"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I couldn't work out what this guy's problem was? Did he stalk me here?

"Lily, my Mum and sister raised me better than to leave a girl alone and crying in a bar. Come on, let's get you out of here." He hooked his arms under my armpits and picked me up with minimal effort.

"Did you follow me here? I have a good mind to call the Police." I snapped at him once he'd stood me up.

"Wow! You think a lot of yourself, don't you?" He chuckled before he continued, "I was here for a meeting and when it was over, I spotted your pink hair at the bar, that's why I called you. And I hung around because your conversation with that guy seemed intense and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

" I'm sorry." I sniffled. I felt awful for judging him. He was actually being really sweet.

"It's okay. Do you have a room here?" He asked as we exited the bar, his arm around my waist guiding me gently. I shook my head, and he lightly nudged me towards the entrance to the hotel.

His car, a vintage Jaguar E-type, seemed to be there waiting on us, at least I assumed it was his since he sat me in the passenger seat and clipped in my belt before he closed the door and walked around the other side and got in the car himself.

"Where to?" Harry asked, and I realised I had no idea. I had been staying with Anne-Marie while in London but I didn't want to go back there. I couldn't face her and all the questions she'd have. I shrugged as Harry pulled away from the Hotel.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we'd been driving for about ten minutes. I had been staring out the window at random people that passed by, trying to ignore the fact I felt lost inside as well as not actually having a clue where I was.

"Don't take this the wrong way. I just want to make sure you're somewhere safe, yeah?" He had that unsure look on his face again. I felt myself panic. He could be taking me fucking anywhere.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.

"I'm taking you to mine. I'm not trying to make a move on you or anything. I promise." His voice was deliberately gentle. I nodded and leaned my head against the window. I had no husband, no home to call my own, I was a mess. I felt the contents of my stomach churning around in my body. Oh fuck!

"Stop!" I yelled as the contents of my stomach threatened to empty themselves all over Harry's car.

"Lily, you'll be safe there. Trust me?" Harry continued to drive.

"Gonna throw up." I fidgeted in my seat, looking for options, my handbag was too small but thankfully I felt the car slow and then it came to a stop. I hurried to open the door and vomited all over the pavement. Hopefully, this was rock bottom because I really didn't think I could fall any lower.

"It'll be okay, Lily." Harry soothed as his hands pulled back my hair. "You'll be okay." I could barely hear his words as I continued to puke.

Once the contents of my stomach were well and truly emptied all over the pavement I froze. I could use a drink of water and something to wipe my mouth but I was too embarrassed to even look at Harry. At least I hadn't got puke all over his car.

"All done?" Harry's free hand gently rubbed my spine. I nodded, and I heard him rustling around behind me. "Here you go." He handed me a water bottle and a face cloth over my shoulder. "Don't worry. It's clean. I keep a few in my gym bag." But I didn't care, I'd already wiped my face and was busy gulping down the water. It felt so good. Harry's hand let go of my hair as I sat back in the chair and I realised I missed the connection.

"Thank you." I said once I'd caught my breath. I pulled the door closed and Harry started to drive again.

"Don't worry about it." His eyes were focused on the road ahead and I felt thankful that he wasn't pushing me to speak.

A short while later he slowed as we came to a white building. I saw a gate in a brick wall open and he pulled inside. I guessed he must have a fob in his pocket or something. His small garden looked pretty and just as I was about to reach for the car door handle, the door suddenly opened. I hadn't even notice Harry move.

He held his hand out to me and rather than protest I let him help me out of the car. I grabbed the bottle of water and the face cloth on my way out. He unlocked a set of French Doors and I followed him inside. I quickly kicked off my heels once I saw how clean and tidy his home looked, I didn't want to mess anything up.

"Oh, here. Give me that." He suddenly stopped, and I almost collided with him. He took the cloth and the bottle of water from me and disappeared through a door straight ahead and then vanished to the right.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" He yelled from his new location.

