(No Control - 50. Ready To Run, first part)

I'm glad she doesn't question me. I look away shyly and she pulls my lips to hers and kisses me, running her fingers through my hair. It feels amazing.

She doesn't put up a fight as I slowly kiss my way down her body to her inside thighs, and just as I slide my tongue softly between her legs she murmurs my name.

"Mmmm?" I murmur back, my lips pressed against her, and she gasps and pushes her hips down hard on the bed. I have to stop myself from smirking and punching the air. I love that she's enjoying it.

"I... This isn't going to take long," she says, in a strangled voice.

As I flick my tongue gently back and forth I slide my finger inside her and she gasps again and squirms underneath me.

"Christ, Harry, don't stop!" she pants. "Fuck."

This is making me so hard. Knowing she's close is making my heart pound. I move my tongue faster and gently grip her thighs as her hips rise off the bed and she cries out, fisting the covers in her hands. She puts one hand over her mouth and I can feel her legs shaking. I carry on until she relaxes, and then I lift my head to look at her. I can't stop grinning. She fucking loved that.

I take a sip of water before laying on top of her, between her legs. Her breathing is still ragged and I can see her chest gently trembling with every heartbeat.

"Good?" I ask.

"Uh.. yeah, just a bit," she says shakily, and I smile again. I feel like I just got top marks.

She reaches up and kisses me softly, and the feel of her lips sends a shiver down my spine. I honestly don't think I've ever had this reaction to anyone before. It's like my body just responds to her of its own accord. Even when I'm lying on top of her, our skin touching, I want to be closer to her.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her softly, as I lightly caress her stomach. "The way you make me feel... You're like a drug, I just can't get enough of you."

"The feeling's mutual," she whispers, and my smile widens.

Her comments from earlier come back to me as we kiss, and I feel a sudden urge to protect her; to reassure her. I don't want her to doubt me. I don't want her thinking I'm some celebrity arsehole who shags around. I try to put everything I have into the kiss, cupping her face in my hands gently.

"I'll never hurt you," I whisper. "Please trust me."

She gently squeezes my biceps as her tongue touches mine, so I know she's heard me, but she doesn't answer. Does she trust me? I can't bear the thought that she doesn't.

I push my hips gently against her so she can feel how hard I am for her. Only for her. She removes my boxers and I quickly put on a condom - I can't take any more risks. She starts to sit up but I push her gently down.

"No, stay there," I say, softly. "I told you, I want to make love to you."

She lays back and looks up at me so innocently as I lower myself down on top of her. The song in the background changes to Love Me Like You Do, and I pull back from her to look into her eyes. This song could have been written about us. It just sums us up so perfectly.

She's smiling at me, and I know she's thinking the same thing.

"This is us," I whisper. "This song. It's you and me."

"I love it," she whispers back, and my stomach flips over; I'm not sure why. "It's reminded me of you since the night we met," she says, and I smile again as she pulls me close to her, guiding me inside her.

It feels awesome.

"Go really slow," she says, so quietly I barely hear her.

"I'm going to," I tell her.

I interlace my fingers with hers, and press her hands against the bed, gently holding her underneath me as I begin to move. I stare into her eyes. The connection is fucking intense.

Sex has never felt this good with anyone else. This is something different, and I've no idea why.

I kiss her softly, over and over again, and I can feel that familiar tension building as I move smoothly on top of her. My breathing is increasing and hers is too; she's kissing me more urgently, and suddenly she wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in deeper.

I'm really trying hard to keep the pace slow and gentle but my hips seem to be thrusting by themselves now, and I'm getting dangerously close. I need to calm down but it just feels so good.

I groan loudly and involuntarily and she looks up at me with those wide eyes. Fucking hell, she has no idea how much she turns me on.

"Are you...?" she lets the question hang. She thinks I've lost control already. It's not an unfair assumption.

"No, but I'm about to," I reply, and it comes out strangled.

"Me too," she whispers, and I feel my dick spasm at the thought. "Harry... look at me... when you come..."

Oh fucking hell. That's just sent me over the edge.

"Oh God, Jess, you don't know what you do to me when you say things like that," I gasp, as my whole body tenses and I prepare myself for what's about to come.

I start to tremble and I force my eyes open and stare into hers as I come. I feel like my whole body is on fire as every inch of my skin tingles, and stars dance in front of my eyes. I gasp, feeling dizzy, and she squeezes me tighter with her legs and my hips shudder. Her hips are rising up off the bed to meet mine, pulling me so deep inside her. This eye contact is the biggest turn on.

