(No Control - 71. Summer Love)

The next morning I am awakened by a small hand gently squeezing my erection. It feels fucking amazing. I feel a soft kiss just behind my ear and I moan softly. I'm feeling playful, and as Jess starts stroking me up and down I thrust my hips gently and murmur, "Oh... baby yeah..."

I hear a noise of protest and her hand immediately withdraws. I can't help grinning.

"'Oh baby yeah?!'" she repeats from behind me. "What the hell was that?!"

The tone of her voice is so indignant I can't help laughing.

"That was the cheesiest thing you have ever said. And that's saying something," she continues.

"Put your hand back there," I moan, rolling onto my back so she has full access.

"No," she pouts.

"Why not?" I whine. "I've got something for you."

"So I noticed," she remarks.

"Come ooooonnnn," I beg, giving her a mock sultry look. "Give me five minutes and I bet I can make you moan 'oh baby yeah' as well."

"I'm not that corny," she says, rolling her eyes at me.

She's so sexy when she's being sassy.

I grab her hand and put it back on my erection, and as soon as her skin touches mine I moan, "Oh, baby, yeah," again, and let my eyes roll to the back of my head. She immediately pulls her hand away and squeals in embarrassment.

"Harry! Stop it!"

Nah, I'm having too much fun.

"Oh, YEAH," I groan, pretending I am in some cheesy porno. "OH BABY YEAH!"

Not that I watch porn or anything.

"Stop it!" she scolds. "Someone will hear!"

"OOOOHHHHHH YYYEEEAAAHHHHHH!" I yell, and her hand claps over my mouth, cutting me off.

Someone bangs on the door and we both freeze. I grin as Jess pulls her hand away and stares at me, all wide eyed and innocent.

"Harry!" Niall yells through the locked door. "You dirty bastard, stop shagging and open the door!"

"Oh my God!" Jess says in a harsh whisper.

"Go away, we're busy!" I call, knowing this will embarrass her further. Her face is already bright red.

"Harry!" she squeals. "We're not, Niall!" she says, turning her head towards the door and raising her voice. "Harry's just messing about!"

"I can imagine!" Niall laughs from outside.

"I'd rather you didn't," I complain.

"To be honest you didn't leave much to the imagination anyway," comes his Irish accent. "Are you opening the door or what?!"

"Alright, alright."

I let him in.

"Good night, was it?" he says knowingly as he struts in.

"Better than yours," I grin.

"I'll bet," he nods. "You need to get a move on. The bus is leaving in forty-five minutes. They want to get us to London asap."

"You couldn't have told me that through the door?"

"I was under strict instructions to get you out of bed," he says, grinning at Jess. "Room service is pretty quick if you want to order breakfast, but you need to hurry up."

"Yes, yes," I mutter, and manhandle him out of the room and shut the door.

"Hey!" he protests from the other side. "You've got time for a quickie, I suppose," he adds. And I hear him chuckling as he walks away down the corridor, presumably to wake Louis.

I bounce back onto the bed next to Jess and climb on top of her.

"Now, where were we?" I wonder, but she pushes me off.

"Harry! You heard Niall! We have to get up!"

"I'm already up," I remind her with a wink, and kiss her.

"When are you not?" she quips, and slips out from underneath me and heads in the direction of the bathroom.

"Oh come on," I moan into the pillow. "I haven't seen you for a week. I miss you."

But she's having none of it, and disappears through the door.

I give her five minutes' head start in the shower, and then unceremoniously invade her space by stepping into the cubicle with her.

"Hi," she smiles.

"Hi," I breathe as I press her against the tiles and kiss her.

"Harry," she protests with no conviction, and I nudge her leg with my erection.

"Yeah?" I murmur against her lips.

She says nothing, but pulls my body against hers and kisses me back, pushing her hips into mine.

