Butterflies, butterflies were beating in her tummy and between her thighs. "Mmmmm," she moaned, "wha....." she stretched her neck and blinked her eyes as his tongue and teeth teased her open between her closed thighs. "Morning,"Harry quipped as he opened her up to him, moving her left thigh onto his shoulder and coming to rest on his stomach before pressing her right thigh tighter to the mattress and taking sips of her through his lips.
"Harry," Alysia whined pitifully from beneath him, and she felt his grin against her sex.
"Yes, pet?" He asked, biting the tendon stretched out on her right thigh.
She moved the blanket from her chest and peered down at his perch between her thighs.
He looked sinful, lips pouted and wet with her.

"Wha, what are you doing?" She breathlessly asked.
He ran his fingers between her lips, scissoring them open to take a lick. "Thought that was fairly obvious, love," he teased before slipping his tongue into her channel, massaging the ring of nerves just outside before slipping in deeper.
"Mmmm, I can taste us," he grunted, pinching her clit with his fingers. "Haven't gotten to wake up with you yet, figured I'd give you something to remember it by. That way," he ran the fat of his tongue from her base up and over her bundle of nerves before giving it a flick, "next time you freak out you'll remember what you're missing. Once you've come in my mouth, I'll take you, and then I'll make you breakfast. Won't be so easy to leave me before the sun again." And he resumed his exquisite torture, opening her up to him and nuzzling her with his nose before settling in, running his tongue over her endlessly and slipping two long fingers on his tattooed hand into her to stroke her weak spot.
"Love your taste, baby," he complimented "your sounds, may like giving you head more than getting it."

Alysia moaned out a sound of disagreement before she lapsed back into the heavy sighs and groans she has been making since her pleasant wake up call.

Harry continued stroking her, chuckling,"I said maybe," and then he pulled out the coup de grace as her sounds and squirms reached a fever pitch, sealing his beautiful lips around her clit and rubbing it up and down with his tongue.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, fuck, baby....Harry," she cried as he circled his arms under her thighs, raising her bottom off the bed as he continued to sip from her fountain. "I can't, please," she begged
"You can, you will," Harry assured and he fucked her with his tongue and teased her nubs with long fingers.
Alysia, sobbed through her next orgasm and grabbed onto the growing hair on his crown, pulling it harder than could be comfortable, Harry grunted hungrily, and lay her back upon the bed before biting the place where her thigh connected to her hip. She yelped and he laughed.
"Good morning?" He flirted, kissing his new favorite spot.
"Best morning," Alysia sighed, before wrapping her hand around his broad shoulders and urging him up her body. "I believe I'm still to be taken though, and cooked breakfast, because you were so mean to me and you owe me," she baited, kissing his wet mouth.

"You want me to take you? again love? had you any number of times last night,"

"Stop laughing at me and fuck me!" Alysia ordered, reaching down between them to bring him to her cleft.

"Condom, love," he reminded and reached above her to the bedside table where a row had been carelessly thrown in the long night. He rolled the sheath on to himself, position himself and then used the hand that smelled of her to hold her chin.
She blinked her eyes open, granting his silent request to look at him as he used his thumb to fit the head in and waited.
"This what you were wanting, pet?" He asked.
"No, um....no I want more, all of it," she requested.
He held himself at her threshold, pulling in and out shallowly while she squirmed and kissed him ravenously. "Please, please, please."
"What are the magic words, love?" Harry asked.
"Hmmmm," she laughed against his mouth, "now?"

Harry stopped, and pulled out of her, "Better ask nicely, pet, mean girls get nothing."

"Harry, please baby, fuck me, please fuck me, I love it, love you, love your cock," she promised, kissing him sweetly before slipping her tongue in, "Harry, please, I need you."

He groaned and slipped back in, "Course little love, whatever you want when you ask nicely" and granted her long deep strokes until she was sighing and moaning loudly with little control of her words.

"Yes, please, please, baby, more, sooo close, I love the way you love me, pleeeease......" until the words ceased as she seized around him silently. 

"God, the feel of you Alysia," Harry praised groaning out his climax into her neck. 

They lay there panting for some time, before he pulled up to look at her, kissing her softly. "What do you want for breakfast? I make really good pancakes."

"You're spoiling me, gonna have to deal with a brat if you're not careful. Have you wait on me hand and foot," she chortled.

"Well, babe, I still have that collar, you're welcome to suit me up if that's soemthing you'd like," he teased but didn't miss the way her nipples pebbled and eyes darkened. "I'm going to get out of this bed now, before I'm not able to. Waffles?" He turned away and pulled on tight black boxer briefs.

"Surprise me, Harry, you know what I like," she tempted.

"Right, I'm leaving," as he hurried out of the bedroom.

She lay back on his huge bed and smiled to herself. What a difference a day makes.

A day ago Alysia had been more than sure she was going to have to drain her savings and Maureen's to get a flight back to LA. She could have asked Harry, but the sting of his obvious rejection was to fresh. After pushing her away and saying no, he had left the kitchen and climbed the stairs, slamming a door to punctuate their conversation, and their relationship she assumed. 