"No - uhm - I don't suppose you have a spare toothbrush?" I yelled back, I could still taste the vomit in my mouth and it was making me feel nauseous again.

"Oh yeah. Of course." He poked his head out and gestured ahead of him to the stairs. "Upstairs and the second door on the left. You'll find everything you need in the cabinet by the sink" He smiled as I climbed the stairs. I followed his instructions and found the bathroom and he wasn't kidding when he said I'd find everything I'd need. The cabinet was stocked better than most Hotel's, hell most Beautician's. I grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste and rinsed with mouthwash once I'd finished brushing. I felt so much better, part of me wanted to explore the rest of the contents of the cabinet but that would be rude so I headed back downstairs.

"Feeling better?" Harry appeared with a bottle wine and two glasses as I stepped off the last stair.

"Yeah. Thank you." I forced a smile. He'd been more than kind.

"I figured we could watch a movie, any preference?" He nodded for me to follow him. I walked behind him into a formal sitting room and through into a smaller room with a huge comfy sofa and a massive TV.

"Do you have Phantom?" I asked, it was my go to movie when I felt sad.

"Phantom Menace?" Harry screwed up his face.

"No. Phantom of the Opera." I looked at him pleadingly.

"I can have a look." He smiled. "Didn't have you pegged as a Musical lover."

"I love them." I replied as I sank down onto the sofa. They were the perfect escape from reality.

"Ha, don't let it be said that I don't deliver." He plopped himself down beside me as the opening to the auction started to play on the screen. I smiled as he poured us each a glass of red wine, feeling grateful for the distraction and even more grateful that he wasn't pushing me to talk.

"Oooh. I love this part!" I squealed excitedly and squeezed Harry's arm as the auctioneer announced lot 666.

"Quite a transformation." Harry remarked, not bothering to remove his arm from my grasp.

"You know I feel a bit like the Phantom sometimes." Harry said as the credits rolled and I couldn't help but shriek with laughter. I think I might have had too much wine. I tried to calm myself down when I realised that Harry looked genuinely hurt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh - it's just you are the epitome of beauty, everything that the Phantom wishes he could be - sorry." I looked guiltily at the floor, I didn't mean to upset him.

"I just meant that sometimes I feel like I'm always hidden behind a mask, few people are interested in the real me. Fans don't want to see me sad or broken, they want happy, smiley Harry and sometimes that is the last thing in the world I'm feeling and it sucks." My heart ached at his confession, I don't think people realised how difficult a celebrity's life could be. I'd lost count of the amount of times I'd seen Christian or Richard paint a smile on their face when they weren't feeling it. I'd seen them snap at people too for the same reasons. I ran my fingers along the palm of Harry's hand and smiled as our hands linked together in the space between our bodies. I don't know why I did that, but it felt nice.

"You can call me when you feel down. We can both watch Phantom and talk while we drink some wine." I bumped my shoulder against his.

"Lily, tell me something real about you?" Harry's head leaned on my shoulder. 

"Hmm... you don't want to know something real about me." I sighed. 

"I do. I just made myself look like an idiot. Now you need to. Please, Pinky?" He tightened his grip on my fingers.

"Pinky?" I glared at him.

"Shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud. It's because of the hair." He grinned as he turned his head to look at me. 

"Well, I don't have nicknames. Everyone calls me Lily or Lil." I frowned. I didn't want a little pet name.

"Fine, Lil-y." He rolled his deep green eyes as he dragged out my name. "Now spill some secrets."

"Right now, I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared and I don't know what to do." I blurted out my confession. 

"What are you scared of?" Harry's wide eyes stared at me.

"I just signed my divorce papers. My entire life changed with the flick of a pen. I have nothing except my job." I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I gasped when I felt Harry swipe it away.

"I thought you left - nevermind. Lily you don't need tobe scared. Being divorced isn't so bad. My parents got divorced when I was seven and it made my Mum stronger and even happier when she eventually found the love of her life, my step-father Robin. Maybe he just wasn't right for you, Pinky?" Harry's thumb stroked over mine and it made me feel calm until he'd called me that bloody nickname.

