Fantasy - Liam Payne

This is a FFM threesome, so there’s a teeny bit of girlxgirl. Just a heads up.

I smiled down at Liam as I secured his wrist to the bed frame. I tugged on the rope to make sure it was sturdy before I moved to the other side of him and did the same. I stood off the bed and admired my work, smirking as my eyes moved down and landed on the already growing bulge in his boxers.

"Was tying me up really needed?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. I smiled, "I told you that if we were gonna do this, we were going to do it my way. You said your fantasy was to watch me with another girl, and that’s exactly what you’ll do, baby. You’ll watch"

He nodded, “Fair enough… So, where is this other girl? And who is she?” I smiled, “She’ll be here soon. Now, I’m going to go get ready and when I come back, she’ll be with me” I ignored his groan of frustration and left our room.

I headed into the bathroom and stripped down to my black bra and matching panties. I ruffled my hair in the mirror, giving it a look that was a little messy but still sexy. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard the doorbell finally ring.

I turned off the bathroom light and headed down the stairs, opening the door and smiling at the girl in front of me. “Hey, (Y/N)!” she said, smiling at me as she came into the foyer. She glanced around before looking at me again, “That’s a sexy little number you’ve got on” 

I looked down at myself and smiled before looking at her, “Liam’s upstairs, and very excited for our little adventure” She smirked, “Mmm… I bet he is. Shall we go?”

I nodded and locked the door before leading her upstairs to our bedroom.

I walked in first, leaning against the door frame and looking at him, “How you hanging in there, babe?” He scoffed, “I’d be better if you were riding me” I laughed, stepping into the room and motioning for Layla to follow me over to the bed.

"Babe, you remember Layla, don’t you? She used to work with me, and lucky for you, she happened to mention to me that she always wanted a threesome, and now here we are" I said, crawling onto the bed beside him. His eyes left me and went to her, a small smirk forming on his lips, "I remember"

She smiled and undid the buttons on her jacket, letting it fall off her shoulders to reveal a very skimpy red dress. “She looks good, doesn’t she?” I asked, noticing his eyes scanning her body.

She joined me on the bed and wrapped her arm around my waist, “How should we get this started?” I smiled, looking over at her, “Liam’s fantasy is to watch me with another girl. So, I think we should have some fun while he relaxes” She smiled, moving in closer and brushing my hair away from my face, “I think that sounds perfect”

I smirked and glanced at Liam quickly before I leaned in and kissed her, moving my hands to her hips and pulling her body closer to mine. 

She hummed against my lips and gripped my ass through my panties, making me release a small moan against her lips. I heard Liam mumble a soft “Shit” and it just edged me on more.

I moved my hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside and letting my hands find her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed them through her bra.

"I bet he’s loving this" she whispered into my ear, moving her hand down to graze against me through my panties. I smiled and kissed her again, pressing my hips into her hand.

"Babe" I heard him say, his voice sounding desperate and a bit jealous. I ignored him and continued to rock my hips against her fingers as they rubbed me a bit harder.

"(Y/N)" he said, his voice sounding more firm. I looked at him, "Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow at me, "Have you forgotten about something?" 

I bit my lip and cocked my head, pretending to be thinking about something before I shook my head. He scoffed, “Me”

I smiled innocently at him, “What’s wrong, Liam? Are you not enjoying this?” He shifted a bit, “I’d just like some attention too” I smiled at the jealousy in his voice and looked at Layla who also had a smirk on her face.

"I think we should help him out with that" she said, gesturing towards his cock that was straining against his boxers.

I moved past her and straddled Liam’s thighs, letting my hands move up them slowly and rest right beside his erection, “Did watching your girlfriend get touched by another woman really turn you on this much?”

He let out a breath, “Babe, please” I smiled and moved my hands to the waistband of his boxers, dipping my fingers into them and tugging them down to release his cock.

I bit my lip, already craving the feeling of him inside of me. “Damn” I heard Layla murmur. I smirked at her, “Bigger than you thought?” She smiled, moving closer to us, “Much”

Liam’s eyes never left me as I leaned down and pressed kisses against his hips.

I looked up at him as I moved a little lower and licked a stripe up his cock. He moaned softly, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Don’t tease him, baby, take his cock” Layla said, watching me take Liam into my mouth.

His hips bucked, a small moan leaving his lips as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper.

Layla moved and up and kissed him as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth.

I had to admit that watching them kiss was turning me on more than I thought it would, and I could already feel myself becoming wet through my panties.

I took my mouth away from him and he broke his kiss with Layla, making me smirk. “I think we should really get to it” I said, sitting up and unhooking my bra. I tossed it aside and looked at Layla, “I think you should ride him. He loves it”

She smirked and stood off the bed, pushing her lace panties down her legs. “I’d love to” she said, getting back onto the bed and taking my place on his thighs as I moved to the side.

"I think he should return the favor and let you ride his face" she said, running her index finger along his length. I smirked, "I think that sounds fair"

Liam moaned and looked at me, “Come on, baby. I wanna taste you” His words went right to my core and I quickly pushed down my panties and moved to position myself over his face.

