I posted Chapter 69 on Sunday but it didn't notify everyone, thanks to Wattpad being a pain but it is up, so please check it out if you haven't already :/

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Harry slid his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as we kissed. I ran my fingers up his chest to his neck, and stroked his cheek with my right hand. His hair was damp, presumably from the shower (as he was now wearing a tshirt and joggers) and pulled back in a mun. He pulled his lips away from mine and nuzzled the side of his face into my hand, his eyes closed. I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see me. He looked so relaxed and happy, it made my heart swell.

"You were amazing onstage tonight," I said softly. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"Except when you were checking out Niall," he teased, his eyes still closed but his mouth curling up into a smile.

"He grabbed his crotch," I defended myself. "The whole stadium was looking!"

"I saw you staring at Louis too," he continued, but still smiling.

"I'm only human, Harry," I chided. "I saw you blowing kisses at other women. Do you really want to go down this road?"

He opened his eyes and grinned at me. "OK, maybe not."

"I thought not," I smiled. "If I'm OK with you gyrating on stage with thousands of girls screaming your name, you can get over me checking out your bandmates."

He looked down at me, still grinning, and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Why do you always win?"

"Win what?"

He slid his arms back around my waist.

"Everything. You only have to smile at me and I fall at your feet. What have you done to me?"

(It took everything I had not to ruin the moment by singing Stockholm Syndrome at him.)

"Nothing," I said softly. "The feeling is mutual. I feel like I can't function properly without you, Harry."

He squeezed me tightly and I leaned my head against his chest and sighed.

There was a sharp knock at the door and Niall's voice shouted, "Harry! Are you decent in there?!"

"Of course we are!" Harry called back, letting go of me and walking over to the door.

"What does he think we're doing?" I asked without thinking, and Harry threw me a guilty look over his shoulder as he opened the door and Niall stepped in.

"Hey Jess," he greeted me, and Louis appeared behind him in the doorway, making my heart leap. "Have you still got my iPod charger?" Niall asked Harry.

"Err, yeah, somewhere," Harry said vaguely, and began rooting in one of his bags on the floor.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys," Louis apologised, smirking.

"Yeah right," Harry muttered.

"It's OK, you didn't," I said, shooting a glance at Harry, but he wasn't looking at me.

"Sure," Louis smirked again, making my face turn red. 

"Can I have a selfie?" I blurted, then rolled my eyes in embarrassment.

Niall laughed. "Of course," he said.

"Err, she meant me," Louis said, rolling his eyes too, and coming over to me and draping his arm around my shoulder. "I'm her favourite."

He pulled his phone out and held it out in front of us, and snapped a picture.

"Stop saying things like that!" I scolded him. "You'll give Harry a complex!"

"Worse than he already has?" Louis retorted.

"Fuck off," Harry snapped.

Niall grinned. "I feel left out. I'm the only one she hasn't run down a corridor for."

My face was going redder by the minute. "I didn't run to Liam either," I muttered. "But... can I have a picture with you too?"

Harry chuckled as he stood up with Niall's charger, and Niall came and stood with Louis, who snapped another picture, and then removed his arm from my shoulder as Harry glared.

"What's your number? I'll send it to you," Louis said.

I silently screamed and gave Louis my number and he saved it in his phone as 'Jessieee'. A minute later my phone pinged with two picture messages, and I gave a squeak of excitement that I managed to turn into a cough.

"Thanks!" I grinned.

"Come on Niall," Louis called, winking at me. "Let's leave them to their fun. They haven't seen each other in a week."

"I know," Niall replied, knowingly. "Harry took my advice earlier, didn't you H?"

"What advice?" I asked, as Harry turned pink and Louis sniggered.

"Let's just say you'll be thanking me later, Jess," Niall said mischievously. "You owe me one."

He cackled gleefully as Harry forcibly pushed him out of the door, and Louis followed.

Harry closed the door behind them and came back over to me, his face pink.

"What advice did Niall give you?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just guy stuff," he said quickly.

"Was it about me?" I wondered.

Harry cleared his throat. "Um, sort of, in a round about way."

"Why were you snapping at Louis?"

"I wasn't," he said quickly - too quickly.

"You were," I said. "Have you fallen out?"

"No," he said shortly, turning away from me.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his arm. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he sighed. "I can't talk about it."

My stomach fluttered nervously. "Why not?"

"It's... just band stuff."

"You can tell me anything, Harry," I said, turning him around so he was facing me, and pulling his arms open. "I won't ever repeat any of it."

"I know, baby," he said, pulling me against his chest. "It's not that I don't trust you - please don't think that. I will tell you, just not now, ok? I really, really don't want to think about it. I've missed you and I just want tonight to be about us." He leaned down and kissed me gently, and then rested his forehead against mine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and I blushed at his words. It wouldn't matter if I never heard those words again in my life. To have heard them from Harry Styles was enough.

