I'm woken from a dead sleep, it's pitch black outside, and I feel a warm body draped over mine. I'm praying that I didn't sleep with some random chick last night, but I don't remember bringing anyone here. I think I've officially lost my mind.

For fucks sake Harry, what have you done?

The only thing I remember was the dream I had about Isla last night. I know full and well that it wasn't real, because quite literally that's the stuff dreams are made of. As a matter of fact, it was the most vivid dream I've ever had of her. She was perfect just the way I imagined her to be, it felt so real.

I confessed my love to her, and she confessed that she felt the same. We made love, fucked, made a sex tape, she played along with my daddy kink (which was amazing considering she's 14 years older than me), we showered together, and fell asleep in each other's arms. I'll have to store all of it in my memory bank for the next time I shamelessly fuck my hand while thinking about burying my cock inside her. Damn that woman drives me crazy.

My body is sore, and my muscles are tight, my hookup must have been wild. I'm so pissed off, because I promised myself that I was done with one-night stands. Even though I can't have her, I'm in love with Isla, my heart belongs to her. If that means I have to take care of my sexual needs on my own then so be it, she means that much to me.

Fuck, Styles you got it bad!

I try stretching my aching bones without disturbing whoever happens to be in my bed. Her body stirs, and she snuggles closer to me and then continues to sleep. Fuck, how am I gonna get out of this mess? I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone to check the time. It's 1:34 AM, I really need to go back to sleep, because I have to get up early. But I feel uneasy considering my current situation. Why do I feel like I cheated on her when we aren't even a couple? The thought of it's making me sick.

My curiosity gets the best of me; I use the light from my phone to see if I know who's lying in my bed. I lift the long dark hair that's blanketed over her face and slightly pull the sheet off her naked body. I take a close look at her face...holy shit, Isla is in my bed with me. My heart begins racing in frantic rapid beats and I can't catch my breath.

I take a few moments to reflect on the events that I thought were a dream, which apparently were real life events. Those moments with her are no longer fantasies, they're reality. All the nights I spent wishing, hoping, praying that I can have her, are finally long gone.

It's difficult to believe this is really happening. In the two short minutes since I realized she's in my bed, my mind has battled from, I must still be sleeping, all the way to, for fucks sake I'm a lucky man because she's really mine. The truth is that Isla is here; my love, the woman who occupies my mind morning, noon, and night, the one who owns my heart, but doesn't even know it. Or now maybe she does, I'm just so confused.

She's lying on her side, using my bare chest as a pillow. I trace her body from her shoulder, along her side, over her hip, and down her thigh with my fingertips. My slow torturous trail makes her squirm in my arms, which makes my cock harden immediately.

This is pleasantly real, I'm genuinely happy to have something that's my own. This isn't something fabricated by management to create a playboy image, and it's not a phony shallow relationship that I'm playing a part in just so I don't feel alone. This is something honest, it's naturally blossomed into a love that's unexplainable.

I'm addicted, and now that I've had a taste of her physically and emotionally; I'm forever hooked. I should let her sleep but the selfish bastard I can be is dying to wake her up to confirm that she is in fact here in my bed and that she's not going anywhere.

Stop being so insecure Styles.

"Isla baby?"

I whisper in her ear, my voice sounds huskier than normal because it's the middle of the night. I'm kissing her neck slowly trying to rouse her from her sleep.

"Harry, why are you awake?"

I pull her towards me, so we're eye to eye. I cup her chin in my hands and start leaving sweet kisses all over her face and neck. My tongue traces her earlobe then I catch it in my mouth to nibble on it.

"It's you, you're here."

"Yes, it's me, I'm here Love. What's wrong?"

I stumble over my words knowing I sound overly needy, but I'm so elated to have her with me that I can hardly speak.

"When I woke up, just didn't think tonight was real. Almost too good to be true. I had to make sure."

"Baby, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now. I should be the one who's worried you'll trade me in for a newer model."

That's adorable how she's comparing our relationship to car ownership to disguise her fear that I'd leave her for a younger woman. It breaks my heart that she's worried about this, but her comparison is still precious.