I bit my lip as his warm breath hit me. I watched Layla move and position herself over his cock, sinking down onto him slowly. She moaned as he filled her, stretching her walls the same way he always did mine.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I lowered myself so his tongue could move against my slit.

I pressed my hands to his chest, letting my eyes fall closed as he moved his tongue around my clit and sucked at me. “Shit” I gasped, pressing down a little more.

"Reach around and undo his hands" Layla moaned, grinding herself down on him. I turned a bit and quickly undid the knots that we’re holding his hands to the frame.

His hands instantly moved to my thighs, pulling me down against his mouth and making me moan. “Liam” I gasped, my hips jerking against his mouth as he dipped his tongue into me.

I let my gaze move to Layla and watched as she rode him. She was a moaning mess as he entered her over and over.

I was brought back to Liam when he landed a slap against my ass, making me cry out in pleasure.

He moved one hand to my core, slowly sliding two fingers into me and curving them to rub against my g-spot. I moaned again, pushing back into his touch.

"Shit, I’m gonna cum" I heard Layla gasp, her hand moving to rub her clit as she rocked her hips faster. Liam moaned against my clit, sending vibrations though me. "Shit, Liam" I groaned, rocking my hips as his fingers moved into me deeper and faster.

I could feel the heat building deep in my stomach and when he curved his fingers and hit my g-spot harder, I was gone.

I moaned his name loudly as my hips pressed harder against his mouth, my walls clenching around his fingers as my orgasm rocked through me.

I moved off of Liam and collapsed against the bed. I was vaguely aware of Layla’s moans as she finally hit her high. Liam moaned and gripped her hips, pounding up into her for a bit longer before he finally groaned as he came.

She collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in heavy spurts as she tried to control it.

"Shit" I finally muttered, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair. Layla sat up and Liam reach out, pulling me down and pressing a kiss against my lips. "Thank you" he murmured, making me smile and kiss him again.

"I should leave you love birds" Layla said with a smile, getting off the bed and beginning to redress herself. I smiled and laid my head on Liam’s chest, "Thanks again, Layla"

She nodded, smirking as she slipped back into her jacket and walked towards the door, “If you ever want a round two, you know where to find me”

-WeWalkedOnGlass

Needy - Louis Tomlinson

“Oh! And Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met yet? My best man, Louis?” Harry exclaimed motioning his hand between the two of us.

            I looked at the man in front of me and almost immediately felt myself get wet. I had seen him at the wedding, of course, being the best man and all, but close up—damn. As I was about to open my mouth, to answer, I saw his perfectly symmetrical lips open up as they released the word, “No, I don’t think we have.” He reached out his hand, “I’m Louis, best man of this guy!” He smiled his perfectly proportionate face contorting into a perfectly dimpled amazingness.

            I slowly reached out my hand to shake, his larger one enveloping mine. I could see his eyes looking me up and down. Down from my updo of sleek chestnut brown hair, down past my viridescent eyes, to my lips, glossed over. His eyes lingered on them for a second, before once again trailing down, unwavering until he reached my chest; my cleavage was clear as it pushed against the satin maid of honor dress that was hanging off of me.

            Finally, he let go of my hand, letting it fall to my side and Harry’s eyes shifted back and forth between us for about 30 seconds before he said, “Ok then!” and walked away, momentarily glancing back at us with an odd expression on his face.

            The reception was bustling around us, and would probably last another hour or two. Louis looked at me and our eyes locked, my core begging to be touched. I squeezed my thighs together and tried to grunt out an excuse to go to the bathroom before he leaned forward, the beginnings of stubble pressing against my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “I want you. Now.”

            I nodded slowly a small gasp of relief leaving my lips and he took my hand, leading me out of the reception and onto the sidewalk. In front of us was the couple’s limo, to ride in after the reception was over. Louis peeked through the window, making sure the drivers seat was empty, and attempted to open the door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked and all I could think about was the slutty wedding sex we were about to have in the back of the wedding limo. Swoon.

            He opened the door wider and motioned for me to get in, smacking my bum as I entered. After I was in, he climbed in and shut the door behind him with a thud. “Shit, I fucking need you,” he growled before pouncing forward and pressing his lips against mine, pushing his tongue in while he hiked my dress up my thigh with longing. Our tongues intertwined and fought for what seemed like hours, him exploring my mouth while his needy hands roamed my body and me entangling my fingers in his hair, begging for more.

            After a while, he flipped me onto my stomach, slowly dragging the zipper down my back and then tugging it over my head. My black and nude lace strapless bra was then revealed along with a lacy black thong. My pumps remained on making me look whorish lounging on the couch.

            The tent in Louis’ pants was even larger than it had been even two minutes before, and my fingers reached out, grabbing his crotch area and popping open the zipper, aggressively jerking the zipper down. He slid the pants down his legs and stepped out of them, then revealing his hard on rigid against the tight material of his boxer briefs. He quickly shed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, divulging his toned torso. I couldn’t help but reach out and trace my hands over the crevices and dips.

