A/N: chapter dedicated to @Joyalex2 because you are such a 'Joy' to have as a supporter x

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After we get dressed, we head downstairs to grab a light salad lunch then I mention that I should probably go home and get some clothes.  I can't live in his clothes all weekend and it is not far to go. 

As I am leaving, Harry suggests that I bring Percy back with me.  I joke that he is obviously getting bored being here with me alone if he needs my puppy for company as well.  Mockingly, he raises his eyes to the sky, grabs me and plants a smacker on my lips before sending me on my way with a smack against my arse. 

He stands in the doorway watching me leave and when I reach my car I cannot resist wiggling my rear at him.  He shouts after me that I want to be careful doing that around him again.  I turn and blow a suggestive kiss his way and before I know it he is hastily heading towards me.  Before he can catch up with me though I jump in my car and speed off, leaving him standing alone on the driveway laughing after me. 

When I arrive home Mum is there alone.  Of course I am eager to be as quick as I can to get back but I realise I haven't seen her since my exams finished so I decide to take a bit of time to sit for a while and catch up over a coffee. 

Although she has already seen the planning sketches, I show her my finished exam piece photos.  She gushes so fondly about them that I know she is genuinely proud of me.  She confirms that she and dad are on standby to help clear the summerhouse to turn into my workshop once college finishes in two weeks.  She also asks me to have a think about what I would like to do for my birthday, seeing as though it is my twenty-first milestone.    

I sense she seems a bit down but she dismisses it as mums do with a wave of her hand and a 'just busy at work love wish I had more time to spend with the family' comment.  I make a mental note to text Nathalie to see when she is next home from university so we can organise a family dinner together.   

She asks if I can make sure I am at home on Tuesday evening for Thomas because dad is working nights at the hospital next week and she has a work dinner out of town that evening.  I have 24/7's gig that night but confirm I should be back by 11pm and she's happy as Thomas has a friend over until that time so he will not be on his own. 

When I leave she hugs me for a long time then holds my head in between her hands, shaking her head and exclaiming emotionally, "where did all the time go, you're so grown up." Then before letting me go she remarks with a smile that I should make sure I continue to have fun this weekend with whoever he is! 

My eyes go wide in surprise before she says, "oh Lily, I've seen the same sparkle that shines in your eyes, it was in mine when I met your dad.  I'd love to hear all about him when you're ready."

At her words I throw my arms around her and tears well up in my eyes.  "Thanks Mum, I love you so much." 

"Love you to Lily.   Always here for you sweetheart."

With a happy heart, my overnight bag finally packed and Percy in tow, I drive back to Summer Haze.  Harry greets me like I've been away for a few weeks not a few hours.  I'm not complaining, his affection is infectious and I will gladly take any opportunity to have him swathed around me. 

In the late afternoon, we take Percy out for a long walk through the woods.  Harry entwines his fingers through mine as we stroll along.  We share stories about our growing up.  I talk to him about college life and my friends, especially Olive and her desire to get her hands on his hair and that makes him chuckle.

I mention the 24/7 gig I am going to on Tuesday and say I would really like him to come with me.  I know he is paranoid about blowing the cover of his whereabouts and I half expect him to decline.  When he says he will think about it I squeeze his hand in appreciation for at least considering the idea. 

He tells fascinating tales about recording and touring and the endless jibes and jokes that go on, sometimes for weeks, between the whole crew or 'family' as he lovingly refers to them.  We share everything to do with our lives. It leaves me feeling like I've known him forever, not for just a few months.  We laugh, steal kisses and relish being together.

Later that evening, we enjoy Indian takeaway and Harry challenges me to a game of scrabble.  When I beat him he just laughs it off and says it is typical, all the important women in his life thrash him!  I find it heartwarming that he includes me in that and at his words, my heart flutters a little bit more than it already does when I am with him.

Afterwards, we settle on watching some episodes of Breaking Bad as he is still on his mammoth 'trying to catch up on everything he's missed TV wise' marathon.  He relaxes in the middle of the long sofa with his lean legs resting on the table in front of him.  Percy is sprawled out one side and I lay on the other.  He watches his programme, twiddling my hair with one hand and stroking Percy's ears with the other.  If my heaven could be described, this scene would not be far from it right now.

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I stir on Sunday morning and open my eyes to see an already awake Harry on his side gazing down at me.  A smile forms on my lips as he says "at last she wakes" planting a kiss against them.  His curls tickle my face and I immediately feel the pull between us again.  I cup my hand on his cheek and raise my head off the pillow slightly to deepen our kiss. A feeling of lust washes over me and without warning I roll on him catching him completely off guard.