Eventually we both start to slow, and I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips, panting.

"I just saw stars," I confess. "What the fuck was that?"

I bury my face in her shoulder.

"I don't think I can move," she says faintly.

"Then don't," I breathe. I don't want to move either. I could stay here forever.

I want her arms around me, holding me close to her. I release her hands (which I was still pinning to the bed) and relax on top of her. Her arms immediately slip around me and she kisses my hair gently, sending a fresh wave of butterflies to my stomach.

"That was..." she begins, but doesn't continue.

"Yeah," I murmur, still breathing hard. "It was."

I need to get rid of this condom, but I don't want to move. I'm so comfy here. But my dick says otherwise, and slips out so I am forced to heave myself off the bed and into the bathroom to chuck it in the bin. I shove an elastic band around my hair to keep it out of the way, and pull on a clean pair of boxers. I catch sight of myself in the mirror as I am about to leave the bathroom. My face is flushed and I'm grinning. I look stupidly giddy.

I switch the lights and the music off and slip under the covers beside her.

"Are you trying to seduce me again?" she mutters, and I grin as I know she is referring to my hairstyle.

"No," I say, honestly.

"The mun says otherwise," she says, after a moment.

"The mun can't talk," I remind her.

"It talks to me, believe me."

I'm still grinning.

"What does it say?" I ask.

"Bang me," she says immediately, and I laugh.

"Anything else?"

"Nope. That's all it can say," she says, and I hear the rustle of the bed covers as she shakes her head. "That's all it needs to say."

"You are funny," I grin at her.

"I'm only saying what the world is thinking," she retorts, I chuckle.

Why would I care what the world is thinking?

"I don't care what the world is thinking. I only care what you think," I tell her.

"Well I think you are amazing," she says in a small voice, and my heart starts to pound.

"Really?" I ask softly.

"Of course," she says, skating her fingers over my chest.

I hope she can't feel my heart hammering. This is it. This is where I ask her.

Oh fucking hell, I'm nervous. Pull it together, Styles.

"I mean it, Jess. I only care what you think. I'm not interested in anyone else. In any way."

For fuck's sake, my voice is shaking.

I plough on anyway.

"I don't want any other girls," I say, quickly. "I just want you. I'm not going to be unfaithful to you. I want to see you again. I want us to be... us. You know. Official."

This isn't coming out how I wanted it to. It was supposed to be cool and sophisticated, not pathetic and shaky.

Oh fuck, she isn't saying anything, she's just looking up at me blankly. This is the part where she rejects me, isn't it.

Is there a way to rewind time? Can we just forget I ever said anything?

I've scared her off, haven't I?

Fuck.

"I don't want anyone else either," she says, suddenly, and I feel my face breaking into a grin It's all I can do not to let out a sigh of relief. "I've got it bad for you, Harry, despite what you may think," she adds.

"You don't give much away," I say, gently.

"Only because I don't want to make a fool of myself," she says, overly casually. "Our worlds are so different, and sometimes... no, most of the time I..." she pauses, momentarily. "I don't think I'm enough for you."

Whatever I was expecting her to say, it wasn't that.

"Why would you think that?" I ask in confusion.

"Because you're Harry Styles," she says.

"Yes, I am."

There is a pause.

I wait.

She's looking at me expectantly.

Have I missed something?

"Is that it?" I ask.

"Isn't that enough of a reason?" she replies.

Um, no? What does my name have to do with this?

"Well it shouldn't matter who I am," I reason. "So you're going to have to give me more to go on than that."

"Of course it matters who you are," she says softly. "You're world famous. You can barely walk down the street without someone recognising you, and wanting to speak to you and hug you and have a picture taken with you. You literally have the pick of pretty much any woman in the world. So why choose me? It just seems too good to be true."

Is she joking? I can't believe she's worried about this.

"Why does it?"

"For loads of reasons!" she says, and she's twisting her fingers together and biting her lip. She's nervous. "You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're confident, you're caring, you're sweet, you're... you're every girl's dream."

My stomach flutters again at the way she's talking about me, but I can't resist pushing her a little bit further, just to see how she responds.

"Am I your dream?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes and blushes.

"You know you are," she sighs.

YESSSSSSSS!

"I wanted to hear you say it," I smirk. "It's not often you open up like this. I'm making the most of it."

"Only because I'm too afraid of getting hurt," she says quietly.

"Yes, you said that before," I say gently, and I stroke a strand of hair away from her face. "Why do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"Because of everything I just said. I'm scared you'll find someone prettier, sexier and more appealing. And when you do it'll be on the front page of every magazine and it'll be rammed down my throat and..."