            He eyed me, reaching out and kneading my C cup breasts through my bra. His despair was evident and mine was as well, so I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, throwing it towards the front of the vehicle, and then pulled his underwear down, as his member slapped up against his stomach.

            His relief at seeing my bare breasts was shown as he dive forward, grabbing each in one hand before he shoved his face in he middle, nuzzling against them while motorboating me as hard as he could. It may have been unconventional, but he was needy and passionate, and goddamn it was hot.

            “God, Y/N, how have I been missing this?”

            As he continued his assault on my breasts with his face, I could also feel him squeezing my nipples and every once in a while stopping to submerge one into his mouth while swirling his tongue around them.

            Uncontrollable moans were leaving my lips and eventually Louis’ face emerged from my breasts as he planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “Do you need me, Y/N?” Louis asked with certain deepness in his voice that was just surfacing now.

            I needed him so badly, that I let go of all my dignity and answered with total honesty. “God fuck Louis, I need you so damn bad I think I might die if you don’t give me what I need.”

            Louis smirked and smugly replied, “If you say so.” With that, and breathed. The wet spot in my panties had grown so big it looked like I had peed myself and I needed him to touch me.

            Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong and dragged the material down my legs. Once they were off, he threw them towards the front with my bra and lowered his head again. He was face to face with where I wanted him most, and I could tell he was having an internal battle. He needed me too.

            I heard him mumble, “fuck this,” and he suddenly stood up as high as he could, lining his member up with my dripping wet entrance. Then, without notice, he shoved his cock into me hard, eliciting a grunt from him, and a look of shock from me.

            “Ugh, so tight, Y/N, and so fucking fit,” he grunted. He pulled out of me until only his tip was immersed, and then thrust back in so that his balls bounced against my ass. He continued to do this, gradually picking up speed and I was in such a frenzy of pleasure, I had no idea the volume of the incontrollable noises I was making. My hands had nowhere to go, so they were everywhere: on his chest, in his hair, on his back, his arm, his ass.

“You like my thick, fat cock inside of you? You like when I shove it in you so hard my balls bounce all over your fit little ass? You like that?” He asked while continuously propelling himself into me.

            I moaned inexplicably loud at his words, helplessly turned on.

            “Mm, you like it when I talk dirty to you do you? Little slut, completely at the mercy of my dick.”

            Well, although I had given up my dignity, I was also a feminist and had a quick reply to that. “You brought me out here. I’m pretty sure you need me more than I need you.”

            The look of shock on his face from being talked back to by a girl in bed was priceless and I could almost feel him become even harder, if that’s even possible, inside of me. Suddenly, he was slamming into me as fast as he could, holding my breasts in his hands, and sticking his tongue out a little bit in concentration.

            All of the sudden, I came harder than I had in years, my orgasm completely overtaking my body causing me to convulse wildly. He had stopped moving and was just watching me, which was cause enough for him to come undone. I felt him twitch and then the sticky liquid filled me up. He was the most amazing, the hottest, the most passionate sex I had had since my first time and all I knew, the only thing my mind knew was what my body was telling me. I needed him. I was going to need him tomorrow, next week, a year from now. I was always going to fucking need him.

            Unexpectedly, the limo door opened and one of the bridesmaids screamed. Louis looked out at his best friend, Harry, with a devilish smile and reached out to close the door.

            I could hear Harry laughing harder than I ever heard while I could see in my head, his newlywed wife, my best friend, Leah, smiling to herself and chuckling beside him.

            Louis pulled out and began to laugh. “That was interesting!” he snickered.

            “Oh,” I responded, giggling, “Yes, it was.”

            As I got dressed again I heard him say, “Goddamn, how am I supposed to live now, knowing sex can be that good.”

            I knew it was supposed to be to himself, but I simply answered, “I’m around.” Because I knew I fucking needed him, in an absolutely unexplainable way.

Tonight’s the night.

I pretty much wrote this at 5am. I am very sorry if it’s terrible.

Our wedding was everything it should be. It was fun, beautiful, and everything I had ever imagined the perfect wedding to be. I had no worries the entire day. But now that I was stood in the bathroom of Harry and I’s gorgeous suite, and our honeymoon had officially started, I was nervous.

Tonight was the night that Harry and I would be sleeping together for the first time. And what made it worse was that I was a virgin.

When we started dating, he knew I wanted to wait until I was married, and he fully accepted and supported me. Now I was ready. I wanted tonight to be the night, but I was terrified that I would end up being awkward and ruin the whole moment.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing out the silk of of my nightgown. It was now or never.

I opened the bathroom door and found Harry on our bed, looking through one of the magazines I had brought along for something to read on the plane.

"Any good fashion tips in there?" I asked, closing the bathroom door and leaning against it. He smiled, closing the magazine as he looked at me, "Nah. I get all my fashion tips from you"

I smiled, walking over to the bed and laying the magazine on the bedside table.

"I’ve never seen this before" He said, his eyes skimming my body. I blushed, looking down at the too short nightgown I bought just for our honeymoon. "Yeah… Do you like it?" I asked, peaking at him through my lashes.