I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him, and pushed my body against his. His hands moved up my back and into my hair, grabbing handfuls of it as the kiss rapidly heated up, and my hands slipped underneath the hem of his tshirt, stroking his hips and making his whole body shudder.

I pulled his top up and over his head and he pushed me down onto the bed, leaning over me and kissing me passionately. He slid his hands up my sides, pushing my top up, and I sat up briefly to slip it over my head before laying back underneath him again. His fingers found the button on my jeans and I kicked my shoes off with my feet as he pulled them down my thighs and let them drop on the floor.

"What is it with you and these matching underwear sets?" he breathed as I pulled his joggers down and discovered he wasn't wearing any boxers.

"They're obviously for your benefit," I breathed as his lips came crashing onto mine again.

"They're awesome," he murmured into my mouth. "It's a pity they have to come off, really."

He hooked his index fingers either side of my pants and pulled them down and I reached behind me to unclip my bra. Harry pushed me back again and pulled the covers over us as he lay on top of me and slid his arm behind me and pulled me close to him. His lips found mine again, his fingers found my nipples, and he breathed heavily as I slipped my hand between us and stroked him gently.

"Do we need a condom?" he asked after a minute.

"No," I whispered, and he moaned softly against my mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm nervous," he said suddenly, in a small, shy voice, and I pulled away an inch to look at him.

"Why?" I asked, wriggling down a bit so his erection was touching me between my legs.

"You... you make my heart pound and my knees go weak," he said. "I've been thinking about this since... since LA. I've never - you know - without a condom before. Except that one time with you, and it was incredible. And I know this is going to be even more incredible."

I pulled him gently towards me and lifted my hips up.

"Why is it?"

"Because...," he began, and faltered. I pulled him up higher and felt him slowly pressing into me.

"Why, Harry?" I asked, stroking his face again as he closed his eyes and pushed in deeper.

He groaned softly.

"Because... of the way I feel about you."

I pulled his face down to mine, my heart pounding. He kissed me and started moving gently, propping himself up on his elbows, keeping our lips touching, and I held his face in my hands.

"Oh, God, baby this feels amazing," he moaned softly.

"I know," I whispered.

"Is this OK?" he murmured, his eyes shut tight.

"It's more than OK," I assured him. "It's always amazing with you."

He moaned again and I wrapped my legs gently over his calves as he sped up a bit. 

"I can feel you, properly," he whispered, between kisses. "I can't explain it... how different it feels... I don't know if I can control it..."

"Slow down if you want," I whispered.

"No, I don't mean that," he murmured, looking into my eyes. "This feeling, Jess...."

"Jesus, Harry, you don't know what you're doing to me, talking like this," I panted. "Hearing you enjoy it this much... it's a massive turn on."

"I always enjoy it," he breathed, thrusting longer and deeper, and pressing his lips harder onto mine.

As he moved faster and harder he stroked my hair off my forehead and I bit down on his lip gently, making him cry out softly. 

"I won't be able to stop soon," he panted after another minute.

"You won't need to," I managed to say as I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled his lips onto mine to stop myself from screaming. I moaned into his mouth as I reached my peak and this seemed to tip him over the edge.

He gave a couple of hard thrusts and then cried out again and kissed me hard, his movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled. He breathed hard into my mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, and as he finally came to a stop I pulled his head down so his face was resting between my shoulder and my neck. His breathing was ragged so I stroked his hair and rested my cheek against his as I struggled to regain composure.

"Fuck," he muttered, his heart pounding against mine.

"Yeah," I agreed.

We lay together for a couple of minutes, both still breathing deeply, before he lifted his head and kissed me softly on the lips. 

"Look what you've done to me," he breathed. "I'm hooked, Jess. I'm head over heels."

My heart leapt as I looked up at him, and I felt the beginnings of a smile breaking at the corners of my mouth.

"You know it, don't you," he said, his breathing still deep and uneven. "You know."

I said nothing, and he leaned down and kissed me deeply, before pulling away and looking into my eyes.

"Know what?" I whispered, so quietly it was barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart.

He hesitated, and took a deep breath, then gently brushed his fingers against my cheek, his eyes loaded with emotion.

"I love you," he said. 

I smiled and reached my hand up to entwine my fingers with his. I could feel his heart thumping against my chest, harder than ever. He suddenly looked vulnerable, like his whole existence depended on my response.

I pulled his face gently down to mine and kissed him sweetly.

"I love you too," I said.

Harry smiled and let out a large breath, and then leaned down to kiss me again, pressing his lips against mine so that a thousand unspoken words flowed between us. 

"I love you so much," he whispered.

And I knew right then that no matter what happened, however this turned out, I would never love anyone as much as I loved Harry Styles right at that moment.

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Update 20th Feb 2016 - the No Control series is a finalist in this year's Fanfiction awards! Please vote for me - details are on my profile!