I groan at the pressure on my dick, and trail my fingertips up her sides and gently squeeze her breasts. She whimpers softly, and I spend a couple of minutes stroking her nipples while she reaches between us to stroke me too. She shifts position suddenly, and lifts one leg up around my waist, guiding me towards her with her hand.

I give a small moan as my tip presses against her, and then slowly slips in. I hook my arm around her waist so she is pressed against me, and start moving, slowly at first and then with increasing vigour. Her back is pushed against the wall of the shower and she drapes both arms around my neck as she kisses me hard. She lifts her other leg up and I hold her up with both hands as I pound her hard, our bodies sliding together and water running over our faces as we kiss.

"Harry," she moans.

I fucking love it when she moans my name like this.

"Is that good?" I ask in between kisses.

"Fucking hell yeah," she whimpers, and I groan in pleasure at her words.

"Tell me when you're close," I start to say, but she gives a loud cry and presses her lips hard against mine, and her arms tighten around my neck. "Are you coming?" I murmur, even though I know the answer; I just want to hear her say it.

"Yeah," she pants, and this finishes me off. I grip her tightly and fuck her harder as her whimpers get louder, and are quickly joined by my own.

I drop my head onto her shoulder and squeeze my eyes shut as I thrust my hips so hard against her, feeling fire spread from my tip to my base, and up through my entire body. By the time I come to a stop my legs are shaking and I am breathing hard.

"That was intense," she says breathlessly as I pull out.

"That was fucking incredible," I agree, and we spend a couple of minutes kissing under the stream of water.

It's true what they say: sex is even better when it's with someone you're in love with.

We grab some breakfast via room service, and decide I will go straight back to Jess's tonight after the show, and then Louis arrives at the door, signalling time for departure.

I watch Louis closely as he hugs Jess goodbye in the loading bay as we are about to get onto the tour bus, but she turns immediately to me once she has let go of him and hugs me tightly.

"Good luck for your shows."

"Thanks," I murmur into her hair. "I'll call you later, OK?"

"OK," she whispers, and she lifts her head to kiss me softly. "I love you."

My stomach does a slow roll at her words.

"Love you too," I whisper back, giving her another kiss.

I watch from my seat on the bus as she is escorted back inside by security, and give her a small wave which she returns.

"Did I hear the L-word get mentioned just now?" Louis asks from the seat across the aisle.

"Maybe," I reply coyly, closing my eyes and shoving my earphones in to drown out the other boys' whoops and shouts. I can't hide my grin though, and as I recline my seat and attempt to get some sleep on the way to London, I replay the events of last night in my head. It was fucking awesome.

.....

Karen leaves me a furious voicemail while I am dozing on the bus, shouting at me for the stunt I pulled last night at the Millennium Stadium. Apparently serenading your girlfriend while you're at work isn't in the Modest rule book. I couldn't give a fuck about the Modest rule book if I'm honest, and although I'm dreading the earbashing I will eventually have to take from Karen, I know there is nothing she can really do about it, and no matter how long she can yell at me for, it is worth it for the look on Jess's face when I sang to her.

I'm still tired when we arrive in London for the Capital FM Summertime Ball. We're on a tight schedule, having to get back to Cardiff for tonight's show, so we're straight into soundcheck, and from there we go to wardrobe and then Lou and Lottie arrive to do our hair.

The Little Mix girls drop by to say hi, and as much as we try not ignore the awkwardness between us and Perrie, everyone is aware of it. Louis is remarkably restrained, possibly in light of recent events, and settles for a sarcastic remark under his breath as the girls are leaving the room.

The day passes in a blur of a shortened set, publicity shots and brief interviews. The highlight of Louis' day is laughing at my embarrassed face when a girl lifts her top up and bares her chest at me during What Makes You Beautiful, causing me to look away quickly. I can't imagine Jess ever doing anything like that, no matter how big a fan she is.

After our set we are hurried straight to the tour bus and transported back to Cardiff, all of us under strict instructions not to talk too much as we need to rest our voices between performances.