"I love it" he said, reaching out and taking my hand, pulling me down onto the bed with him. He moved his hand to my face, rubbing his thumb over cheek softly. "You look beautiful" he murmured, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips.

I smiled, allowing him to pull me closer to his body as he kissed me again. His hands moved to my slides, moving down slowly and resting on my hips. He deepened the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip softly.

I pressed my hands against his chest and pulled away a little. My heart was pounding as I looked at him.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, brushing a piece of hair from my cheek. "I just… I’m nervous" I mumbled, "I don’t want to ruin this"

He smiled a little, taking my face between his hands and making me look at him again, “Nothing is going to ruin this, babe. Everything will be fine. We don’t even have to do this tonight, okay? We can wait”

I shook my head, “I don’t want to wait, Harry. I want to do this tonight” He bit his lip, his eyes searching my face. “Are you sure?” He asked, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip.

I nodded, leaning in and pressing my lips back to his.

He pulled away and pushed me back against the pillows, looking at me with a small smile. “You’re so gorgeous” he said, leaning down and kissing along my jaw. I closed my eyes when his lips moved to my neck. I breathed out his name when his teeth grazed my sweet spot.

He nudged my legs apart, edging my nightgown up to my stomach before pulling it off. I felt my cheeks heat up as his fingertips moved along to my inner thigh.

"We’re going to start slow, okay?" He said, glancing up at me as he shifted down a little and sat between my legs. I nodded, watching his hands move up and down my thighs slowly.

He glanced at me quickly before moving his hand to my heat, sliding his thumb over my slit through my panties. I knew he could feel how wet I was getting and it was confirmed by the small smirk that flickered across his lips.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, making me let out a gasp. “That feels good” I sighed, letting my head fall back against the pillows. He started moving it in circles, adding more pressure. “Are you ready for more?” He asked, moving his hands to the waistband of my panties.

I nodded and he slowly slipped my panties off. I knew he was trying to take it slow despite how eager he was, and it made me adore him more.

He moved his hands to my thighs, making my cheeks flush as he slowly opened legs again. “If you don’t like something just tell me, okay?” He said. I nodded, “Okay”

He moved so he was laying between my legs, his warm breath sending a jolt through my body when it washed over my heat.

He gripped my thighs, opening my legs wider and leaning in to press a kiss against my core. I bit my lip, trying not to moan as he kissed me again. He looked up at me as he let his tongue brush out against my clit, making me gasp.

He smirked and licked up my slit, making my hips jerk up against his mouth. He hummed against me, twirling his tongue against my clit. “Harry” I moaned, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me.

"You like that, baby?" He teased, moving his hand up and pressing his thumb to my clit. I rocked my hips against his hand, wanting more.

He licked his lips and looked at me, “I’m going to try and loosen you up a bit” I nodded, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth as he moved his finger down my slit slowly.

He pressed the tip of his finger against my entrance, sliding into me slowly. “How’s that?” He asked, pressing a kiss against my thigh. “It’s alright” I said, looking down at him.

He nodded and slid his finger in deeper, curling it a bit and hitting something that made my hips jerk. He smirked sliding his finger out and moving it against my clit softly.

"Want to try two fingers now?" He asked, looking up at me. I nodded, desperate for that feeling of his fingers against my g-spot again.

He moved his fingers to his mouth, wetting his middle and index finger before bringing them to my entrance. He moved them over me gently before slipping them into me slowly.

I bit my lip, adjusting to the feeling of them inside me. “Does it hurt?” He asked, noticing my lip bite. I shook my head, “Just feels strange is all… Not bad though”

He smiled a little and pushed his fingers deeper. I closed my eyes, rocking my hips into his hand, searching for the feeling again. I gasped when he curved his fingers again, hitting that spot.

"Faster" I moaned, unable to take his slow movements. He smirked and started to move his fingers faster, making sure be curved them to hit that spot every time. I couldn’t stop the sighs and moans falling past my lips, and my hips were beginning to buck as I was nearing orgasm.

"Stop" I said, making him take his hand away from me quickly. "What’s wrong?" He asked, a concerned look crossing his face. I smiled, "Nothing. I’m ready…"

He sat up on his knees and looked at me, “You’re sure?” I nodded, “I’m positive, Harry. I want this”

He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside and leaning down to press a kiss against my lips. “If at any time you want to stop, tell me” he said, letting his thumb rub across my cheek. “Okay” I murmured, leaning in and kissing him again.

I moved my hands down to his pants and popped open the button. He smiled against my lip before pulling away and standing off the bed to remove them.

I watched him toss the black material aside before he hooked his fingers in his boxers, sliding them down slowly and kicking them to the side. I couldn’t stop my gaze from landing on his erect cock, and knowing that I made him that hard turned me on even more.

He got back onto the bed, resting between my legs again and pressing another kiss to my lips. He reach over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom that I hadn’t realized was there before.

He sat up onto knees, tearing open the foil packet and tossing it aside. He rolled the condom on before he looked at me again. “You’re really sure?” he asked, settling between my legs again. I nodded, “Yes, Harry”

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as he slid a hand between us and rubbed his tip against my slit.