"You thought I left Richard because he proposed?" I guessed. That was what they had written in the papers and magazines.

"Yeah. I swear I don't listen to gossip. It's just my friend, she mentioned something she'd read and -"

"It's alright. Not many people knew. We've been married for - sorry - we'd been married? We were married? That sounds more correct, we were married for three, almost four years. I thought we'd be together forever, but I also thought we wanted the same things, turns out I was wrong on both counts." I rambled but I couldn't seem to stop myself. Harry's presence was comforting and his silence non-judgemental. "I left the restaurant that night because he said he wanted a baby and that definitely wasn't part of our plans."

"Oh." Harry's quiet gasp interrupted me. "That's some big shit. I mean - there isn't really any getting around that, is there?"

"No." I sighed. "I know it's selfish, but I wished he hadn't said anything but obviously that wouldn't have worked forever and he'd probably just have ended up resenting me."

"I think you're right." Harry squeezed my hand gently.

"It still hurts though." He pulled me into a hug. 

"If it helps you feel better my ex left me for some model he met at work." His shoulder nudged me as he shrugged. 

"Prick!" I muttered, and we broke apart as we laughed. 

"You look really cute when you laugh." He pulled me back in towards him I allowed my body to soften into his, being in his arms felt like being wrapped in a warm duvet.

"Sexy, even." His words caressed like silk on my skin and my lips puckered against his neck, his scruffy stubble both tickled and scratched and I couldn't stop imagining how it would feel much lower down my body. I sucked softly below the flawless edge of his jaw until he pulled away from me. Shit! What a fuck-up!

"Lily, I think it's fairly obvious that I'm attracted to you but we - you don't have to do this. I was serious when I said I had no ulterior motives in bringing you here." Harry looked at me seriously.

"I know." I smiled up at him. "But I want you, Harry." I admitted. I'd wanted him from the minute I'd saw him in that damn towel. "I need to be fucked. Please, fuck me?"

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I crashed my lips to hers because Lord knows; I needed that too. I hadn't had sex in months, way too many months and I let out a needy groan as her tongue explored my mouth. She climbed into my lap, her legs straddling me as her fingers worked on undoing the buttons on my shirt. She pushed it off my shoulders and I actually whimpered when she pulled her lips from mine. Fuck I was desperate and the way her eyes roamed my body did nothing to help calm me down.

"Fuck! I wish I had time to explore all of these..." her pointer finger trailed over my tattoos, "and such a beautiful canvas." She smirked. I whined. This was not where I needed her attention. "Not in the mood for teasing?" She chuckled lightly and grinded herself into my erection and I let out a groan. My eyes watched her in fascination as she slid her body away from me, her eyes blown with lust as they drifted down my torso.

"Fuck, Pinky!" I groaned as she traced the outline of my erection.

"Hmm... impressive." She said quietly, more to herself than to me. I hungrily pressed myself into her palm which she immediately pulled away. "Easy..." She purred. "Kiss me." Her mouth stopped a few inches from mine and I happily obliged. My tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, the way I wanted to explore a different part of her anatomy. She kissed me back just as roughly and I was getting lost in the moment until I felt the vibration of her moan on my lips. I pulled back from her and my eyes almost bulged out my head as I soaked up the sight in front of me. She'd slid her arms out from her dress which had pooled around her waist, her hard nipples strained against the sheer lace of her bralette but it was her hand that grabbed most of my attention. Her breathing quickened as she continued to please herself with her hand in her pants.

"Hey, that's my job." I complained, stilling her hand with one of mine.

"Patience." She carefully removed my hand and cupped my cheek, I pressed my cheek firmly into her palm, like a puppy dog seeking attention. When did she gain all the power? "Can you be patient for me, baby?" And the way she emphasised the word baby had me feeling conflicted. I wanted to rip her hand from her body and show her I was anything but a baby and the other part was nervous with excitement at the implications, so I nodded.

