1999. Because screw him; if I want to call my boyfriend daddy, his choices aren't going to prevent me from doing so.

"Well," he says with a wide grin, "one thing I can say for sure, is that greedy girls always get punished."

"Then why are we still at this party?" I take the rest of my drink down and slam it on the counter, "Punish me daddy."

I hear him groan, regardless of all the music as he takes my hand and we sprint back up the steps. It's not that exhausting, as our sex drives are keeping us steady. He scrambles to get the room key out of his pocket and can barely function as he opens the door. Once inside, he slams the door and pins me right back on it.

"Now," he whispers, "strip for me, won't you?"

"Mm," I whisper, "I will."

"Good girl," he releases me from the wall and sits on the edge of the bed, watching me intensely as I unbutton my shirt from the very top button. I stand right in front of him as I take it off, throwing it to the side as he grabs my hips.

"I really wanna know what's under there," his hands trail down to the skin right above the fabric of my jeans and I smile, unbuttoning the button,

"Why don't you find out daddy?"

He nods, licking his lips as he turns around and bends me over, so my ass is in his face. He pulls down my jeans and when I hear a low groan come from the throat, I smirk, wiggling my ass in the air.

"Like what you see?" I ask cockily. He chuckles, running his palms across my bum, his breathing heavy.

"Baby girl, you have the best ass," he whispers, marveling at the view. Harry gets up, unbuckling his jeans and taking off his jumper. Soon he's only in his boxers, pressing his clothed boner right where it needs to be on my body.

"Fuck..." I mutter, biting my lip. I feel a tap on my ass and I gasp, biting down harder,

"You're not cursing tonight baby," he says lowly, grabbing my shoulder and rutting himself onto me, "you're my fucking princess tonight, understood?"

"Yes daddy," I say, loving how sweet it is to call him by that sinful name.

"I love that name coming off of your sweet lips," he groans, pulling me back up and lifting me into his arms. I jump obediently and he kisses me, squeezing as he does so.

"I just wanna fuck you right now," he whispers, "your pretty little ass need to be fucked right now."

I nod, a whine escaping my lips,

"Please daddy..."

The next second I'm face down on the bed and Harry is pushing my panties aside, and dragging his own boxers off of his body,

"Ass higher," he demands and I raise my bum higher to his pleasing. It's when I feel his tongue lick the longest stripe across my hole that I scream, biting my lips hard enough for it to bleed.

"Like that?"

I nod, gripping the sheets tighter as he does it again, proceeding to just sinfully eat my ass out with that sinful tongue he was blessed with. When I feel myself reaching my end is when he pulls away, flipping me over,

"I want you to ride me."

"Mhm, okay."

He positions himself on the bed and I move the fabric gripping my bum to the side, also positioning myself over him,

"Wait--no prep?" He asks, concerned, "I don't think what I did opened you up enough--"

"It's fine," I smile, "feeling confident."

He nods as I sink down on him, feeling a slight tingle of pain, but ignoring it. Once I'm completely filled, I look into his eyes and they're not even open for me to stare into. His mouth is trembling as incoherent sounds leave his lips. When I'm comfortable, I move my hips up and down, leaning down on Harry's chest as he proceeds to fuck me on his own,

"Kiss me," I beg him. He nods, leaning up and pressing his mouth to mine as he still pounds into me.

"Love you," I tell him as my eyes roll to the back of my head, my high coming to it's peak.

"Love you to--"

He bites my lip hard as he comes inside me, spurting out rapidly and triggering my own. I spaz out as my own climax reaches and falls all at once. We're both breathing heavy and Harry is still milking himself out inside me by the time I'm completely recovered.

"Holy. Shit." he breathes as he pulls out, allowing me to roll over to the other side of the bed and off of his body, "I think that was the best sex we've ever had."

"Agreed," I repeat, "it's never been that good."

"I've never climaxed that fast."

"I've never felt so alive."

"...I'm still in awe."

"Same."

"I really like it when you call me daddy. It's so hot."

"I like calling you daddy. It makes me feel so bad."

"That's because you are bad," he tells me before smacking my ass one more time. I smile, rolling my eyes before kissing him goodnight.