"I’m going to go real slow" he said, pressing his tip against my entrance.

He bit his bottom lip softly, pushing into me a little. “You can go more” I murmured, keeping my gaze focused on his face. He nodded and slid in deeper, making me gasp. “You okay?” He asked, stopping his movements. I nodded, “Yeah… I just need to adjust”

He leaned in and kissed me softly, taking my mind away from the slight sting and making me smile. After a bit I felt better and kissed him harder. “More” I mumbled against his lips.

He slowly pressed into me deeper and I gasped when be grazed against that spot that he hit so perfectly with his fingers. He held inside of me, pressing kisses against my neck.

"Still okay, baby?" He asked, letting his nose brush against mine. I nodded and let my fingers run though his hair, "You can start moving"

He slid his hands to my hips, pulling out a bit and thrusting back in slowly. I was surprised that it wasn’t as painful as movies and stories made it seem.

I moved my hands to his chest, letting my head fall against the pillows. He pressed kisses along my neck, letting out soft moans as he thrusted a little deeper.

I relaxed against the sheets as it became more comfortable, pulling his body closer to mine.

His hips rolled into me deep, making me moan when he hit that spot again. “Shit” he groaned, moving his lips away from my neck and looking down at me.

I couldn’t stop the moan that fell past my lips when our gazes locked and he held inside of me.

"I love you" I said, moving my hands to cup his face. He kissed me hard, his tongue eager against mine as he thrusted slowly. His movements were becoming a little faster and by his heavy breathing I was assuming he was close.

"Babe" he moaned, making me smile against his lips. His hips jerked up into me again, his body tense and a grunt falling past his lips as he came. "Shit" he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

He kissed me quickly and pulled out. He took his condom off and tossed it into the bin beside the bed before moving to rest between my legs.

He gripped my thighs, spreading my legs wider. He wasted no time and licked a stripe up my slit. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, bucking my hips when his tongue flicked over my clit.

The tingle in my stomach intensified, making me rock my hips up against his mouth. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and I was gone when he slipped his finger inside of me, curling it to rub against my g-spot.

"Oh, fuck" I gasped, clutching the sheets in my hands as my back arched and my body shook from pleasure.

He took his hand and mouth away from me, watching as I relaxed against the sheets.

"Shit" I sighed, a small smile crossing my lips as he came up to lay beside me. "That was so much better than I imagined it would be" I said, looking at Harry. He smiled, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me against his chest.

"You’re incredible" he murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I let my eyes fall closed, pressing myself tighter against his chest. Falling asleep for the first time as Mrs.Styles.

-WeWalkedOnGlass

Sex in a Lift - Harry Styles

I stood in the lift thinking about the horrible date I had just been on, why are some guys such pigs? I had put on a tight sexy black dress, heels, simple makeup and put my long chocolate brown hair into loose curls that highlighted the gentle curves of my face, I looked pretty damn good even if I do so say myself but the guy barely looked at me. He spent the whole of the dinner on his phone texting his work friends, I mean what the fuck he asked me out! I don’t need people like him I’m happy off single…well guys are good for one thing and it has been too long, there is only so much you can do on your own late at night. It’s never quite the same!

My apartment was on the top floor of a beautiful, very expensive block of flats in London, the only problem was it was a sought after place for ’famous’ people to stay, therefore the lobby was quite often packed with media, fans and general hanger ons. I was relieved to be in the lift on my own tonight, I’m not a fan of being squished into small spaces with other people; I suppose I am a little claustrophobic. Just before the lift doors closed a hand appeared opening the doors once more. The guy who stood beside me in the lift looked rather familiar but I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, he could have been anyone for all I cared tonight. The lift started to move, I could feel the guys eyes taking in my appearance, all of me. “Hot date?” the lift guy asked. I turned to him, I could see his obviously curly hair was pushed under a beanie, his tall most likely toned physique was covered with a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a simple plain black t-shirt, he looked fit and quite good looking, I couldn’t see his face though as he wore a pair of dark shades, weird since its night time. “Um it was supposed to be” I said flatly. “Well whoever he was he clearly missed out meeting you” the guy said, again looking me up and down, “thanks, he did meet me but his phone was clearly way more interesting” I tried to laugh off my annoyance.

“I’m Harry by the way….and if I was on a date with you the phone would be the last thing I looked at” Harry said stretching out his hand for me to shake, I took his hand “I’m Holly, and thanks” I said shaking his hand, Harry took of his shades and suddenly the realisation kicked in, Harry Styles. Suddenly the lift came to a sudden stop, the lights flickered and everything went silent. “Shit!” I suddenly panicked, “I can’t be stuck in a bloody lift” I panicked again. “I’m not that bad a company” Harry laughed, “it’s not you, I’ve had a shit evening, I got dressed up for nothing, it’s been too long since I’ve been with a guy, I’m claustrophobic, you’re really good looking but that’s just making any frustration worse….” I suddenly stopped myself, “shit sorry I hate being stuck in small spaces and now I’m talking shit…” Harry suddenly laughed, walked closer to me and put his hand on my hip, “you certainly didn’t get dressed up for nothing….I love what you’re wearing, and as for the not having been with a guy for a long time, I find that very hard to believe” I looked down in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to say any of that, I panicked” I tried to backtrack my words, it was too late though.