Nonetheless, this'll probably make it easier for me to convey my genuine feelings for her by using an analogy. Time to turn on the romance and charm. I caress her cheek and kiss her forehead; I just want to hold her.

"That won't be necessary Darling. You don't trade in classic cars Babe; every inch of a vintage is perfected craftsmanship and meticulously kept. You care for them, show them off, cherish them as a prized possession, but you never ever trade them in, because they become more valuable with time. Putting in the physical labor to care for them could become my favorite pastime, the effort seems to be so damn rewarding."

I give her a smirk and wiggle my eyebrows. I can't resist throwing in a statement laced with sexual connotations.

"You're a classic, and this has nothing to do with your age, this has everything to do with how perfect you are for me; elegant, sexy, brave, and classy. And I'll tend to your every need and desire, day or night, I'm yours."

"Harry Edward, that's uniquely romantic. You're gonna make me cry."

"Well I am a rather unique individual. And no tears Love, you deserve to be celebrated in every way and that's exactly what I intend to do as long as you'll have me."

I continue speaking, nipping and kissing behind her ear, the nape of her neck, and collarbones. She's panting and the rhythm of her heart picks up. I can feel her pulse racing under her skin and it's such a turn on.

I whisper against the places that I've left sloppy wet kisses, purposely fanning my breath over each area. Each syllable sends another shiver down her spine. Her back arches off the bed trying to come closer to me, her body begging for my touch.

"Harry, I want you."

"How do you want me? Tell me what you need."

She huffs out a frustrated breath.

"Inside me."

"You're still not tellin' me what you want Darling. Do you wanna ride me, want me from behind, or how about me on top of you sliding my cock into your perfect cunt?"

"I want you on top of me." She cradles my face in the palm of her hand. "Will you make love to me?"

"Of course, I'd do anything to show you how much I love you. There's no words strong enough to describe it, instead I'll just have to show you."

She bites her lower lip and flashes me a heart stopping smile, she's simply glowing. All I've wanted for the past few months is for her to understand how much I adore her. Last night we had amazing mind-blowing sex, but now I get to show her how special she is by taking my time to care for every square inch of her body.

I cradle her with my right hand behind her neck. I gently lower her to the pillow, my lips find hers and my tongue begs for access to her mouth, she's happy to oblige my request. This kiss is longing, a beautiful slow dance of desire, nothing wild, just welcoming and loving.

I could kiss her like this forever, but I really want my lips all over her body. I make my way to the end of the bed, sit up on my knees, and lift her right ankle to my shoulder. I begin sponging kisses slowly from her ankle to her inner thigh. The closer I get to her center the more she squirms, she's desperate for my attention.

"Harry please."

"Not yet, I've got so much more planned for you."

Denying her request elicits a wanton whimper to escape her lips.

"Patience Love, I promise to satisfy every inch of your body. I'm just taking my time; I don't want to miss a thing."

I gaze into her eyes waiting for a reaction. She nods her head eagerly anticipating what I have in store for her. Before starting my work on her other leg, I lace the fingers of our hand together. I repeat every action to her left leg that I did on her right side. Each kiss is a promise to always love her and only her. Never once do I let go of her hand, I want to stay connected to her any possible way that I can.

"You are so beautiful."

I climb my way up her body, now holding both of her hands in mine. My lips and mouth caress her neck peppering kisses below her ear, then I travel to her collarbone where my tongue dips into the crevasse savoring every bit. She's uncontrollably sighing and panting out short breaths.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, oh god yes."

When I'm satisfied with my work I move onto her arms; each one gets the attention it deserves from shoulder to fingertips; ending with placing soft kisses on each knuckle. I've waited to love on her breasts, saving one of the best for last.

Exasperated sensual sighs pass her lips; it's probably the most beautiful noise I've ever heard.

I pin both her arms on the bed, wrapping my tongue around her hard and overly sensitive nipple. She cries out begging for more. I repeat the same actions with her other nipple and my cock painfully throbs. It wants to be enveloped by her warm cunt, but this isn't about me right now, it's about her. I grind my center into the bed just to relieve some of the pressure that's building inside me.