We do a quick soundcheck and then head backstage to eat some dinner while McBusted perform, and Niall takes great pleasure in telling the others about my theatrical shouting this morning.

"He sounded like he was giving it to her good," he chuckles, and I grin and look away as Liam and Louis cackle happily.

"We were just mucking about," I protest. "Honest."

"Course ya were," Niall teases with a wink. "Shame you're not good enough to make your girl moan as loud as you though, eh?"

"Every night, mate," I grin back, and he laughs in my face.

They're all still chuckling as we line up ready to walk out onto the stage while our intro plays, and a couple of songs into the set I rile the crowd up by making them shout 'Oh baby yeah!' while thinking of Jess's hand on my dick first thing this morning.

Niall laughs and shakes his head in mock disappointment, and I shout in his ear, "I can make seventy thousand girls moan, what can you do?"

"I've got my fucking dignity," he teases me, grinning, and I push his shoulder affectionately, making him strike a duff chord on his guitar.

After the show finishes I have a quick shower backstage while the others head back to the hotel, and then I am escorted to the car that is waiting to take me back to London. A few fans are waiting at the rear gates but they move out of the way easily and we're soon on our way.

I send a quick message to Jess to let her know I'm leaving Cardiff, and we send some silly, flirty texts to each other. She's seen videos of me shouting 'Oh baby yeah' on stage and I feel a little flush of happiness that she wanted to see how the show went, and that she knows I was thinking about her on stage.

I take the opportunity to catch up on some other texts once Jess has gone to sleep, responding to Mum, Grimmy, Jeff, Nadine and a couple of friends from back home in Holmes Chapel. Nadine texts me back straight away, asking what I've been up to, and we send a couple of messages back and forth until I fall asleep in the back of the car.

Paul wakes me up just as we're driving through North Hampstead, and I start gathering my stuff together sleepily. Nadine has replied to my last message so I reply with a see you soon, and then call Jess just as we're pulling into her car park.

She buzzes me in and I squint at the fluorescent lights in the hallway as I slowly climb the stairs to her front door. She's waiting for me, looking as sleepy as I feel, in a little top and shorts. She looks beautiful.

"How was the show?" she asks as I take her in my arms.

"Great. I thought about you the whole time though," I reply, trying to hold in a yawn.

"Really?"

"Of course," I murmur. "Some girl flashed her boobs at me when we were at the Capital FM ball, and I just thought to myself, 'Jess would never do anything like that.'"

"A girl flashed you and that was your first thought?" she says, wrinkling her nose at me as she leads me by my hand towards the bedroom. She looks so cynical I start to laugh.

"Honestly! I'm not trying to earn brownie points or anything."

"Ugh, I have to get used to the idea of random girls flashing my boyfriend," she huffs.

"You have nothing to worry about," I say softly as I lean down and kiss her gently. Why would I ever look twice at anyone else when I have her?

"Do you want a drink, or something to eat, or anything?" she offers.

"No thanks," I yawn. "I'm just exhausted and need my bed."

Once we're under the covers I roll on top of her and kiss her lips, her cheek, behind her ear, her neck and then her lips again.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too," she whispers back.

My phone beeps from beside us, and Jess looks up.

"Wow, who's texting you so late?" she wonders.

I feel slightly defensive at this question. Probably because I'm fairly certain it will be Nadine, and I'm kicking myself for not being honest with Jess. But I can't tell her now. It's too late and I'm shattered.

"It'll probably be Jeff," I tell her. "He's already in New York and they're a few hours behind."

It's only a little white lie. It could very well be Jeff - I was texting him earlier, and he is in New York.

I kiss Jess's neck again and she gives a contented sigh as her hand gently cups the back of my neck.

"I thought you were exhausted," she says, a little breathlessly.

"I'm never too exhausted for you," I murmur into her neck, and spend the next half an hour making sure she can think of nothing else other than how good I can make her feel.