“You know being stuck in a lift with you is also making any frustrations I have worse….you’re extremely sexy” Harry said as he backed me against the wall, Harry rubbed his hands up and down my side, leaving goosebumps in his touch, “I can think of a few ways to distract you” he smirked. Harry lent towards me and gently kissed my neck, I shouldn’t be doing this…I’m not this type of girl, but it’s Harry Styles, and it feels really good. Harry kissed down my neck then over my collarbone, he kissed the dip in my cleavage. “Do you want this? Yes or no? I would love to rip this dress off of you Holly and fuck you here and now in this lift, tell me you want this like I know you do” he said confidently, god I did want that! “Yes!” I moaned. “Mmm good” Harry said as he spun me around to face the wall, he slowly unzipped my dress so that my straps fell off of my shoulders, I wasn’t wearing a bra with the dress so Harry would get a good view of my firm but full chest, my nipples hard from the air and from the anticipation of what Harry was going to do next. Harry turned me back to face him, he moaned in appreciation at the sight of my breast “mmm no bra….good girl” Harry hummed as he licked my nipple seductively. Harry pushed me against the wall, pushed up my dress and ran his hand over my thigh, Harry looked me directly in the eyes as he pressed a finger against my core, I moaned against him. He pushed my thong to one side and slowly pushed a finger into me, “mmm baby you’re already wet” he moaned huskily. I ground myself against Harry’s hand, he took this as an invitation to add another finger, I flung my head back in pleasure as Harry thrust his fingers deep inside me.

I reached forward and slipped my hand into Harry’s shorts, I could feel his erection growing, Harry pulled down his shorts and boxers, pushed my dress up around my waist, pulled down my knickers and wrapped one of my legs around his waist. Harry took hold of his hard throbbing erection and rubbed it against my wet pussy, I moaned his name and ground myself against him, “see I knew you wanted this” he smirked as he gently pushed his large cock into my tight entrance. His name escaped my lips in a gentle scream, he was so much larger than the guys id been with, it felt so damn good. Harry slowly started to thrust into me; Harry Styles was fucking me in a lift!

Harry bent me over so that my hands were resting on the wall of the lift, from the different angle his cock was thrust deeper into me; I could feel every inch of him. Harry began to fuck me hard and fast, I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out in pure lust, my legs slowly began to feel like jelly, Harry had a firm grip on me as he fucked me harder and faster, I could feel him swell inside me, I could feel every muscle in both of our bodies tense. My whole body began to shake as my orgasm approached, Harry fucked me harder as our climaxes reached, I screamed his name and shuddered as I came, I could feel Harry empty his load into me, his cum slowly dripped out of me and down my thighs as Harry pulled out of me. He kissed me gently on the lips as he pulled my knickers back up and rearranged my dress. Suddenly the lift’s lights flickered and the lift came back to life, “I think we should continue this in my room” Harry said as the lift doors opened….

Caught wanking

Niall’s POV

Our new stylist was so fucking hot, she didn’t even realise. Whenever she bent down to help us with our clothes I would picture her on her knees, hair bunched up in my hands while she opened her soft subtle lips to then close them around my aching hard cock. God I need to stop thinking of her like that I have to fight with my hardon every time I see her.

My cock’s been aching for weeks, I lay in my hotel room trying to relax before our interview later today. Every time I closed my eyes I pictured her soft lips, full breast, long toned legs, I then imagined all the things I couldn’t see, like her perfectly hard nipples, soft tight pussy and round firm arse. My cock strained against my jeans; maybe I just needed some relief.

I let my hand slip into my jeans and push down my boxers, as soon as my fingertips touched my cock I twitched with need. I firmly wrapped my hand around my cock like I knew she would, I stroked my cock gently as I imagined her naked body laid out in front of me, me running my hands over her firm full breast, pulling her nipples gently like I knew she’d love. I increased my speed, running my thumb over the tip of my growing cock, with every stroke I pictured her smooth body gently lowering itself over and onto my cock. Her tight pussy gripping my cock firmly as she rode me hard and fast.

My head fell back as I wanked faster, I moaned her name loudly as I felt my cock fill with cum. I wanted her on her knees in front of me, her soft little hands working away at my cock, her beautiful mouth begging for my cum. I pumped harder as my whole body twitched and stiffened. I moaned her name as I came everywhere.

As I wiped the cum off of my hands I saw her standing in the doorway looking shocked and slightly turned on. “You know next time you could have the real thing rather than picturing me while you wanked” (Y/N) said as she smirked then walked away, my eyes lingered on her cute firm arse. I definitely will next time then!

Solo - Harry Styles

Based off the Harry Masturbating request.