She hesitates. I wait.

"And I don't think I can cope with seeing you with someone else," she says, and swallows hard.

"Why would I do that?" I ask.

I don't understand why she's so convinced I'm going to sleep around.

"You already did," she says bluntly, and I feel myself flinch at her words.

"Oh God," she says quickly, before I can respond. "I didn't mean to throw that in your face. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I was just being honest. I'm sorry."

As much as I'm hurt, I can see her point. I understand how my kiss and tell must have looked.

"No it's ok," I sigh. "I take it you mean the girl in Manila?" (She nods.) "If I could turn back time I would," I promise. "I'm sorry that hurt you... that I hurt you."

She shakes her head, frowning.

"Don't apologise. I had no right to be upset about it. We weren't in a relationship; we'd had a couple of one night stands. So you had no obligation to me or anything."

"Maybe not, but I already liked you a lot by that point," I admit. "And if I'd thought I would end up falling - " Falling? "Feeling this way about you then I wouldn't have slept with her. I know that now. I'm not a cheat."

"How do you feel about me?" she asks, and my stomach flutters.

"I can't get enough of you," I confess.

"Is there anything else I should know?" she asks, almost fearfully, and an image of Taylor Swift flashes through my mind. I should probably tell Jess about my arrangement with Taylor, but I don't want to ruin the moment. Besides, I don't want to make it out to be a big deal when it isn't.

"No," I fib.

"Ok," she nods, and suddenly I want to explain my thoughts about her, to make up for my little white lie.

"Well... maybe that you were never just a one night stand to me," I say quickly. "I think a part of me suspected that from the first moment I kissed you."

"It's all I thought you could ever be," she tells me. "I never would have dreamed in a million years that any of this would happen."

I love this open, honest Jess. She makes me want to protect her.

I hook my arm around her and pull her across the bed close to me and bury my face in her hair, inhaling the tropical scent.

"So...," I begin, feeling self-conscious. "Are we official?"

"Looks like we are," she says, grinning. "Wait - does official also mean public?"

Oh. She wants to go public? I hadn't bargained on this.

"Well I'm not exactly one for big announcements," I explain, fidgeting.

"I know that," she says. "I mean I'm not ready for it to be public knowledge just yet. Can we keep it just between us for now?"

Oh.

Why does that suddenly make me feel like she wants to hide us? I'm aware that's really bad double standards.

"Um, ok, if that's what you want," I mutter. "You know I don't like the press knowing anything about my private life anyway. I need to let management know though. They'll want to talk to you."

Fuck. Karen will be hassling her to sign an NDA before I've even got the words out.

"Talk to me?" she asks incredulously. "Why?"

I shrug, trying to play it down.

"To tell you what to say and what not to say. Stuff like that."

I can't bring myself to tell her about contracts and agreements. She'll run a mile.

"I don't plan on saying anything at all," she frowns, and my heart starts pounding nervously.

I hope this isn't making her have second thoughts. What other guy would ask her to meet with his fucking management company three seconds into a relationship? Sometimes it sucks being me.

"I know," I sigh. "But this is the way it works. If you're going to get involved with me they need to make sure the band's image is safe. Please don't be put off by that," I beg.

"Of course I'm not," she says softly, and she slides her finger along my bottom lip. "I just need to get my head around the thought of being your... girlfriend?"

She looks up at me for reassurance and I nod, confirming she's used the correct word. My girlfriend. I really like it.

"...before I entertain the thought of the whole world knowing as well," she finishes.

"I didn't realise it needed such a big adjustment," I murmur, nervously.

"Not in a bad way," she says quickly. "In an oh-my-God-is-this-even-real way."

OK, that's a good thing, yeah?

"So that's a good way?" I check.

"Yes, it is definitely a good way," she smiles, and I feel goosebumps break out down my spine as her finger gently strokes my lip.

"Ok good," I tell her. "Because you're sending shivers down my back right now, and I need to kiss you."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," she says cheekily.

I roll over so I'm lying on top of her, and I realise she isn't wearing anything. I press my lips against hers softly and slide my hand slowly up her side. I want to make love to her again, but I'm not sure if she wants to get some sleep? We have to be up early in the morning to get her to the airport.

She slides her foot up my leg and I nudge my hips towards her, so she can feel my growing boner.

"Harry," she murmurs against my mouth, and my dick twitches at the way she says my name. "Make love to me again," she whispers.

Yesssssss.

No need to ask me twice.