(No Control - 70. Stockholm Syndrome)

I pull her against me as our kiss heats up, and her hand gently cups my cheek. It's such an affectionate gesture that I pull away from her lips for a moment to push my face harder into her hand. I can't believe I doubted her love for me for so long. If I can just get over this stupid insecurity over Louis I think this could really go somewhere. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else.

"You were amazing onstage tonight," she says, breaking my thoughts. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"Except when you were checking out Niall," I tease her, smiling.

"He grabbed his crotch," she says, slightly defensively. "The whole stadium was looking!"

"I saw you staring at Louis too," I tease again, but I'm not really serious.

"I'm only human, Harry," she sighs softly, and I can hear the indulgent smile in her voice. "I saw you blowing kisses at other women. Do you really want to go down this road?"

This is a very good point.

"OK, maybe not," I concede, opening my eyes and grinning at her.

"I thought not," she nods. "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."

How does she always get around me so easily?

I can't help grinning at her, and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why do you always win?" I wonder out loud.

"Win what?"

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

I know what she's done to me: Made me fall in love with her.

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

A knock at the door interrupts us, accompanied by a shout from Niall.

"Harry! Are you decent in there?!"

"Of course we are!" I reply.

"What does he think we're doing?" Jess asks innocently, and Niall's comment about her mouth around my dick pops into my head. I cast a guilty look over my shoulder at her, and open the door.

Niall nods at me, and says hi to Jess, before asking me for his iPod charger. I don't even remember ever borrowing it, if I'm honest. I crouch down to look through my holdall.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys," Louis says from the doorway.

"Yeah right," I mutter under my breath.

"It's OK, you didn't," Jess says sweetly.

"Sure," Louis says knowingly, and I don't have to look at him to know he is wearing a cocky smirk.

"Can I have a selfie?" Jess suddenly asks, and I look up to see colour flooding her face as Niall laughs.

"Of course," Niall replies, and I don't have the heart to tell him she probably means Louis.

Stop being jealous, stop being jealous, STOP BEING JEALOUS.

"Err, she meant me, I'm her favourite," Louis sniggers, and I watch him drape his arm casually around Jess's shoulders.

"Stop saying things like that! You'll give Harry a complex!" Jess moans as he pulls out his own phone and takes a selfie of them.

"Worse than he already has?" Louis smirks.

"Fuck off," I snap, furiously.

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

"I didn't run to Liam either," she protests to Niall, her face now the colour of a post box. "But... can I have a picture with you too?"

To my surprise I discover an iPod charger in the side pocket of my holdall which must have been there since the Australian leg of the tour or something. I watch Niall join Jess and Louis for a picture, and glare at Louis whose arm is still around Jess's shoulders.

He sees me looking and removes it, but not before raising his eyebrows at me and grinning.

He's winding me up. I know he is. I know he's not trying to cause trouble, but I honestly don't think he fully understands how it makes me feel.

Then again, after the way I flew off the handle before, I'm in no position to preach.

"What's your number? I'll send it to you," Louis says, looking at Jess, and I hand Niall his charger back and silently hate that Louis now has Jess's number.

"Come on Niall," Louis says once he has sent the picture to Jess. "Let's leave them to their fun. They haven't seen each other in a week."

"I know," Niall replies, with a knowing look. "Harry took my advice earlier - didn't you H?"

He looks at me with his eyebrows raised, like he is waiting for me to confirm I've just had a wank in the bathroom.

"What advice?" Jess asks while I am staring at Niall in horror.

"Let's just say you'll be thanking me later, Jess," he says, casting a gleeful glance in Jess's direction. "You owe me one."

I literally push him out of the door with both hands, and Louis follows him, sniggering.

"What advice did Niall give you?" Jess asks again once the door is shut.

"Nothing. Just guy stuff," I answer, too quickly.

"Was it about me?"

Oh God. Why are we having this conversation?

"Um, sort of, in a round about way," I answer nervously, and she seems to take the hint.

"Why were you snapping at Louis?"

Oh God, what is this, Twenty Questions: 2015 Awkward Edition?

"I wasn't," I reply without meeting her eyes.

"You were," she says bluntly. "Have you fallen out?"

"No."

I turn away from her but she grabs my arm gently.

"Hey," she says softly. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I mutter. "I can't talk about it."

I can't admit I just spoke to my best mate like shit when he was at his lowest, all because I have a stupid inferiority complex, all because I am madly in love with Jess.

"Why not?"

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

"You can tell me anything, Harry," she says in a soft voice, turning my body back around so I am facing her. "I won't ever repeat any of it."

As if she thinks I don't trust her. I trust her with my life.

"I know, baby," I sigh, pulling her tightly against me again. "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."

I pause to kiss her, and then press my cheek to the top of her head and let out another sigh.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her, and she lifts her head and kisses me, holding my face in both hands and pushing herself against me. Her breasts squash against my chest and my dick twitches in response. I run my hands through her hair, feeling my heart rate increase, and her cool fingers glide against the skin of my hips underneath my tshirt. I give an involuntary shudder of pleasure and she slips my tshirt over my head before I gently push her onto the bed on her back.

I run my hands up her sides, pushing her top up as I go, and through the fabric of her bra, I can see her nipples harden. I pause to kiss one and she squirms underneath me, and I quickly pull off her jeans to reveal her matching knickers.