It was hell not having her here. Especially on lonely nights when I wanted nothing more than to have her with me. To feel her body against mine. To hear my name slip past her lips when I kissed her neck. I wanted her so badly and I was stuck being alone in my hotel room.

I sighed and tried readjusting my pillows. I needed to sleep but I just couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind seemed to go straight to (Y/N).

After awhile I decided to stay up for a bit longer and handle the growing problem in my boxers.

I slipped my hand under my blanket and started to softly palm myself. I sighed, closing my eyes and imaging it was her. I started to move my hand a little faster until I couldn’t take it anymore. I kicked away the blanket and pushed my boxers down to my thighs.

I reach over to the nightstand for the bottle of plain lotion that the hotel provided and put some in my hand.

I captured my bottom lip between my teeth as I took my cock into my hand, pumping myself slowly. I let my eyes fall closed and imagined it was her. A moan fell past my lips as I imagined her riding me. The way her hips would move and how she’d moan my name. I moved my hand faster, swiping my thumb over my tip.

I tossed my head back against the pillows, moaning as my hips bucked into my hand. “Shit” I groaned, moving my other hand down to squeeze my balls.

I bit my lip again, trying to silence myself so no one in the room next door would hear. I started to think of her again as my hand moved faster and my body tensed.

I moaned out her name as I came. My hips rocking up against my hand as my climax racked through my body.

I sighed, relaxing against the sheets as my breathing returned to normal.

I smirked to myself and grabbed some tissues, cleaning myself off and tossing them into the bin.

It was amazing how just the thought of her could get me off so easily. I couldn’t wait to get home and actually have her.

A/N: I know it’s hella short, but there’s only so much you can do with having a wank. Sorry if it’s shit :)

-WeWalkedOnGlass

Personal Experience: Chapter Forty

Well guys, this is it, this is the final chapter. Thank you to all that have been reading, and to those of you who voted.

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

I never thought that I would get pregnant this early into our marriage, and finding out while we were on tour. The best part, the fans are ecstatic. Another good thing is that the baby is due after tour is over, and it’s that time. “Harry!” I yell through the house.

"Yes, Love?"

"It’s time!"

"Shit! I’ll get your bags! Get to the car!" he yells back in excitement. Growing up I never wanted kids, but there something about Harry being the father that makes it wonderful. I hobble my way out to his Rover, but I can’t exactly get in it. Harry throws the bags in the car then easily lifts me into my seat.

At the hospital I’m immediately placed in a room, but since I’m not dilated enough I have to continue to wait, and the baby won’t stop kicking. Harry’s on the phone in the hall while I’m pacing back and forth in my room. I can hear how excited he is, and I really want him to shut up since he’s not the one in pain. Yet.

"Do you need anything, Colleen?" Harry asks smiling at me.

"To get the hell through this," I complain. Harry responds by walking over to me and wrapping me in his arms. He gets a few seconds of contact before I lean forward during another contractions.

Hours have passed and it’s finally time for me to deliver. Harry stays with me through it all. Through the screams, the bone crushing grip I have on his hands and the swearing. The two of us look at each other the entire time while he gently strokes the hair off my forehead.

"One more push," says the doctor. I scream once more as the baby finally comes crying like she should. I start panting heavily as beads of sweat roll off my skin.

"You did it, Love," Harry kisses my forehead. The nurse hands me our new baby girl.

"What’s her name?" asks the doctor.

"Diana," I say as she’s hands her to me. Her face peeks through the pink blanket wrapped around her tiny body. As I’m being taken back to my room with Harry at my side and Diana in my arms, I hear the others screams echoing in the hallway. "Harry." He looks at me. "Tell them that if they’re going to come in my room that they need to be quiet."

"I will," he smiles.

The guys and their wives pile into my room two by two. “She’s so pretty,” Andrea says.

"Just like her mum," Niall adds.

I’m not really paying attention to them as I stare into Diana’s eyes. “What’s her name?” Louis asks.

"Diana," replies Harry sitting on the bed with me. I relax into him tightening my hold on Diana as he wraps his arm around me.

"Why that name?" Nicole asks. I start to chuckle. "What’s so funny?"

"I chose this name because Wonder Woman is my favorite female superhero…" I blush looking at her and Liam. Liam smiles brightly; the two of us stare at each other since we have closely bonded over my comic book collection.

"It suits her," Eleanor says happily.

“It’s perfect,” Perrie adds.

"Can I hold her?!" Louis asks interrupting excitedly.

"Sure," I smile. As he carefully takes her from my arms I say, "Louis." He looks into my eyes. "We want you to be the Godfather," I take Harry’s hand in mine as it’s draped over my shoulder. There was no question who the Godfather would be since he is the older brother I never had.

"I’m hurt, Colleen," Niall laughs, "So much for being best friends." Andrea slaps his arm. "Ow! Whatcha do that for?!" She just shakes her head.

"So who’s the Godmother?"

"I hope it’s me." My eyes widen as I see my sister standing in the doorway with her husband, Eric; their hands wrapped around her baby bump, and their three year old daughter. Rachel is my only sister, and she is three years older than me.

