Lily's Harry Week Two Flashback

Rock to the Shops' – The Mirror Online - Friday, 24th June 2016

Harry Styles cut a casual figure as he enjoyed downtime in LA on Friday. He's usually known for his bold style choices but the 22-year old heartthrob rocked a Rolling Stones T-shirt and dark Paige Denim skinny jeans casual look when he stopped by the Yves Saint Laurent store in the exclusive 90210 zip-code. The 1D boybander topped off his effortless style with beige suede boots. Harry's signature brunette mane of curls was on full display around his shoulders, however he kept his locks tamed and used his sunglasses to scrape back any flyaways.

It appears although enjoying his time off, he is already planning a return to the music scene and is currently working on new solo material.

"Are you having singing lessons?"

"A few whilst I am here. Why?"

"I'm just surprised you would need them."

"Well I suffered terribly at the end of last year during the last album promo when I lost my voice but had to sing through it. That took its toll and weakened my voice plus it has been a while since I've sung properly. As Ron rightly says, going it alone is much more demanding vocally than being part of a group taking turns. "

"Ron?"

"Sorry, yeah, Ron Anderson is my vocal coach. He has worked with people like Adele so I trust him implicitly."

"Adele, wow. Sounds like you are in great hands. Before you go, your tweet? I'm intrigued, new song?"

"No, not one I can take credit for."

"Who then?"

"Google it. Bye, Beautiful."

I did as instructed and established the lyrics were a line from 'She's a Rainbow' by the Rolling Stones. The song is about a woman whose beauty is compared to that found in nature, the earth and the sky. Mr Romantic had blown me away again. I also sensed some sexual references in the lyrics and when I next spoke to Harry he just laughed and replied, "having met Mick, probably."

That same day I one of the Twitter accounts I had started to follow because their articles seemed harmlessly witty and brought a smile to my face popped something so ridiculous into my newsfeed, I couldn't resist the temptation.

Harry Styles Master Madhatter! @Sugarscape - Saturday, 25th June 2016

We all know that Harry Edward Styles is cuddlier than a basket full of cute kittens. None more so than when he is blessing our eyes with his diverse array of gorgeous headgear. What we wouldn't give to rest on those soft locks or keep those curliest of curls in check. 

That got us thinking and voila – Quiz Time.  So which Harry Styles classic headpiece are you?

Let's Play!

"You've worn some pretty wacky hats in the past haven't you?"

"Uh-oh! You've been online again."

"Well yes, I played a game earlier."  I regretted the admission as soon as it was out of my mouth.

"Game, how do you mean?"

"Which piece of your headgear am I?"

He nearly choked on his tea. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"No." I remember I desperately tried not to howl with laughter.

"Okay, so which one are you?"

"See you are intrigued. The cheesehead!"

"Ha! When I take you to that Packers game I shall insist you wear it!"

"You're on, I'm all up for embarrassing you in public!"

"Oh never fear, I do a pretty good job of that all on my own. You know it seems to me you have far to much time on your hands."

He was joking but I was tired from all the drama over the last week from my family, Olive's pregnancy revelation, my own recovery and thoughts about Percy and I took it the wrong way.

"Believe me I'd rather be lunching and enjoying some Californian sunshine." I snapped back, and then I dropped his glance and looked away from the screen.

"Hey, look at me, I didn't mean anything." He frowned concerned at my over-reaction.

"I know, I just-." Then my lip went but after getting upset over the fork incident I promised myself I wouldn't do it again because it wasn't fair on him so I held back and turned a smile instead. "I'm sorry, just tired today that's all. I miss you."

"I miss you too.  Sleep now, Beautiful." He puckered up and misted his screen with kisses.

I knew this tweet was one of his new lyrics as he kept humming stuff to me, although the title of the song he has not revealed.  We were finally on the home straight and he was coming back to the UK soon. The relief I felt in the pit of my stomach was immense.

Olive appeared on Sunday evening with a carrier bag. She handed it to me and a waft of Tom Ford Mandarino Di Amali immediately sparked some intimate memories to flood my mind. I pulled out a white Kiss T-shirt and the Packers sweatshirt. I inhaled the scent between the layers of cotton then looked up at her.

"He called you didn't he?"

"No, text conversation. He asked me if I would mind stopping by Summer Haze to pick up the clothes. He's very worried about you."

"He doesn't need to be."

