A/N: In this story, 'Home' does not exist but the song that Harry writes is to the melody of it...so imagine that when he sings...just go with it okay? xo

Beth's POV

"As much as I love these, and I truly do," I say as I keep looking at his shorts, "they really do need to come off."

"Well only if you're sure love," Harry says, raising an eyebrow at my request.

I take a couple of steps back and stand up, the water level sitting at my navel as I remove my singlet over my head and throw it aside.

The cool night air touches my skin and I can feel goose bumps forming on my skin as my nipples tighten and harden under Harry's gaze as he watches me.

Though my skin is cold, I feel anything but.

I let my hand trail up my stomach and my fingers run over my breast before I gently bite the end of my finger while holding Harry's gaze.

"Well if you don't want to..." I trail off, gazing at his shorts again before taking another step backwards.

The smirk falls from Harry's face and he reaches out for me, pulling me flush against his body.

"Oh I do baby," he says before nipping at my bottom lip, "of course I do."

"Well then," I reply, letting my hands trail down his chest and onto his hips.

Harry looks down to where my hands are and I feel his stomach muscles tighten as I pull at the string on his shorts.

I can hear Harry inhale sharply as I run my fingertips along the waistband and he lowers his head and his lips touch my temple.

"Please don't tease me," he whispers and reaches up to cup my breast in his hand, his thumb pressing on my nipple while the other reaches behind my neck, holding me in place as he kisses me.

As the kiss becomes deeper, both of Harry's hands are now at the back of my head, handfuls of my hair in them as he pulls back roughly, his mouth moving down to my neck.

My hands push his shorts down to his thighs and he let's go of me to pull them off completely.

Once he's completely naked, I push him back to the wall of the spa.

"Sit up here," I tell him as I pat the edge of it.

He doesn't question me and sits himself up on it, watching me with curiosity.

I place my hands on his knees and push them apart so I can kneel on the seat between them. Without breaking eye contact, I lower my head and let the tip of my tongue slowly move around the head of his cock.

Harry's eyes flutter closed as he bites his bottom lip.

I decide I'm not in a teasing mood however so I take him straight into my mouth.

"Beth..." he sighs and his eyes fly open as he looks down at me.

I move my head up and down quickly, my hand around the bottom of shaft.

I wish I could be one of those girls with no gag reflex but unfortunately I am not blessed in that department.

My other hand moves up along his thigh and in between his legs, cupping his balls before I gently massage them.

I feel Harry move his hips as he holds onto the edge of the spa and lets his head fall back, a groan coming out of his mouth as he does so.

I can feel he wants more.

I pull off him and stand up, grabbing him by the arms to follow me before switching places with him so I'm now sitting in the water and he's standing between my legs.

I run my hands up behind his thighs and up to his ass, squeezing it roughly.

Seems it would be remiss of me to not show my appreciation for such a fine specimen.

I pull forward, encouraging him to lean over me as I continue to work him with my mouth.

His arms move out to either side of my head and he leans his hands on the edge, supporting his body as he hovers over me.

I move both my hands to his hips, urging him to thrust them like I know he wants to.

"Oh...fuck..." Harry moans as he moves his hips of his own accord, and I happily let him.

I run my hands over the smooth skin of his thighs, his ass, his stomach and I feel his muscles tighten under my fingers.

My hands come to rest on his stomach and I gently push him back.

He looks down at me, confusion on his face as his cock slips out of my mouth.

"Sorry, did I..." he starts but stops when I take hold of him with my hand.

I slowly pump up and down as I lean forward and meet his cock with my chest.

Specifically, between my breasts.

I let go of him and cup both my breasts, moving them in a circular motion so his cock slides between them.

"Fuck...yes..." he groans as he watches, his eyes dark with lust.

His left hand cups my cheek and he gently runs his thumb across my bottom lip before he slips two of his fingers into my mouth.

I run my tongue over his fingers before sucking on them and I hear him inhale sharply again before his whole body shudders and his hand leaves my mouth as he grasps me by the shoulders.

"I'm close..." he whispers as he increases his hip movements until moments later I feel my chest become covered in the hot and sticky liquid.

No sooner does he finish than he reaches down, his hands cradling my head as his mouth crashes onto mine, kissing me roughly.

He pulls away, breathless but keeping his forehead pressed against mine.

"Wow..." he breathes out before smiling.

"I could say the same," I smile in return, almost shyly.