I want my hands on her breasts now, cupping them in my palms. Kneading and massaging, I can't take my eyes off the way they fit so perfectly in my hands. It's erotic and mesmerizing. She fists my curls, pulling my face so close to her tits I could suffocate. If I die, I wouldn't give a damn because I'd be a happy man as every last breath left my lungs.

Her whispered breathing dances around the room, and further fuels the fire burning deep inside me. I'm ready to try something with her I've never done before, but I think it'll be more erotic than one can imagine.

I unlace her fingers from my hair, helping her to feel all her curves. I want her to understand what it feels like when I caress her beautiful body.

"You feel all this baby?" I ask rhetorically. "It's all mine, but right now I want you to enjoy your touch. Can you do that for me, with my help?"

"Yes Harry."

"The way you feel under my fingertips is heaven, do you see why I worship all of it? Aren't you beautiful?"

She nods her head hesitantly.

"You're perfect, please don't question it Love. Believe me it's stunning and I'll nurture every bit of you if you'll let me. Every curve, the smoothness of your skin, everything you think is imperfect is perfect to me, I love it all."

I use my mouth to claim ownership of hers, dominating the situation. This kiss is so deep because I'm trying to memorize everything. Once again, I separate our connection so I can move onto the next phase of my plan.

"Give me your hand Isla."

She does as I say, and being her tour guide I lead her to the place I know she needs attention the most. I place my hand on top of hers and wrap our index fingers together and we start rubbing tight circles around her clit. With my other hand I use my middle and ring finger to reach deeply inside her to massage her sweet spot.

I control the tempo and keep us moving at a steady yet lazy pace. She moans and writhes from the stimulation we're causing. This experience is euphoric for both of us, and it's building an unbreakable bond.

"Oh Harry." She whines

"You like that? Does it feel good when we take care of your pussy together?"

"Oh Harry what are you doing to me?"

"Loving you Darling, because you deserve it."

She is nearing a climax, but I'm nowhere close to being done with her. I remove my fingers and slowly suck one clean and then offer her the other. I damn near cum at the sight of her wrapping her tongue around my finger delighting in the taste of her own sex.

"Isla don't stop rubbing your clit Baby."

She looks down at me lying with my face settled between her legs. I use both hands to hold her thighs apart while I orally tend to the soft flesh of her thighs and eventually making my way to her core. She's so wet that she's dripping like a melted ice cream cone in the hot sun. I widen my tongue and lick all of it clean before completely diving my tongue deep into her heat.

"Fuck Harry, it feels so good."

I hum with my mouth as I'm devouring her. It sends vibrations through her body; I can feel it as she trembles. She's perfect, her taste is something I'll forever crave, and I'll never get enough of it.

"Damn you taste so good."

"Harry, I don't think I can last much longer. I'm gonna cum, I can't stop it."

"I know, I feel it. Cum for me Isla, this is all about making you feel good."

Her voice cries out my name followed by a high-pitched moan. I dive my face back into her pussy so I can enjoy the feeling of her throbbing around my tongue and the flavor of her cum in my mouth. I don't stop until her body comes to rest, her hand falls away and she's melting into the bed. The only thing still moving is the rise and fall of her chest heavily breathing from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Harry I've never experienced anything like that before."

I lick my lips and slowly massage her thighs to comfort her.

"Honestly, I haven't either. All I know was that I wanted you to feel cherished more than you ever have before and I wanted you to cherish yourself. I've never loved someone the way I love you, all my feelings for you are incredibly organic, that's something new for me. So much of my life has been superficial and orchestrated. I love that this just worked, I went with what my heart told me to do and it was effortless."

"Thank you Harry, for the way you love me. I promise to give you the same in return. I wish you could see how incredibly beautiful you look right now. You've always been gorgeous, but there's a new light shining from you, It's almost blinding. C'mere Baby."

I come lay on the pillow with her, she slowly runs her fingers through my hair and leans down placing a tender kiss over my heart. The gesture is so powerful and authentic that it makes my heart skip a beat. Now that I'm with her, there's a new rhythm to the way my heart beats, and the air I breathe is more cleansing. My body is full of newfound sensations that I don't want to let go of. Everything about these moments with her are so powerful it almost makes me cry.

"Hand me your phone Love."

