A hand full of tapered fingers fit itself along my jaw and full lips touched my own. My momentum had propelled me into him, but the hand on my face and the one on the back of my head kept me in place.

Not that I wanted to go anywhere.

His tight grip on my head was inversely correlated to the nature of his mouth on mine. Harry held me tightly to him, but kissed me softly. His bottom lip started on my corresponding body part and sucked it in with little force. He repeated this manuever several times until I pushed my lips against his. He opened then and I could feel the grin before he slid his tongue against mine. I made a sound that I'd never admit was mine had I been coherant enough to think any word but more.

And more is what he gave me, one of his hands left the place where it was anchoring us together to wrap around my red clad waist. His arm ran the length of me from shoulder blade to my equator, and I could feel the long planes of his chest against me so I flexed into the contours of his body. He must have liked this response, because he ran his hands forcefully up and down, conjuring a similar gyration twice more before he gripped me at the waist and tilted his head farther to the right.

My head moved in tandem and I mimicked him again when he opened his mouth farther. I was so distracted by the feeling of his breath moving into me, I forgot to be self conscious or worry about the fact that this was the 5th time I'd been kissed in my life.

And I'd never been kissed like this.

The frantic rumblings with my first borfruend had been unpleasantly wet and quick, ending when I could feel a rumble below his belt. Rather than that being our beginning.

The others had been one-offs or let downs.

This kiss, because it felt as though our mouths had been engaged in one long dance since he pulled me out of the hallway, was wet and wild and wonderful and the flex of his pelvis against me was a starting gun not a finish line. He tasted of the beer he had while conquering the game table. He tasted like victory.

If this is what I had been waiting months for, I'd do it all over again.

His tongue slid against mine and the wet flex of that muscle made me chase him as he slithered away. The hand on my jaw pulled up and he ran his index finger against my wet top lip.

"Hey," he smiled, flush and happy.

"Hey," I gulped, breathless, and happy.

He grinned wider before his eyes roved back down my face to where his finger lingered near my Cupid's bow. I was enjoying the sting of that arrow.

He delivered another bolt when he blew his breath over my face and I sucked it in. I watched his eyes darken and didn't know what the next step in our dance was.

Harry was a strong partner, though and he led me through the next chord. His finger ran from the top middle of my mouth across the corner and over the interior of my swollen bottom lip then inside to where my tongue lay above my teeth while I panted. He leaned in and licked the path his digit had followed before slanting right and kissing me deeper.

The hand that had anchored my jaw took a journey now that he had assured my total compliance with his rule. I'd gulp in air when he took breaths and dive back under with him when he returned to me. Both hands met at my sacrum loosely and it was wholly undatisfying after feeling the slide of his hand down to that place. I wanted them to rove. I keened my disapproval and he pulled back to chuckle. The tip of his nose slid to the top of mine and he opened his eyes.

"Let's take our time, Yeah?" He looked for my acquiescence, "waited awhile for this."

That made me want to dive in head first despite the warnings on the pool side of broken heads. He ran the ends of our noses over each other while he chuckled, "slow Melody."

Melody, nobody called me that, except my mother when she was cross with me, but I was currently considering asking him to record a whole record of him saying it, just like he had. I sighed and the sag of my body brought me right up against him from knee cap to nipple.

"There," he smiled at my submission and brought his lips back to mine. I settled back into his pace and enjoyed the sucking pecks we gave each other, alternating lips occasionally while he rubbed my lower back and the front of my body undulated against his pelvis. We rocked in tiny circles and the effect it was having of him was obvious. I may have not had an outward sign of interest, no bulge except for that of my eyes when he slowed our pace or stopped, but I can't imagine my want was any less obvious.

Harry was resting in the slow and steady rush of our union while I wanted to gallop past the place where we were lingering.

"Harry," I could hear a beg in my voice and I thought he would laugh at me for it. Instead it was word go.

"Ughh," he groaned at my utterance of his name and his hands left the trench of my back. Both smoothed up as over my shoulders gripping and pulling me up. I arched my back in response and relished the feel of Harry's wet mouth on my neck.