Which is probably a bit ridiculous as I just had his dick in my mouth but his stare is just so intense sometimes...

"Shower?" he asks.

"Yeah," I reply, "I must admit I'm feeling a bit tired now."

"Let's go then love," he holds his hand out to me and again I can't help but gaze at his cock that's right in my face.

I know he's just come but it still looks pretty firm to me.

"Here," Harry hands me a towel, "why are you biting your lip? You shouldn't be stressed after that surely?"

"Oh...uh..." I stutter and stupidly let me gaze fall back down to his crotch.

Harry notices and looks down before looking back up at me.

"Oh don't stress about that love," he gracefully climbs out of the spa and gives me a wink, "you can have that anytime you want."

My mouth drops open at his cheek before I laugh in surprise.

I climb out of the spa and wrap the towel around me as Harry turns the spa off and gathers up our wet clothing.

He opens the door for me and ushers me inside, following me up the stairs to his room.

We shower quickly and fall into bed, Harry's arms wrapping around me, out legs tangling together and his gentle kisses on my forehead is the last thing I remember as I fall asleep.

~~~~~~

A weight on me and a loud kiss wakes me from the lovely sleep I am currently having.

"Wake up mama!" Chloe sings, "we have a surprise for you!"

Ugh.

It's too early for this.

I open one eye only in case I'm lucky enough to be able to fall back asleep.

However, the door opens up fully behind Chloe and I see Harry walk in carrying a tray and the boys behind him.

"We made you breakfast mum!" Jamie says proudly.

"More like brunch really," Harry says with a smile.

My mind instantly wanders back to Mother's Day when Jamie made me toast with Vegemite.

Now I love Vegemite as much as the next Aussie, but not when the toast sinks in the middle from the weight of how much he spread on.

I sit up and I'm hit with a lovely, sweet smell.

"They told me this was how you liked them," Harry says as he puts the tray down over my lap.

Pancakes with sliced banana and maple syrup.

I suddenly feel hungrier than I realised.

"We all helped," Chloe said proudly.

"Well except for Nick," Jamie says.

"I supervised," Nick defends himself.

"I'm sure," I say, giving him a side glance.

They all stand there waiting for me to taste.

I feel like a judge on MasterChef.

I take a bite and nod my head as I make a noise.

"This is delicious," I say, receiving a set of happy smiles in return.

"Okay, mum likes hers," Jamie declares, "I'm going back down for more."

"Me too," Nick says and follows him.

Chloe sits on the bed and I offer her a bite.

"I mixed the batter and cut up the banana," she says proudly, "whatever Harry asked, I did Mummy."

"Well I'm pleased you listened and helped Harry," I wink at him, "I'm sure he appreciated your help."

"Oh he did," she gets up off the bed and heads towards the door, "he made me love heart pancakes."

I look down at my plate and back up at him.

"Why didn't I get love heart pancakes?" I ask.

Harry smiles at me sheepishly as he sits beside me and picks a piece of banana off my pancake and pops it in his mouth.

"You have my heart already," he gives me a puppy dog look.

"That's all you've got?" I ask.

"Yeah, pretty much," he shrugs and laughs as I smirk at him.

"Seriously, this is lovely, thank you," I say.

"You're welcome love," he replies.

The rain against the window becomes louder and I turn my head to it, hearing an accompanying rumble of thunder in the distance.

"Lazy day today..." I murmur to myself.

"Yeah," Harry replies, "you don't mind do you?"

"Not at all," I say, knowing exactly where I'm going to spend part of it.

We sit together in comfortable silence as I eat half my breakfast.

I say half because for every bite I take, I offer one to Harry who happily accepts.

I've never been much of a breakfast person anyway so I guess it's a win-win situation.

I finish eating and Harry stands up, taking the tray off the bed, giving me a kiss before walking to the door.

"See you downstairs when you're ready love," he smiles before he leaves.

Why the hell would I want to get up now?

With a groan, I throw the covers off and crawl out of bed and get myself ready.

I head downstairs and see that everyone has just finished cleaning up the kitchen.

"Hey mum it's raining today," Jamie says looking glum.

"I know mate," I sympathise, "but it is Winter you know."

"I wanted to kick the footy today though," he complains.

I see Harry out the corner of my eye, watching Jamie with a look of worry on his face.

"I've an idea," I say, realising I can kill two birds with one stone, "why don't we continue reading your book together?"

He thinks for a moment.

"Okay," he agrees, "I'll go and get it."

I watch as he runs upstairs and I look over at Harry.