"Well he is, just another example of how much he loves you, Lil."

"Stop with the love references, it's too much right now."

"Now he's not the only one worried about you."

"Sorry Olive, I just need to take one day at a time at the moment.  Thank you for doing this though."

Then with her help, the hoodie was over my head and he was wrapped snuggly around me in no time.

Text to Harry: Thank you for thinking of me, slept in your hoodie last night, best sleep in a while x

Text reply to Lily: My clothes are the closest to me I can give you right now but can't wait to replace the hoodie when I come home on Thursday. Hx

"Sorry to call so late, I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, just dozing, putting off sleep. What's on your 'to do' list this afternoon?"

"Well I was just leaving to drive to the studio and wondered if you'd like to journey with me?"

"Yes, I'd love too."

"Right, let's go. This is our ride today." He turned his phone to reveal his white Mercedes. "She's a 1966 230SL convertible."

"She's beautiful, Harry."

"Yes she is, my pride and joy. I love driving her.  Ready to go?"

"Sure am!" He had positioned the phone on the dashboard but due to the length of the car bonnet the view out the windscreen was limited. I didn't have the heart to tell him I couldn't really see anything because in reality it actually didn't matter.  The fact he wanted to share part of his day with me was heartfelt enough.

We pulled away from his amazing hideaway home, a tour of which he had already given me when he first arrived in LA.  It had included the contents of his wardrobe, his fridge and his bathroom cabinet! When he spanned the camera around his bedroom he hovered over the bed and simply pointed stating, "You in there with me soon!"

He pulled out of his road but then stopped sharply and I slide off the dashboard and landed in the footwell.  All I heard was, "Shit, sorry!" whilst enjoying an obscured view of his legs. He retrieved me when he stopped at the lights, turned the screen to give it a quick kiss and stated all concerned, "Are you ok?" that only sent me into fits of giggles at his silliness.

He placed me back on the dash and I watched and listened to his dulcet tones as he described the journey in detail, pointing out the streets that housed his favourite restaurants, stores, hang-outs and various turns to other favourites places.  It was 3pm his time/11pm mine when he pulled up at the studio. His idea had been so simple but so amazing to spend that snippet of time together just the two of us, showing me around the place he regards as his second home. I fell asleep realising I had fallen more in love with him than I realised.

-*-

"Hiii!, how's your head?"

"Please not so loud." He rubbed his furrowed temple. "Sorry about all the calls, Beautiful."

"Don't be sorry. You tired and drunk is very adorable. It filled my boring day with entertainment and happiness, Handsome. Are you at home right now?"

"No.  After dinner at Cecconi's, a group of us came back here for more drinks. It got kinda late and I couldn't be bothered to go home so I crashed at Jeff's for the night. He and Glenne left for work about an hour ago so I'm here alone. How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing ok."

"Doing ok?  I want you to be doing fantastic, great, amazing Lily."

"Not there yet but getting closer.  So, bad hangover?"

"A bit, not feeling great all round to be honest but this is worse." He turned his phone down towards his massively bulging crotch then flicked his device back up to his face. His top teeth were bitten over his bottom lip trying to hide his wry smile. "Every time I think about you, which is all the time, he misbehaves." He shook his head still trying to hide his cheeky little boy grin.

I smirked ridiculously stupidly. "Well I'm glad I have that affect on you and him!"

"Yes you do! Could we, you know, perhaps you could too this time."

"Really? Honestly, it'll be the third time in as many days!"

"That you know of! Come on I miss you so much." He smiled then pulled his pouty 'please' face at the screen.

"Harry, I am wearing big knickers and compression socks, they don't give me the urge to want to go there."

He turned his sexy rasp on that pulses desire between my legs. "Not even if I coax you with my sexy 'I just wanna make you feeeel so good, Baby', voice."

I failed to stifle my snigger. "No, and you never call me Baby." But he carried on.

"Mhmm, why has the thought of you in big knickers got me twitching harder."

"You are completely sexsantional!" We both threw our heads back laughing at the same time.

Then I gave him the stare; my seriously intense 'do as I say' look or 'the spank' stare as he had so lovingly christened it. My voice became quieter, lower and as temptingly seductive as I could make it.

"Show me your hand, Harry."

He had hold of the phone with both hands but as he let go with one it wobbled haphazardly blurring the picture. "Keep the view on your face though, I want to see you."

His face and hand came back in focus and he nodded.