"What are you up to Gorgeous?"

"I want to take a picture of this moment. You have to see this."

She snuggles next to me placing her head on my shoulder then snaps a picture of us. Her eyes are intent on taking in every detail of the photograph. I glance at her eyes and they're shining with tears. They must be happy ones, because the smile on her face is unstoppable.

"Can I see it?"

She hands me the phone and I look at myself with a new set of eyes. I do look different, we both do. The energy radiating from us is joyful, content, and complete.

"We have our first picture together as a couple." She whispers.

"Keep it safe Darling. I want this to be for your eyes only, this moment is ours. You know, being with you seems like the only thing I have any control of in my life. The only shred of privacy that I have."

"Speaking of privacy, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything."

"Do you think we should keep all of this to ourselves for now?"

"That's tough, because I'd declare my love for you and shout it from the rooftops if I could. But right now, it may complicate things with the band getting ready to announce the hiatus, we're releasing the final album, and the tour coming to an end, there's just a lot going on. What's your opinion?"

"I think it sucks we should have to hide our relationship. I don't want to keep us a secret, it's not fair that we should have to even consider that as an option. However, from a professional perspective it seems like the right thing to do."

"I'm so sorry Baby."

"Don't be sorry Love, I know the ins and outs of the business just as much as you do, we have that going for us. If you'd fallen for another woman who doesn't know the entertainment industry she may be offended, but I'm not. I understand it's what needs to be done for now."

She gives me a quirky smile and removes her arms which are wrapped around my neck. They begin to roam my chest, biceps, and lower abdomen, which immediately ignites another fire inside me. My cock starts to harden, by pure instinct I wrap my fist around the shaft and pump it a few times to relieve the building pressure.

"Do you know the nice thing about keeping our relationship a secret?" She asks seductively.

"The idea of getting caught can keep things exciting, and taking risks is an adrenaline rush."

"My thoughts exactly Love. It'll definitely keep us on our toes."

Her hands further explore my body as I take this opportunity to kiss her sweet lips. We mold together perfectly. Our movements become quicker, as our desperation for each other builds. There's an undeniable need to be connected.

I grab her by the hips and pull her closer to me, and when my cock meets her body I groan in her ear. I need to have her now, and I know she needs me too. I can feel the energy flowing from her to me and back and forth again. We're tethered to one another by some force that's unexplainable and delightful in every way.

My tongue is making love to her skin as I slide my cock inside her. She whimpers in my ear; I love it when she makes that sound.

"I love you so much Isla."

"Oh my god I love you too Harry."

"How does this feel Baby?"

"Heaven, you feel like heaven." She slowly pants.

I rock my hips into hers in languid movements, taking my time to enjoy every touch and every second that I'm with her. She lifts her center off the bed, mirroring my movements. Our bodies are completely in sync, fitting together like a perfect pair.

Our kisses are slow and purposeful speaking a language we've made of our own. Something that we can share, and no one else will ever understand.

I don't know how long our love making lasts, it feels like forever yet not nearly long enough. Her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist, and her nails are grasping my ass pulling me deeper inside her. We're ready to release, we're almost to the pinnacle of the feeling we've been chasing.

Her clutch gets tighter, I wrap my arms underneath her back and pull her close. Our bodies are fused together, and in one epic moment we come undone. Our moans and cries for one another can probably be heard in the hallway, but I don't even care.

I want everyone to know how much I love this woman, but for now this will be something we can only share with each other. Things may be challenging in the next few weeks, trying to keep our hands to ourselves when we're not alone. And making time to be alone will prove to be difficult as well. But that's ok, because I know what I have waiting for me now.

I no longer need to hide my feelings from her, and she no longer has to hide hers from me. We'll simply know, and that's more than enough.

We're both too tired to even bother taking another shower. I place a tender close-mouthed kiss on her lips then one on her forehead. She rests her head on my chest and I hold her close. We say our I love yous and drift into a comfortably deep sleep.

***

My alarm goes off sooner than I would like it to. Unfortunately, we're performing on Good Morning America today, so we have to get up earlier than normal. We're just going to have to function on minimal sleep for the day.

