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Drag Me Down- One Direction
Photograph- Ed Sheeran

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Harry's rough fingers splay over me beneath my underwear, and my breath hitches at my throat. His persistent mouth is hot and heavy against me, never moving away from my lips unless it was only to kiss my jaw, the corner of my mouth, or neck. I felt high off of him and before I was even given a second to breathe his palm rubs me, a pleasure I haven't felt in months shooting up my spine in response to his relentless hands. My hands grip his shoulders roughly as his fingers tease me and something in my head clicks and urges me to stop when I feel the water moving around us. Stop stop stop. I manage to gather the strength I had left and pull my lips away from Harry, dipping my hand under the water to push his hand away from me. He opens his eyes then and he looks dazed, his eyes blazing with a need so strong I had to look away to keep myself from giving in again.

I place my palm over Harry's heaving bare chest, trying to calm my own as I force myself to meet his confused gaze. "Stop," I mumble to him and the crease in his forehead deepens when he furrows his eyebrows. "We can't do this."

His mouth parts and he lifts one of his untouched perfect eyebrows at me. "Why not?" His voice comes out sounding hoarse and raspy, and fuck, does it sound sexy, that I have to hold the edge of the wall for support.

"For starters, we're in a fucking public pool." I gesture around us and his eyes flicker to the water, as if he's suddenly remembering where we are.

"Private pool, actually." He corrects me and I roll my eyes at him just as he takes another step toward me. I press my hand back to his chest, forcing him to keep his distance from me.

"So is that why we 'can't do this'? Cause we're in a pool."

"No," I cautiously let my hand slip into the water between us. "It wouldn't be a good idea."

"And why the fuck not?" He huffs in annoyance and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the way his bottom lip juts out into a pout.

"It just wouldn't, Harry." I state and his green eyes coax me to continue. "Your-, we-, just, fuck-," I groan in exasperation, slapping my hand to my forehead. "I don't fucking know why it wouldn't be a good idea. It just wouldn't."

He presses his lips together in thought and the intensity behind his eyes makes me squirm in place. His eyes flicker down to my lips, making me second guess myself about it being a bad idea the longer he stares. I'm battling with my conscious when he sighs in defeat and takes an uneasy step away from me, running his wet hand through his tangled hair.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He glances over at our pile of clothes and nods his head in the direction of the door. "We should probably head back up. They're closing the pool soon and you haven't eaten yet."

I nod in agreement and watch him pull himself up the edge of the pool, the muscles on his back contracting while his arms are left bulging. He does it with such ease that I inwardly roll my eyes at how he manages to be able to do everything perfectly. I'm about to turn towards the steps when he looks down at me, holding his hand out for me to take. I look at it wearily before giving in and hesitantly grasping his hand. Without warning he bends down and pulls me up the edge, grabbing my elbow to help me to my feet once they've hit the ground. His hand is still clasping mine when I stand and I catch his eyes skimming over my bra and underwear that I self consciously let go of his hand and move to cross my arms instead. An amused smirk makes its way on his lips and he turns away from me, moving to where the towels are resting. He grabs two and strides back over to me, wrapping it around my shoulders and clutching the front of it over my chest. His hand pauses for a moment there and this time when I look at him he's staring at me through his wet eyelashes. I grip the front of the towel and when my hand brushes his, indicating for him to release it, he blinks at me and let's go. I swallow in nervousness as he takes his own towel and runs it over his wet hair, leaving it discheveled that my fingers itch to touch it.

I seem to be lost in his charming looks that when his gaze meets mine I don't even hear him speak until he calls me again, his voice raising an octave.

"Hm?" I ask, jumping out of my daze.

This time when his forehead creases his lips twitch up in amusement along with his eyes lightening. "You alright?"

"Fine, I'm fine." I sound too defensive and it's evident that he notices too when his dimple deepens in his cheek, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hide a smile.

"You going to put your clothes on then?"  I glance down at him and I want to smack myself against the forehead when I realize he's already fully clothed again. When did he change? Was I that distracted by his damn looks?

"Oh," My cheeks flush and I quickly move to my pile of clothes, not caring that my chest is still a little wet when I shrug my shirt back on followed by my shorts. Harry waits for me then leads the way to the door, taking my towel from me and dumping it inside a big hamper along with his, next to the door. He pushes the door open for me, holding it until I've stepped through and we slowly walk to the elevators side by side. The elevator ride back to our floor seems to take so long even though it's only a floor beneath us, that I release a breath of relief once the elevator doors open to our floor. I timidly follow behind Harry down the hallway until we've reached our room and he slides the card in before pushing the door open.

When we walk in it's oddly quiet and we take careful steps into the living room. There's one empty box of pizza sitting on the dinning table along with 4 empty beer bottles that I grunt in annoyance that these boys can't even seem to clean up after themselves. I make my way into the living room, gathering their trash in my hands and turning to the kitchen when I see Louis standing behind the counter. He has a spoon in front of his face that's paused mid bite as he suspiciously glances between Harry and I. He skims our wet clothes, my flushed cheeks, and Harry's red lips just as it dawns on him what went on, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Well, well, well," He taunts, bringing the spoon of chocolate cake into his mouth, licking it and then pointing it at us accusingly. "You two fucked or what?"