Neck kisses, I found out in the moment, are a thing for me.

As his mouth kissed and nipped and applied varying amounts of pressure against the right side of my neck, I lost some battle with my equilibrium because I had to hold tightly to keep from falling.  When I realized how loud I was being, I bit my lip and coughed out his name. He continued his work, but there was a brief pause for my name and that made me even more desperate. The dress I had on was clingy but not tight, but it felt so constricting. And I hated the fabric of his t shirt. It was grating in my palms, though it was the same soft cotton as always.

I don't know if I said this out loud, but I must have communicated my upset loud and clear because the hand at my right shoulder moved and slid the spaghetti strap of my dress down to the crook of my elbow.

I'd been so distracted by my total abandon, I hadn't thought about this part. It would surprise me none if Harry had gotten an eyeful at some point while we've been sleeping together, but it had never been on purpose and I had been unaware of it.

My self consciousness rushed back then. My grip went lax and my muscles tightened in anticipation, maybe in fear. What if he didn't like me after he really saw me?

I held my breath. His sentence was about to be passed and I would have closed my eyes too to await my fate, but his swollen pink lips and hunter green eyes caught me up. I'd never seen either hue so vivid.

We were still in the entryway I realized, and it was bright there. Glaring and harsh, the kind of light where you can suddently see cellulite in a dressing room, unforgiving. I was praying for mercy from it and him.

He pulled back a little farther and I realized how cold it was. We looked down and watched my nipple contract further. I couldn't feel it, but I thought Harry might have been able to based on his face. It opened and then he inhaled a big breath. His look was long and his face stayed blank. If he didn't do something soon I might cry. His hand came to his mouth then and he sucked his two first fingers in.

"Can I?" He asked as he extended them toward my shivering self.

"Please," slipped off my lips and I bit my lip and cast my eyes up to the ceiling. So I missed watching him make contact. But I heard him exhale.

Harry pulled the left side of my dress down too and I was caught between the straps of my own dress. My arms extended out from my elbows and I looked like some sacrilegious art piece. I was stuck because I knew if I pulled the thin pieces of material off of their anchor, the rest of the dress would drop to the floor. I only had a moment to think about this before the wet fingers Harry had been tweaking my nub with were replaced by his mouth.

"God, Harry," I wrapped both hands around his head and gripped his hair.  I still wasn't sure what conviction he had given me, but I was in for life if he wished.

"Hmmm," he hummed against me and when his green eyes looked up at me I nearly cried. To be in that moment with him was like winning the lottery after picking your numbers daily for years.

My eyes brimmed and I closed them, but Harry must have caught the gloss on the blue of my eye. He stopped nibbling at my breast abruptly and stood. His finger fit under my chin and he raised my face to his own.

"Hey, did I hurt you? You sore?" I could only imagine how much female knowledge that question implied. Bless Gemma and Anne.

"No," I shook my head, "just..." I couldn't find a way to describe it without getting more naked than I was willing.

"C'mon," he smiled and pecked my lips. He must have had an inkling of how thin my skin was, because he kept talking, but didn't force the eye contact he loved. "Was it too much or just unfamiliar?" His thumb soothed over my hand, back and forth.

"Unfamiliar," I said it just loud enough to cross the distance between us.

He nodded in response as we crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Then, he faced me.

"We don't have to do anything more," he looked down, before looking up, the left side of his mouth quirked up, dimples deep, "unless you want t—"

"I do!" I rushed out interrupting him. I wanted to cash in my lotto ticket, not just win.

"Good," he pulled me into him, and looked down, just realizing that my chest was still exposed. He fingered the straps in the bends of my elbows and my first instinct was to cover my breast, but I stopped myself, even though his perusal made me feel like a specimen under a microscope. I was so glad I let him, because he looked up at me and I knew that I was his Eureka. "On or off?" He pulled the fabric up and down playfully.

I swallowed the word when it came out, but he heard me, I was surprised he didn't grin, but he must have known how massive this was to me, planetary in significance.

I knew Harry. I was his ear, I listened. I didn't talk so much though, but the amazing thing I realized in that moment was that he heard me.