"Imagine your hand is my hand. Run my hand over your chest, across the ridges of your abs and through the fine hairs of your happy trail."

When we had first attempted this a few days ago I felt really self conscious and frankly a little awkward.  However, never once did he laugh or joke about it, he seemed to like it, need it even.  I wasn't about to deny him because when I thought about it, despite the distance between us, it was a very intimate and private moment that somehow for him helped to close that gap. 

His head fell back on the sofa and he closed his eyes.

"Tell me where my hand is Harry."

"Waistband of my boxers." His words whispered out of his dry lips.

"My hand wants to tug those boxers right down and watch your huge cock spring free. Has it sprung free for me?"

"Uh-huh."

"My fingers want to tease you, up and down, stroke you harder."

His lips parted suddenly and he blew out a sigh.

"Tell me how it feels?"

"Warm and hard, so fucking hard, it aches for you."

"I want to feel the warmth of your silky skin as I hold your hardness in my palm. Am I holding you Harry, gripping you real tight?"

"Yes, yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yeah, good."

"Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?"

"Yes!" He was out of breath his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Imagine your thumb and forefinger are my lips massaging against you, flicking deliciously across the fold of your tip, teasing it until it finally pushes back and I can taste you as my wet tongue flicks across your slit. Can you feel my tongue flicking you, tasting you?"

"Oh fuck yes." His mouth fell wide open at my words.

"My naked body is softly pressed against you, my breasts squashed into your side. My nipples are so hard for you, Handsome, peaking at your touch.  You make me whimper when you suck them between your lips.  I want to take you, all of your powerful engorged erection in my hand.  Your cock feels magnificent. Hard and strong. Is it Harry? "

"Oh my God, fuck yes."

"My tongue is wet on your neck, as wet as your fingers between my legs as you stroke me and I moan into your ear. You turn me on so much, I am so slippery for you, wet with desire for y-."

His phone landed face down against one of his swallow tattoos with a thud. It was followed by a series of grunts and a long moan then a period of silence.

"Harry?"  Normal voice service had resumed. 

His relieved face reappeared. "My God, floristry is definitely wasted on you, you should set up a sex hotline, seriously that was incredible."

"Oh no, my 'Spanking the Monkey Hotline' is purely reserved for one extra special customer." I smiled at him and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm honoured. If you would like to put me through to the after sales customer satisfaction survey I will be sure to give you ten out of ten."

"Sorry to point out the obvious but you did all the work."

"Oh no, Baby, believe me I didn't."

"You called me Baby again." I shot him an unsatisfied glare.

"What can I say, it's your Hotline nickname."

"Well if I've got one then you should have one too. Let me think."

He jumped in way too quickly with suggestions for my liking.  "What about Thor or Hercules or Big Buddy?"

"Big Buddy?"  I spluttered.

He looked a bit wounded.  "Yeah, it's my name for, you know."

I blurted out a bit too eagerly.  "You have a nickname for your dick, I've heard it all now! Big Buddy it is! Oh hang on, my Consultant has arrived, I've got to go. Bye Big Buddy!"

"Bye, Baby.  Good luck, let me know what he says.  Call me later.  "  

-*-

The consultation was the meeting without my Dad present where my Consultant explained everything from my injuries to medical care to recovery expectations.  I was over emotional the whole time.  Whilst it appeared I would make a full recovery, for which of course I was grateful, I hadn't prepared myself for the possible length of time it might take.

On top of that, after the laughs of our hotline date the previous day, Harry had continued to feel unwell.  I received a call from him that he had developed a nasty ear infection and was under strict instructions from his doctor not to fly for the next few days.  The doctor wanted to see him again at the end of the week.  

Our conversation was interesting as he paced the room and banged around being generally tetchy and sulky through illness and annoyance.  I was equally disappointed but he was so cross that I felt he didn't need me adding my emotional fuel to his fire. As I tried to rationally make him understand it was far from worth putting his eardrum at risk for the sake of a few days, he took my comment totally the wrong way and accused me of not seeming to care about us.  

There was no doubt, he had been the strong one for us both up to that point but that was the catalyst for him to go on an extended rant where he let all his bottled-up emotions out about everything that he felt about the accident and the aftermath.  We talked it through as best we could but it was clear the need to be back together was vital for us both.

But as medically instructed, he extended his stay in LA.  A headline then hit every corner of press and social media and me hard in the process.

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