"Good!" She cooed and gently kissed my lips. I was unsure what to do with my hands which she seemed to sense as she guided them to her thighs, I held them securely, enjoying how her soft skin felt on my fingers. Her own fingers were busy working her into a frenzy again and my dick throbbed uncomfortably at the sight, I needed a release soon. Her back arched further and further and I became genuinely worried she would fall, just as I was about to reach to grab her, I felt her free hand grip my shin so I held onto her thighs a little tighter, my long fingers caressing them softly as they splayed in front of me.

Her breathing quickened and I could tell she was pretty close, I wanted to watch her face but she was arched so far back all I could see was her chin, my eyes moved down the gentle curve of her neck and watched her chest rise and fall.

"Fuck!" She cursed as she finally found her release, her arm gave out and she collapsed against my legs. I scooped her up, worried she'd hurt herself. "Kiss me." She panted, and I immediately obeyed. I needed her so badly, and I whimpered as she began undoing my belt. "Been so good for me." She cooed, and I fought to stop myself bucking up off the couch as she popped the button on my jeans and slowly slid down the zipper. I almost came on the spot as her hand gently grabbed my erection. "Oh, fuck!" She frowned, and I immediately started to panic. Had she changed her mind? Did she think this was a bad idea? "My handbag's in the car, please tell me you have condoms?"

I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and hoped there was one inside, like I said, it had been a dry spell. My fingers struggled to flick through the compartments and I could feel my frustration rise in my body along with my aching need to come. "Urgh!" I yelled as I emptied the contents of my wallet all over the sofa, my eyes frantically searching for a shiny packet which you'd have thought contained a secret treasure map with how eager I was to find it. Lily's eyes were searching just as frantically as mine.

"Well, that sucks." She sighed.

"Up-" I was about to say upstairs as I knew there was an opened box up there but my eyes had finally spotted what we both needed, the corner of the shiny blue packet just visible between the cushions. "Got you, you little fucker!" I yelled triumphantly as I waved the packet in the air.

"Yes!" Lily exclaimed before her lips crashed into mine. The way her tongue ravished my mouth had me whimpering like a puppy again. I don't think I'd ever felt this needy before. I felt deprived when she pulled away from me and climbed off my lap.

"P - please?" I begged, not caring one little bit about how desperate I sounded.

"Move your arse." She frowned at me and I cocked my head at her in confusion. "Move. Your. Arse." She punctuated every word and her hands gripped the waist of my jeans and boxers tighter.

"Oh." I felt my cheeks blush as I lifted my bum from the sofa.

"Fuck! I think you could be the death of me." She whispered. Again I got the impression she was talking to herself more than me. She wrenched my clothing down my body, stopping about halfway down my thighs, seemingly that was far enough. "See. The epitome of beauty." She licked her lips as her fingers trailed up my pulsing cock which caused a hiss to escape my lips.

"I know, baby." Her voice was gentle. "But if you want me to take care of this -" Her fingers closed around my shaft and my head fell back against the sofa, "then you'll have to give me this." The fingers of her left hand stroking over the fist I'd made around the condom.

"I'll do it." I pouted and yanked my hand away from hers, desperate to gain some dignity. I didn't want her to remember me as this pathetic, needy mess. She rolled her eyes at me and I didn't like that. "If that's okay?" I added and her playful smirk as she nodded hit me like a bolt of lightning. She liked that I was being submissive and my whole body tingled with hope that we could explore that further at some point.

Her eyes remained fixed on my cock as I rolled on the condom and as soon as I was done she pushed my hands away and gripped it firmly. She shuffled towards me and lined my tip up with her entrance, my eyes focused on her mouth as she let out a satisfied moan as she slid down onto me. "You feel so nice." She purred once she was seated on me comfortably.