"One down, two to go," I smile.

"I'm just gonna lay on the couch and relax mum," Nick says as he wanders off.

"No different than any other day," I call out to his retreating back, "you'll never die of stress."

Harry hides a smirk behind his hand.

"Clo, what are you going to do?" I ask her.

"Hmm," she thinks for a moment, "I might do some colouring..."

"Okay then, everyone's set then," I say just as Jamie comes back into the kitchen with his book.

"Let's go in here Jamie," I point to the side room with the bay window.

Everyone has walked off and I'm about to follow Jamie when I realise Harry is still standing in the kitchen.

"What are you going to do with yourself?" I ask him.

"I...uh...well..." he says, looking almost lost, "I suppose I could go and work on some songs..."

"Okay," I smile at him.

"You don't mind?" he asks, running a hand though his hair.

"Why would I mind Harry? It's what you do," I reply, a little bit confused.

"Well most girls..." he starts.

"You need to stop comparing me with 'most girls' Harry," I interrupt him, "I'm not a clingy person, I like my own space too, right?"

"Okay," he says, "I'm just kind of used to arguing for it."

I walk over to him and give him a kiss, before pulling back and slapping him on the ass.

"Go write your songs," I smile before going in to where Jamie is and tucking a blanket over us as he sits between my legs, lying his back against my front.

He opens the book and begins to read where we last left off.

The thunder rumbles in the distance as the rain patters against the bay window.

"Chapter four," he reads, "at Flourish and Blotts. Life at The Burrow was as different as possible from life in Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys' house burst with the strange and unexpected. Harry got a shock the first time he looked in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece..."

Chloe's POV

It's very quiet in here.

Except for the thunderstorm that I can hear, but it seems far away.

Nick hates thunderstorms, always has.

Scaredy cat.

I can hear Jamie reading to mummy but I can also hear the sounds of a guitar and sometimes a piano from upstairs.

Harry must be writing a new song as I don't know this one.

And I know every single One Direction song there is.

I sit back in my chair and put the lid back on my texta.

I wonder if he would have time to talk to me?

Mummy says he would listen if I did.

I don't want to bother him though if he's busy...

Maybe I could just check with him and see.

I slide out of my seat and walk upstairs to where I can hear the music coming from.

The door is half open and I stand in the doorway as Harry sings along as he plays his guitar, then stops and writes something down.

Then he sings again.

"So I held out my hand for you

And you placed your heart in it

Then I promised you that I would never let it break

See it as a new beginning

Keep looking forward and not behind you

Swear to you that this is no mistake"

I decide to knock and let him know I'm here in case he doesn't want me to hear it.

He turns around, a frown on his face and I think I've made him angry.

But then Harry smiles at me and puts his guitar down.

"Clo Bo," he says, "you okay?"

"Um...can I talk to you about something?" I ask.

"Of course," he waves me in, "is this an open or closed door talk?"

"It's about Mummy," I reply.

"Better close the door then," he says and I do just that and walk over to the chair he pulls up next to him.

He opens a small jar on the desk and I look inside and see a bunch of lolly pops.

"Does it call for one of these?" he asks me.

Probably not, but I'm not gonna say no.

"Thank you," I say as I take one and unwrap it as Harry does the same.

"Is that a new song you're writing?" I ask him.

"You heard it?" he says and smiles, "what did you think?"

"I really like it," I tell him, "is it finished?"

"Not yet," he goes on, "it's nearly done though."

He stops speaking for a minute then keeps going again.

"It's about your mum," he says, "she inspired it."

My eyes widen.

Harry wrote a song about my mummy!

"That's so cool!" I tell him excitedly.

"Don't tell her though," he says all of a sudden, "I'm just not quite ready for her to hear it yet."

"Ooh it's a secret!" I smile.

"Yep," he says.

"Can I hear more?" I ask him.

He raises his eyebrows at me.

"Please?" I give him my sweetest smile, "you know you're my favourite in One Direction right?"

"Don't lie," he laughs, "I know Niall's your favourite."

"Alright," I roll my eyes, "you're like, my second favourite."

He gives me 'a look.'

"Okay," I huff, "you were third behind Louis but I really think you're second now."

Harry shakes his head at me as he picks up his guitar and starts to play.

"I watched you from afar, waiting for the time

You said you'd be mine

Together the two of us