Jesus Christ. I'm so glad I had a tug before - she looks hot as fuck.

"What is it with you and these matching underwear sets?" I murmur as her hands pull at the waistband of my joggers.

"They're obviously for your benefit," she breathes.

"They're awesome," I whisper against her lips as we kiss. "It's a pity they have to come off, really."

I grin as I slide her knickers down without breaking our gaze, and she stares into my eyes as she unhooks her bra and lets it drop over the edge of the bed. I feel a jolt of pleasure in my groin when her lips meet mine, which intensifies as she slips her fingers around my erection and strokes me slowly.

I lie on top of her, relishing the feel of her warm skin against mine, and lean forward to brush my lips against hers. She returns the kiss, reaching up with her free hand to stroke my face softly.

I don't think I could love her any deeper if I tried.

She moves so I am lying between her legs, my erection pressing against her inside thigh.

"Do we need a condom?" I whisper. I'm sure the answer is no, but I don't want to assume.

"No," she whispers back, and I feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I moan in longing against her lips. I've built this up in my head for so long, I'm suddenly afraid of the strength of my own feelings.

"I'm nervous," I blurt, stupidly, but she doesn't laugh at me. She moves down a bit so I am perfectly lined up to push into her.

"Why?" she asks softly, tracing one finger along my jawline.

"You... you make my heart pound and my knees go weak," I mumble, feeling embarrassed at this spontaneous confession. "I've been thinking about this since... since LA."

She doesn't say anything, but looks into my eyes, listening to me. The look on her face makes me want to spill my guts to her, not just about everything that happened today, but about the way I feel about her.

"I've never... you know... without a condom before," I whisper. "Except that one time with you, and it was incredible. And I know this is going to be even more incredible."

She's pulling me up towards her now, so my tip is pressing gently against her.

"Why is it?" she asks.

She knows. She knows I love her.

"Because...," I start to say, but then I chicken out, hit with a last minute jolt of nerves.

I feel myself slipping gently into her. It feels fucking amazing, just like I remember.

"Why, Harry?" she asks again as I push forward, filling her completely.

I groan quietly; involuntarily.

"Because..."

SAY IT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

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

I'm working up to it, OK?

I start to move, never stopping kissing her. The feeling is indescribable - not just the physical side, but emotionally. I know it's corny but feel like we are connected; on the same level.

"Oh, God, baby this feels amazing," I murmur.

"I know," she breathes.

"Is this OK?"

"It's more than OK. It's always amazing with you."

"I can feel you, properly," I tell her, as she moves in rhythm with me. "I can't explain it... how different it feels..."

There is nothing in between us now, no barrier. I've never been this close with anyone before. She seems to have this ability to strip me bare, to see the real me. I would tell her anything if she asked me.

"I don't know if I can control it..." I murmur.

"Slow down if you want," she whispers softly, kissing my lips.

"No, I don't mean that," I whisper back. "This feeling, Jess...."

This love; it's out of control. I'm in too deep.

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

Oh God, her words... I'm going to lose control.

"I always enjoy it," I assure her, and my hips move in longer thrusts, pushing into her deeper, bringing me closer to the edge. I can feel her nails pressing into my back, and I can tell by the quickened pace of her breathing that she is close too. Our kissing has become harder, more intense, and she bites down on my bottom lip, making me gasp.

"I won't be able to stop soon," I pant, thrusting harder as I feel her tighten around me.

"You won't need to," she says, before pulling my face hard onto hers and giving a moan of pleasure into my mouth as we kiss again.

Knowing she is coming sends me over the edge and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as my hips buck against her, sending that feeling of euphoria through my groin and through the rest of my body. Every inch of my skin is practically sizzling as her fingertips dig into me and her lips press hard against mine. I hear myself groaning and panting, but all I can do is absorb myself in this incredible feeling that is intensified by my love for her.

When it begins to fade and I slow my movements, she pulls my head onto her chest so I can hear the steady thrumming of her heart. I eventually lie still, breathing hard with my eyes closed, as I feel the odd faint contraction from inside her. I slip out but don't make any attempt to move out of her embrace.

"Fuck," is all I can manage to say.

"Yeah," she murmurs weakly in agreement.

I love you.

I love you so much.

And I think you know it.

I can't contain it anymore.

I lift my head up and kiss her softly.

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

She begins to smile, and my fears slowly slip away.

"You know it, don't you," I breathe. "You know."

She doesn't say anything. Instead she just looks at me, as if she is waiting for what she knows is coming. I lean down and kiss her, and I try to put as much emotion as I can into the kiss. I want her to believe me when the words finally come.

When I pull away I look into her eyes.

"Know what?" she whispers, and she looks so perfect I can't stop myself from reaching up and brushing her cheek with the backs of my fingers, to make sure she is real.

"I love you," I tell her.

Her smile widens, bringing with it that cute little dimple in her cheek. She interlaces her fingers with mine and I wait, my heart pounding not from our lovemaking but from nerves at what she might or might not say.

She brings my face down to hers and kisses me lovingly.

"I love you too," she whispers.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I kiss her again, unable to think of anything other than how deeply in love with this girl I am, and how happy I am that she feels the same way.

"I love you so much," I whisper.

I can't imagine ever loving anyone else.

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Sorry it's been forever since I updated this! Got a new cover though - hope you like it!