Straddling him, my hair falls around him and I lock our lips together.  I can already feel him hard beneath me as I begin to gently rock my hips over him.  Despite feeling a little sore from this weekend's relentless sex, the desire to have him inside me is there again. 

I feel so bold and I cannot suppress my need as I guide him into me.  It is so deep this way as he stretches me, pushing far inside me.  I sit up and rest my palms flat on his.  The refreshed look in his morning jades shine and he studies me being in control as he lies there letting me have my way with him. 

As I gradually speed up, my breasts bounce in time to my rhythm.  His eyes flutter close and mumbling sighs escape his lips.  I rock against him over and over and as he holds his breath and his lips part slightly, I know I have drawn him to a quick release.  Continuing to gyrate my hips over him, I lean into his ear and whisper, "let go my gorgeous man." His chin raises as his head pushes further back into the pillow and his fingers dig into my hips.  He lets a breath out very slowly as he releases, warmly filling me. I fall onto his chest and kiss him gently as his arms hold around my back.

We stay like this for a little while then he looks at me and pecks my lips.  His two little frown lines that I have come to love because they say so much about his thoughts, appear on the bridge of his nose.  In one swift motion he throws me off him, turns me and pulls me back so I lying on top of him, my back to his front.  His fingers immediately sink into my folds stroking me so fast that I gasp out loud.

He knows I didn't climax, despite the fact he amply fills me to a stretch.  I did all the work and I couldn't position myself on him to find that spot.  His fingers stroke me fast as my head rests back by his on his pillow.  It doesn't take him long before I hit my high and my body goes rigid over him before spiraling down into a quivering shake.  I lay limp on him sated once again, as he rolls us both onto our sides and he spoons me tightly.

"Fuck, I love morning sex!" he says completely unbashful.

For some odd reason, I suddenly feel a bit embarrassed and bury my face in my pillow.  Harry tries to get me to look at him but I just hide.  When he finally manages to turn my head, he just stares at me amused and begins to tickle me. 

"Did the earth move?!"  He smirks at me smugly. 

I am laughing so much my shoulders are literally shaking. I lift on face from the pillow enough to shout.  "It never moves with you, it's always a bloody landslide!" 

He pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me.  I shake my head from side to side trying to stop him kissing me but fail miserably.  We kiss through our smiles as we roll around the bed, all arms and legs and laughter.

Our morning exertions give us both renewed energy and we go for a run together with Percy bounding around us and barking madly.  When we return back to the house, we take another shower together and just about manage to keep our hands off each other.  We eat a late brunch breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and tea, all washed down with orange juice. 

In the afternoon, I take the opportunity to wander around the garden and prune, weed and tidy the plants and flowers whilst Harry sits on the grass strumming chords on his guitar.  

I make some afternoon tea and sit on the grass crossed legged opposite him.  He continues to play as I ask more about the band's music because I find his stories so interesting.  He chats away to me but completely focused on his fingers and in his own world.

I boldly ask him to sing me a song and he becomes coy which surprises me.  With plenty of persuasion he finally agrees and sings one called 'Moments' that is beautifully melodic with his voice smooth like honey.  I am captivated watching him, he doesn't look at me as the verses stream out of him but he looks so content that a smile graces my lips at his happiness.  The tune sounds hauntingly lovely and tinged with a sad undertone and I wonder why he selected it but I decide not to ask him.

It appears he is in his stride though as he carries on with another called 'I Want To Write You A Song'.  This time he looks at me the whole time he sings the acoustic melody and plucks the strings so effortlessly.  It is now me embarrassed but he makes funny faces back at me, seemingly also flustered by his cheesy display of affection.   

It seems that although on a break, music is never far from his soul.

Late afternoon, I insist on taking over the kitchen and cook us roast chicken with all the trimmings.  He sits at the kitchen island and reads news articles out the Sunday papers to me.  We eat, we tidy up, we have mugs of tea in front of more episodes of Breaking Bad and then it is time for me to go. 

Despite my exams finishing, I still have College for another couple of weeks.  We spend half an hour draped over each other saying goodbye.  When we finally drag away from each other he says it has been the most amazing weekend.

He then blackmails me by agreeing to go to the gig with me on Tuesday if I stay with him tonight and go straight to college from Summer Haze in the morning.  Such is his effect on me he really does not have to persuade me.  I stay another night!