Baby is it me and you?

Baby it's just me and you

And it feels so right

Just take my hand darling it'll be alright

I'll always be right by your side

Day or night

Baby all you have to do is call

I'll never let you fall"

Harry stops playing and looks at me.

"I love it Harry," I say as I clap my hands together.

It sounds awesome.

"Right," he puts the guitar down again and looks at me, "what's on your mind?"

I think back to the party and that horrible lady that spoke to me.

"Do you really like my mum?" I ask, hoping that he really does.

"Nope," Harry says and I don't understand it, "I really love your mum."

Oh.

"Really?" I ask him again, "you really do?"

"I really do," he leans forward, resting his arms on his legs, "what's brought this on anyway?"

"The lady at your mum's party..." I begin.

"Ugh," Harry makes an angry noise and now his face looks angry too, "don't pay any attention to her, Cate is nothing but a very nasty person."

I think about what Harry says.

"But she was your girlfriend?" I ask him.

Harry doesn't say anything; he just runs his hands through his hair.

"She wasn't exactly my girlfriend," he says, "I mean, we just...um...oh god..."

"You had sex with her?" I ask him straight out.

"What?" he looks at me shocked, "how...?"

"Harry," I pat him on the arm, "I live on a farm. I see animals doing all sorts of things," I explain, "besides, mum had to explain the whole 'loaded gun' thing in No Control to me when me and my friends wanted to make up a dance to it at school."

"She did...?" Harry whispers.

"Yeah," I say, "anyway, did mummy break you and Cate up?"

"Oh no," Harry says, "we weren't together, I promise."

"Okay," I nod my head.

That's good.

I don't think mummy would do something like that anyway.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Harry says.

"Why do you love mummy?" I ask.

I mean, I know why I do.

"Well," Harry sits up and he's got a silly grin on his face, "she makes me happy. She makes me feel like I can do anything and that I'm special to her."

Yeah.

She's good at that.

"I remember when Nick thought he was horrible at everything and he was sad, like, really sad for a while," I tell Harry, "mummy bought him a poster that said 'Don't forget to Be Awesome' because she said that's what he was and she told him to look at it every day to remember that he was."

"Did it work?" Harry asks.

"It must have," I roll my eyes, "he's always telling us how awesome he is now."

Harry laughs and he has a nice laugh.

"Do you just ever look at someone and you can't help but smile because they make you feel good on the inside?" Harry asks me.

I do.

I get that way when I see Niall.

"Yep," I agree, "you just want to be around them."

"That's how I feel about your mum!" Harry says happily.

"That's how I feel about my Niall posters!" I tell him.

Harry looks at me before he nods and bites his lips together.

"She wasn't a very nice lady Harry," I suddenly remember what she said, "she told me mummy was..."

That's really mean.

"What did she say," Harry reaches out and holds my hand in his.

They're so much bigger than mine.

"Do you...do you think mummy is fat?" I whisper.

"No!" he almost yells and I jump, "not at all sweetheart, is that what she said?"

I don't say anything, I just nod.

"I love the way your mum looks and I wouldn't change a thing about her," he says, "it doesn't matter what someone looks like on the outside, it's what's on the inside that counts."

That's what mummy says as well so it must be true if Harry says it as well.

"Her body's been through a lot too," he says, "she's had three babies in there. I'm sure carrying you lot wasn't a picnic for her," he smiles, "there's just more of her for me to love," he says.

I smile because I want my mum to be happy.

And Harry makes her happy.

I stand up and give him a hug and he squeezes me so hard I think I'm almost gonna fart.

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asks me.

"I am," I tell him, because I do.

"You know you can talk to me anytime don't you?" he reminds me.

"Thank you Harry," I hug him again.

"Shall we go and see what the others are up to?" he says.

Just then the thunder is much louder and it seems to be right over the top of Harry's house.

Lightning lights up the sky and the thunder rumbles again.

"Thor's angry," I tell Harry.

"What?" he asks me.

"Mum says that when there's thunder, Loki has annoyed Thor," I tell him.

Doesn't everybody know that?

Another crack of thunder sounds and this time the lights go out and I hear a yelp.

"That'll be Nick," I roll my eyes, "he hates thunderstorms."

"He does?" Harry asks.

"Yeah," I reply, "he hid under a bed once."

"Let's go downstairs and rescue him then hey?" Harry says, and he takes me by the hand and opens the door, before we go downstairs to find everyone.