So, I opened my arms and let my dress fall, I was already bare to him anyway.

He surprised me again then. Rather than looking me up and down, he looked me in the eye.

"Melly," his fingers cupped my chin again and our mouths met. At first, the chaste touch of his closed lips to my own confused me, but this kiss was a welcome. It should have landed on my cheek, but I figured he couldn't keep himself from my mouth. He wanted me to know that I was home.

I closed my eyes and pressed my nearly nude form to him noticing something was amiss. He held me to him until I pulled back.

"You are over dressed." My voice didn't waver, I was proud.

"Yeah," he smiled and finally took his look. I was beautiful. He pulled his shirt up over his head but left his jeans, while he took off his shoes.

His hands came back to me after he took off his boots. So I decided to do it myself.

He pulled my hands off his belt though, "I'm leaving these on, for tonight. Like I said, let's take our time, Yeah, we've waited awhile."

"But.." my hand trailed down to the large tough bulge.

"Yeah, I know," his cheeks colored. "Course, look at you," he gestured at my form. "It'll go down. C'mere"

And he kissed me again and laid me out on the bed. This time it started deep and only pulled me down until the pressure was unbearable. I squirmed under him and he gave me that boyish grin.

I loved it, but I also wanted to punch him. The urge increased when he spoke.

"Need something?" His brow quirked up, And I might have hit him if he hadn't brought his hand to his mouth. He wet his index and middle finger and then I watched as they descended between us to where our bodies came to a point.

"Yes," I said when the wet fingers found my folds. I'm not sure if I was answering his question though.

"What do you like?" He whispered, seriousness all over his face this time as he separated my lips and ran a finger up from opening to just under the gather at the center of me.

I tried to shrug but the arch of my back made it hard to tell.

"That's alright," he pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers and I keened. "We can figure that out together," and he kissed me while we discovered my Hallelujah.

I woke up three short hours later to butterfly kisses on my cheeks.  When my eyes fluttered open, Harry was in my face and he was beaming. The force of his smile was a torch in a dark place.

"Oh good!" He played innocent, "you're awake! I got your coffee, and I couldn't wait to show you what I got you yesterday."

"You are very loud," I rolled over into my pillow and yelped when I felt the breeze on my backside, shit, I was still naked. Harry emphasized my predicament when he shook the bed when he flopped back on the mattress while swatting my ass.

"Ta-da," his jazz hands were ridiculous. His pinkies even thought so as they tried to leave their embarrassing siblings behind.

I rolled over and covered my chest up to my clavicle before I looked over to his big reveal.  There on the bedside table was a mug, with a scrabble 'M'on the side.

"Oh!" I gulped and I felt my eyes water again.

"I noticed you didn't seem to like the hotel ones. I've been meaning to get you something since my candle, and when I saw this, I knew it was perfect," he looked so pleased with himself, so sure of my praise, that I wanted to take the piss, but I couldn't. Harry Styles also seemed to be gifted at gift giving.

"They're so plain and impersonal," I said and sat up without thinking to take the cup, exposing my breasts. My cheeks colored, and he looked, openly, but then he covered me and kissed the tip of my nose.

"They are. But now you have your own,"

I kept my lips tightly closed, but I stared at him, wide eyed.

"Mel," he said, closing his eyes and slanting his head right, "I don't care," and he kissed me. Full on the lips, morning breath be damned.

I went to put my cup down to get my hands on him, but he stopped me.

"No, drink it. I have a band meeting. They called everybody this morning. Stay right here. I'll be back soon, and I'll be back sooner if you stay just like this."

"Ok," I promised.

"Ok!" He responded and kissed my lips and then nose. "Be right back." And he backed out of the room.

When I heard the hotel door room close, I squealed and kicked my legs, the end of the sheet plonking into my mug. "Oops," I cooed before settling down to drink my coffee and write in my journal.

I was still on cloud nine when Harry came back a bit over an hour later.

But his face was all wrong and I felt more exposed than I had when he pulled my dress down.

"Melody," no, my name sounded wrong, "we have to talk."

No, fuck, not again.