"Mmm..." I agreed. She felt amazing. So tight and warm. She moved teasingly slowly. "Not gonna last long, Pinky." I confessed as her walls squeezed me perfectly as she continued with her slow movements.

"But I know you can bring me with you, can't you, baby?" Her hand cupped my cheek, and I pressed into her hand as her thumb brushed my lips. Honestly, I had no idea if I could, I was painfully close but with the way she was looking at me and the way she soothed me I was sure as hell gonna try. My hips bucked up to meet her slow movements, and I moved one of my hands to work on her clit. The moans that escaped her lips made me smile like a kid who'd been told he could have anything he wanted from the sweet shop.

"Left a little." She instructed, and I moved my fingers quickly. "No. Your left." She panted and the resulting moan she let out once my fingers were finally in the right place had me teetering on the edge.

"Oh yes! You feel so good, Harry." Her back arched and pushed her boobs into my face. "Fuck!" She panted as I sucked her nipple through her bra and it seemed like seconds later she was pulsing around me, her orgasm bringing my own shattering through me. I was still as high as a kite when I felt her lips on mine, her body still rocking gently. I felt so good I never wanted to come down but coming down to Lily kissing me tenderly was also rather nice.

"Knew you could do it." She whispered when I was fully back in the room.

"That was awesome." I replied as my head flopped back against the cushion.

"Yeah." She replied as she disentangled our bodies. I sat up and got rid of the condom in the wastepaper bin beside the sofa. "Cheers." She grinned as she grabbed our discarded glasses of wine from the coffee table.

"Cheers." I smirked as I clinked my glass with hers. I stood up and pulled up my boxers and jeans and got rid of my shirt before flopping back down on the sofa. I was sleepy. Lily had slipped back into her dress and giggled at my side. "This isn't how I thought I'd spend my evening..." Her words trailed off as sleep overtook me, my arm holding Lily close to my body. I wouldn't be surprised if she was gone when I woke up but I hoped she wasn't. 

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"Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see, that I'm still the only one who's been in love with me." I sang quietly as I made my way through the hallway of Anne-Marie's house. "I guess I'll be getting you stuck in between my teeth." I paused on the bottom step. "And there's nothing I can do about it." I chuckled as I continued to climb the stairs.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Anne-Marie's angry voice startled me and I pulled my earphones from my ears.

"Jesus! You scared me half to death?" I clutched my chest as I turned to find her at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well?" She questioned before continuing without giving me a chance to answer. "I called the hotel looking for you, they couldn't recall seeing you. I was seconds away from calling that dickhead husband of yours - oh Lil, tell me you didn't have sex with him?" She paused, giving me a once over.

"He's now my ex-husband, and he's not a dickhead." I started but she cut me off.

"He lied about wanting kids for fuck's sake. I mean who the hell does that? AND the fact he's your ex just means you definitely shouldn't be sleeping with him. Jesus, Lil. I knew I should have gone with you." She sighed.

"I didn't have sex," I paused before turning and continuing up the stairs, "with him." I yelled casually over my shoulder. I smirked as I pictured the look on her face.

"Wait! Hold on! What?" She yelled and I could hear her feet thundering up the stairs behind me. "How? Where? With who?" Apparently her questions grew as she got closer.

"You were the one who said I needed to let off some steam." I smiled, it seemed that not even Anne-Marie's interrogation could shake the good mood Harry had left me in.

"Yeah but you never listen to me. Who was it?" She smiled at me.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I smirked at her as I walked into my bedroom and closed the door.

"Oh, I will." She promised before I heard her walk to her own bedroom and close the door. I tucked my earbuds back into my ears as I got ready for bed.

"End up meeting in the hallway every single time." Harry sang, and I found myself hoping he wouldn't be mad at me for leaving. It turned out to be harder than I thought it would be, watching him sleep was oddly intoxicating. He looked so sweet and peaceful and the way he held me made me feel good and not like a lonely, messed up divorcee. I climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and drifted easily off to sleep for the first time in months.