Harry rolls his eyes in annoyance and my face flushes. "No." I say defensively, and Louis just smirks.

"Whatever, something went down. I'll find out eventually." His smile widens and I have to restrain myself from bounding over to him just to strangle him.

"You're so fucking nosy." Harry mutters and Louis just shrugs in response, the smile still plastered on his face.

"Old news H," He dumps his plate and spoon into the sink, chugging his glass of milk down before putting that in the sink as well. "There's a few pieces of pizza left in that box for you." He says, nodding his head towards a pizza box on the counter.

I move around the island of the counter, dumping the empty pizza box into the trash and lining the bottles up on the sink. "Where's Nicole?"

Louis' smile turns mischievous while his eyebrow raises. "She disappeared into Niall's room."

My mouth falls open in shock and I suddenly want to bombard Louis with questions, but Harry's look of disgust stops me from doing just that. He scowls and glances toward the rooms in the hallway, and when he looks back a small smile is threatening to come out.

"Well shit." He laughs, shaking his head. "Can't say I didn't see that coming."

"Me too," Louis grins, moving around the counter and swiping a half full beer bottle off of it. "I'm going to bed. All the rooms are taken by the way, except for the room you and Nicole called earlier Kaydence. The sofa isn't a bed after all, the woman got it wrong." Louis' watches Harry and I with amusing looks and chuckles softly. "So uh, either you two bunk up or someone's sleeping on that couch. G'night lovebirds!" He calls over his shoulder as he saunters down the hallway to his room and my mouth is pressed into a thin line while Harry shifts uncomfortably on his foot.

"Well I'll take the couch, you can have the bed." He mutters, moving his long legs across the room to the couch and readjusting the pillows. He looks around him, then frowns when he doesn't find what he's looking for and I'm walking around the counter towards him.

"What's wrong?"

"There's no blanket." He strides across the room to the hallway, opening one of the closet doors there and the frown on his face deepens. "Guess I have to call front desk for one."

Against my better judgment I shake my head no at him, and his hand pauses on the door when he sees. "You can sleep in the bed, with me." I mumble.

His mouth parts and his eyes widen slightly in disbelief and I move to cross my arms again, just to have something to do with my fidgeting hands.

"W-what?" He clears his throat and closes the closet door. "I mean, what? Are you sure?"

I shrug, trying to come off as if the thought of sleeping next to Harry didn't give me butterflies, or make my heart stutter in my chest. "The bed is huge, it's big enough for us both."

His eyes watch me warily and he nods in agreement, running his fingers through his hair and tugging it. "Yeah. I mean, okay yeah."

I give him a tight smile and walk past him, his boots scraping across the tiled floor as I lead the way to the bedroom. My heart is hammering against my chest and my palms are sweaty but I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me to turn back around and tell him never mind. It's just sleeping. Sleeping is all we're going to do. Sleep. Just sleep.

I slip off my sandals at the door of the bedroom then step on the soft carpet, glancing back to see Harry sauntering in with his brown boots on. I almost scold him for not taking them off to keep the carpet from getting dirty but he's probably used to places like this, it must not faze him the same way it does to me.

I walk to my duffel bag and squat down to take out a new pair of underwear, a sports bra, toothpaste and toothbrush, Harry watching my every move to the bathroom. I close the door behind me, quickly changing my underwear and bra then turn the faucet on to wash my face. I wipe off the little makeup I had on today, scowling at my red cheeks before brushing my teeth.

When I walk back into the bedroom Harry is just walking in with a new pair of boxer briefs on, and a gray loose t-shirt that is see through. His hair curls around his chiseled jaw and when his eyes meet mine he lowers his head, tugging on his roots out of habit. I toss my dirty clothes over my duffel and hesitantly move to one side of the bed, throwing the blanket back and crawling underneath them. The bed sinks next to me and I turn my gaze to the ceiling to avoid his gaze only to curse myself when I am just noticing that it's a mirror ceiling. Great. Fucking great.

Since I can now see Harry just from looking at the damn mirrors, he lays his head back against the pillow next to me with his arm bent back behind his head. His eyes close briefly, and when he opens them slowly again his body tenses as his gaze meets mine through the mirror. There's a beat of silence and then there's Harry's deep chuckle, his body shaking the bed as he laughs.

"Well, that's...convenient." He laughs again and the dimples in his cheeks and the way his eyes are crinkling in the corners makes a bubble of laughter burst out of me. I laugh along with Harry, both of us shaking the bed and I watch the way his palm lays flatly against his chest as he laughs, and the toothy grin that he has, noting to myself to remember the way he looks right now.