"Harry Edward, you need to wake up. No more hitting the snooze button, you can't go to set looking like that. You need a shower; we both do. And I still need to get some clean clothes from my room."

"You're so bossy."

"Well it's my job to make sure you're where you need to be, as well as being there on time. I promise to get you some coffee, but you need to move."

"Fine, but it's your fault that I'm so tired."

"I do not recall you complaining last night young man."

"You make a valid point; I'll get the shower ready."

***

I make sure to behave myself in the shower so we can get out quickly, I really do want my coffee this morning. Don't act surprised; I do have other needs besides sex, and one of those is caffeine.

"Harry your phone is ringing."

"Let it go to voicemail."

"Babe it's Niall, and you have three missed calls from Louis too."

She tosses my phone to me, I answer it and put it on speaker.

"What is it Niall? It's too early for chit chat. Don't you have a hangover or something?"

"Morning to you too sunshine. It's important, have you talked to Isla, she disappeared from the party last night and we can't get in touch with her? You know she's the only one who can help us get prepared for shit like this."

With her body still unclothed she kneels in front of me and smirks. I give her a stern look; you know the one. It says, don't you dare woman. She shrugs her shoulders and takes my hardening cock in her hand, pumping it, licking the head, then completely taking it down her throat. Jesus, she's trying to kill me, she's going to make keeping our relationship a secret difficult for me.

"Mmm...ohh."

"What? Harry, are you fucking listening to me mate? Have you talked to her?"

"Umm, nope not this morning...oh fuck."

"Styles what is wrong with you this morning?"

I bite my lip to stifle a deep moan. My tip is repeatedly hitting the back of her throat and each time she makes sure to swallow which delightfully massages my cock. She stares innocently up at me, as if she's a little angel. She's no angel, but she's my little vixen.

"Huh? Nothing, nothing."

"For fucks sake you're acting strange today. Oh, shit I know what's going on, you have a chick in your room that you hooked up with last night. You're getting a blowie before work, huh H?"

"Shit, oh my god...shut the fuck up Niall I gotta go. I don't know where she is, I'll try to find her in a minute."

Liam and Louis are laughing in the background, they're such wankers. I hang up the phone and throw it on the bed. She pulls my cock from her mouth and giggles. She tries to stand up and walk away, but I'm not having any of that. I grab her by the hair and give her an authoritative look.

"You trying to get us caught Kitten? Daddy doesn't like being teased like that. You're gonna finish what you started."

"But we're gonna be late Daddy."

"You should have thought of that before you started teasing Daddy's cock with your mouth. On your knees now."

"Yes Daddy."

She drops back to the floor and slowly takes my throbbing cock back into her mouth.

"We don't have time for teasing Kitten. Take all of it, I'm gonna fuck your face and you're gonna be a good girl and swallow all my cum. Do you understand me?"

She nods her head obediently. I get a tighter grip on her hair as I thrust myself down her throat. I'm fucking her face so hard which makes her moan. It sends vibrations and pleasure straight to my balls, I'm about ready to completely unload.

"Choke on my dick, you naughty girl."

A few strangle choking noises come from her mouth, saliva is dripping from her chin.

"That's what you get for teasing Daddy. You ready to take all my cum? You love being my little slut, don't you?"

Her nails scratch down my thighs and she nods her head again.

"Oh fuck, jesus Isla. Mmm so fucking good. I'm cumming, oh shit...fuck. Mmm, that's all yours."

She takes it all like a champ, never releasing my cock until it pulses for the last time and she knows that she's gotten every drop of me. She opens her mouth to prove she swallowed it all.

I cup her face with my hands and bring her to stand up in front of me. I lean into her, kissing her fast and hard tasting myself on her tongue.

"God damn, that was fucking amazing. I don't think I need my coffee anymore."

She rests her lips on mine and I can feel her smile lightly resting there.

"That was one hell of a way to start my day. Won't be able to wipe this fucking smile off my face. I guess I'll be able to put on a good show. Hmm Baby?"

"That's what I was hoping for. Now let's get you dressed because I still need to sneak back to my room."

I slap her ass playfully and bite my lip.

"You got it Love, but I'm not finished with you. To be continued until tonight."

"That's a deal."