Her eyes welled up then, and she cast baout for a plan. Where would she go? He said she could stay, but she was not one to stay where she wasn't wanted, not anymore.

Alysia's phone rang then, and after an hour long tear filled conversation with Maureen, Alysia found herself at the bottom of the stairs Harry had climbed replaying Maureen's words to get her to take another step. "He's not Will, or Jake, or Dad. He's better, and he's not as angry as he thinks he is, he's scared Alysia, and hurt," Maureen had sworn.

She rolled her shoulders back and climbed the stairs, finding the only closed door, and knocking. There was no answer, until she turned to go down stairs, when a wet and always tempting Harry Styles opened the door. 

"Wha," he asked sharply, before looking at her swollen eyes, "Did you need something, a blanket?" he solicited. 

"I'm not tired Harry, can we please talk?" she begged him.

"Um, yeah, guess we should," Harry moved back out of the door frame to allow her body to slip through and gestured to the bed before disappearing into what she assumed was his closet. Pulling on a kiss t-shirt as he made his way to the chair opposite the bed. He looked up at her then and tried to smile but grimaced instead. "Listen, I'm sorry about how I reacted when you turned up at the club, I was trying to not think about you, and then you were there and being cute with your psuedonym and in that dress. I always get so carried away looking at you tha i felt like needed to keep my distance."

"Wh....Why do you want to keep your distance?" Alysia braved.

"Alysia, you've walked out on me and shut me out multiple times. And i knew that i fucked up so bad that night at my house, but it was devastating when you left. It felt like you had finally let me in more than your body and you might feel something more than vague interest and lust for me. Maybe something like what I felt for you. I was so connected to you one minute, and the next you were belittling our love making, and what we might be, and, and me..."

"Harry," She interrupted, and he grabbed her hand. 

"Please let me finish, let me get this out, i spent hours trying to figure out what to say, takes me forever to get anything out," he said self deprecatingly, "Then, I talked to Maureen and tracked you down at school so I could make it up to you, tell you how right you were. That I was an idiot to endanger us, but that I feel overwhelmed by you, feel like we've known each other much longer than we have, that I'd like you to be my girlfriend, be with me, even with all the crazy my life brings, if you'd have me. I plan to come and deliver my heart to you on a platter, and that guy is allover you, and dead set on letting me know my place behind him in your life, your heart. i was so pissed, livid, not at you, but, just felt like you weren't sure of me, I was pushing the clock, gonna miss my flight, and I would have, if you had come to me, rather than staying with him. Then I get off the most miserable flight of my life, and you leave that voicemail. I'd decided on the plane that you were right, we needed to slow down, take a break, figure us out. Then, you say you love me, you love me. Alysia," he stared at her, "If I'm rushing, so are you, and those are not words to throw around out of desperation, I don't think I've ever been madder. I don't want to remember the first time you said them to me being on my voicemail, let alone when we were so disconnected. That's why I want you so much, because our connection is so strong, effortless. That's when I want to hear you love me, when you have accepted that, and not simply because you are afraid to lose it. Coming to London is the sweetest thing, but coming to the Albert's and the club were dangerous in a way you can't fathom. I endagered us in the bedroom, but that would have given me months to prepare you, protect you. One picture and we are over, because we are not ready for that exposure. We have to talk, sign legal documents, and I'd like you all to myself for a bit longer, if I'm honest," he tried for a smile.  "But, that's what I want. And as you pointed out, I've never asked you what you want. So, Alysia, what do you want?"

"You, baby, I want to be with you," she swore, "I thought the crazy flight and stalking you across London made that obvious, and I do, you know. What I said? I meant it, desperation or not."

"So, I can call you my girlfriend and your eyes won't pop out your head again?" Harry clarified.

"You can call me whatever you want, so long as you only call me." Alysia grinned cheesily.

"Only you, been that was since night one. The other stuff we will get to, not ready to tell anybody, though Glenne knows, so I'm sure Jeff does." 

"Gonna keep me locked in your mansion then, Mr. Beast? There better be a library!"

Harry laughed and stood up, coming to her on the bed and squatting between her legs,  "I'll be your beast, you've always been my beauty." and kissed her before crawling between her legs and laying her back on the mattress.

"Alysia, get your beautiful arse down here, breakfast is ready," Harry called, snapping ALysia out of her full body reminsce of last night. 

She stepped into his closet and grabbed a grey t shirt with lover on the breast and pulled up her panties before joining him in the breakfast nook.

"looks great baby," Alysia said as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Eat, need your strength for what I have planned for you."

"Oh, Mr. Styles, always threatening me with a good time." She laughed.

"You are as cheesy as me! Worse," he confirmed laughing along with her.

His doorbell went, and he looked confused, before he heard his sister's voice ring out.

"Harry, you are an hour late for brunch, if you are still in your pants, I'm telling mum about that time you had Kristen in her bed." Gemma threatened.

Harry looked at Alysia blushingly with wide eyes and swallowed, "Ready to meet the family, love?"