His laugh fades and he dabs the corner of his eyes, catching tears that had fallen from laughing too much. He blinks then looks back up at the ceiling, his gaze never leaving mine through the mirror.

"Are you scared?" He suddenly asks and I frown in confusion.

"Of what?"

"Meeting your mum," he says quietly and his hand moves in the space between our bodies. "Are you scared?"

I swallow the lump in the back of my throat and fiddle with the blanket lying on top of me. My mom wasn't really something I felt like discussing with Harry, but I needed to vent. Nicole wasn't here to be my listener like she always was, but Harry was. And he had been a great listener back when we were together.

"A little," I confess. "More nervous than scared."

"Why?" He whispers and I shrug.

"I don't know what to expect I guess? Like, why did she give me up? Was it because she had a shit life and couldn't take care of me or that she simply didn't want me?" I pause, taking a deep breath and turning my eyes to rest on the wall across the room. "What if she doesn't even want to see me?" I mutter.

"She'd be an absolute nut if she didn't want to see you."

I ignore the way his words make my stomach flutter and rub my forehead with the back of my hand. "I'm just nervous for what she'll say and for how it'll make me feel."

There's silence and I wonder if Harry had fallen asleep when the bed suddenly dips next to my side. I look up at the mirrored ceiling and see Harry lying right next to me, his hand holding up his head as he looks at me directly and not through the mirror.

"I don't think you should be nervous."

I scowl and turn my face to the side, almost flinching away when I realize how close Harry actually is to me. My heart thumps a little faster and I gulp when his eyes flicker down to my lips momentarily before darting up to meet my eyes again.

"I think that's a stupid thing to say because how can I not be nervous?"

The corner of his mouth turns up a little and he bites his bottom lip with his perfect teeth, then letting it go. "Because you have the upper hand here. She has no idea you're coming to see her, let alone that you know she exists. It will throw her off, she won't be prepared for it but you are."

"That still doesn't mean I'm not nervous." I mutter and he twists his mouth to the side in thought and my eyes wander to the  stubble growing on his chin.

"I'm not saying you're not, I'm saying you shouldn't be. You've built yourself up to this when she hasn't. You're so much stronger than you think," he whispers the last part, his eyes staring at me in a way that makes me want to pull the covers over my head and hide from him. "You've always been unbelievably brave."

"It's all just for show, I'm not as brave as you think."

"But you are," He lifts his hand that's lying between us hesitantly, slowly bringing it to my cheek as he runs his knuckle over it and stopping it when he reaches my mouth. He trades his knuckle for his forefinger, lightly tracing the outline of my lips. "It was brave of you to leave me. Even though I wish you hadn't, it was fucking brave. You put me before yourself. I wouldn't have been able to do that. To leave you. Even if I knew I was bad for you, I would have stayed because I'm fucking selfish and I'm not as brave as you." His voice is so soft and he sounds so vulnerable that I almost give in and wrap my arms around him, but restrain myself when he drops his hand between us again.

"It was hard, you know." I blurt out and his green eyes darken, narrowing slightly.

"What was?"

"Leaving you. It was hard, it wasn't an easy thing to do. In case that's what you thought."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, only stares at me but I can tell by the way his jaw moves he's trying to keep himself from saying something. His eyes bore into me and I shove the blankets off of me, becoming too hot under Harry's stare.

"I know it wasn't," he finally says. "At first I thought it was easy for you but, I was wrong."

"You were." I agree and he smirks down at me, his eyes dancing with wit.

"Don't get used to hearing that now, I'm hardly ever wrong."

I roll my eyes at him and find myself giggling, shaking my head at his cockiness. He grins in response and with out thinking I lift my hand to poke his dimple with my forefinger. The smile falls from his face and I drop my hand in shock, mentally slapping myself for doing that. His lips part and he's giving me a look I can't seem to read, but it only throws me off more when he slowly reaches for my hand and brings it up to his face, placing a single kiss on my knuckle. The air in the room shifts, warmth spreads up my arm and I feel like I might melt at the sweet gesture. I haven't seen this side of Harry in a long time, at the beginning of the week he was so cold and bitter, I thought this Harry could be gone. But I was wrong, he always was, and still is here.

He stares down at my hand then surprises me even more when he intertwines our fingers together, clasping my hand in his. He gazes at them with so much emotion an overwhelming feeling washes over me as he lays his head down right next to mine, tightening his hold on my hand.

He sighs almost happily and brings our clasped hands near his cheek, briefly kissing the top of mine again. "Don't be nervous tomorrow, you'll be okay."

I let out a tired sigh, blowing Harry's curls next to my face in the process. "I'll try."

He shifts and his body is now pressed to the side of mine, making my skin raise in goosebumps. "Besides, you have us. You have me." He repeats the words from earlier quietly and for the third time tonight, due to the curly headed man with breathtaking green eyes, my heart doubles over in my chest. "You have me." He breathes, clutching my hand closer to him, his voice below a whisper I almost don't hear him. "You've always had me."

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