"Rachel!" I yell. "But? How? You’re here! And pregnant again!”

"I’m here,” she smiles, “And I’m pregnant again. I wanted to wait to get here to show you. Harry set everything up. And it looks like I got here just in time too," she smiles at Harry.

"We didn’t think you’d go into labor this early. At least, not for a few more days," Harry speaks kissing the top of my head. "I called her knowing she was almost here."

"Are mom and dad here?"

"They’ll be coming in a few days." Harry really had this planned.

The next to step into the room are Harry’s mom, sister and step dad. Everyone circles around us; Louis not giving up Diana. My sister laughs when we tell her our baby’s name. She didn’t even have to ask where we got the name. Hey, if it was a boy it would have been Timothy, my favorite male superhero.

"Dads going to love you for that one," Rachel says. "So, am I going to be the Godmother or what?"

Everyone laughs. “Of course,” says Harry. “Gemma, you’ll be the next one.”

She laughs, “Why am I not this time?”

"Because she’s the one who had to carry the baby for nine months," Harry pulls me into him.

Louis speaks, “Sooooo, you all owe me,” taking his attention away from Diana for the first time.

"For what?!" I ask.

"What? Did you not expect us to make bets on the gender?" he laughs.

"Making bets on my child before she was even born," I shake my head. "For that, I want her back." Louis happily hands her over. After realizing Harry hasn’t gotten to hold her yet, I let him. I wanted a boy. Harry wanted a girl. I knew I would luck out; but seeing how happy he is makes everything perfect. "So who won other than Lou?" I ask.

"I did!" Andrea replies.

"Me too!" Zayn adds.

Hours have passed and the room is nearly cleared out. Louis, Eleanor, Rachel and Eric are still here. Louis can’t get enough of Diana. El stays with me while all that are left talk in the hallway. Eleanor finally has her turn holding my new born baby girl. “I can’t wait to have a child,” she smiles at Diana.

"Louis will make a great father," I say.

"I know," she laughs. "I still can’t believe you’re the first to have one." I’m still not sure how it happened. The guys have finally settled down, but it seems that Harry and I were the only ones were settled enough to get pregnant; other than Zayn and Perrie.

"It’ll happen. I can feel it," I pause, "In my belly." As the two of us begin to laugh hysterically the guys look back at us as Rachel and Eric leave.

"We’ll see you tomorrow, Colleen," Louis says. "And you too," he baby talks Diana once more.

"How do you feel?" Harry asks once we have the room to ourselves.

"Exhausted," I laugh holding Diana closer to me.

"Why don’t you get some rest."

"I want to look at her for the rest of my life." He laughs sitting next to us on the bed.

"She really does look like you."

"Yes, but she has your eyes," I look into his. "And your nose," I bop his nose.

"Then she’ll be the prettiest girl in the world," he laughs as he starts to run his thumb over her forehead. "Next to you, of course."

"No. She’ll be absolutely gorgeous."

"I know she will be." Harry and I look up from Diana into each other’s eyes. He leans in to kiss me; the first time in the last twelve hours or so.

"Gets some sleep," he demands softly taking Diana from me.

"And what about you?"

"I’m a dad now; I need as much time with her before she rebels." The two of us laugh. It’s near three am as I’m settling into my bed while Harry sits in the rocking chair next to the bed; and Diana in his arms. "Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love. And I will hold you closer. Hope your heart is strong enough when the night is coming down on you. We will find a way through the dark." I look down at my wrist that still holds the gold bracelet Harry gave me the night we officially became a couple. It seems that this song will no longer be mine; but now mine and Diana’s. I never thought I would have a child one day. I fall asleep listening to him sooth our daughter knowing that I wouldn’t want anything different.

Again, thanks to everyone who has read. I am working on a sequel, but I’m not sure when I’ll finish writing it; and I probably won’t post it on here since it’ll be another long one.

Chapter 14 of Blood: Sweets With A Stranger

My smile fades a little as I see my dad making his way down the bleachers for me… alone. 

"I’m so proud of you, honey… So what would you like to do to celebrate?" My dad asks cheerily as he reaches me and immediately wraps me in a comforting hug. 

"Hmm…  How about frozen yogurt?" The smile on my face returns to its original width and seems to have a mind of it’s own as I take in the sole remnant of family I have left. 

Truth be told, I do have more family, but we’re not on the best terms as of late. 

They just abruptly stopped talking to me all together a few months before my nineteenth birthday; which was only a little over a week ago now. 

I sent them their tickets in the mail for access to my graduation ceremony, but I guess they couldn’t be bothered enough to show up and support me with their unconditional love… 

"That sounds great!" He says, drawing me from my thoughts as he pulls back and rests his left hand on my right shoulder, "Lets go. I’ll meet you at Daddy Yo’s" he adds with a smile. 

"Beat you there!" I challenge as I suddenly turn on my heel to run back to my truck. 

I giggle to myself as I hear my dad call out, “You’re going down!” hearing his feet quickly hit the ground in the direction of his car as well.

***** 

The whole ride over is spent calmly nodding along to the beat of the music and thinking to myself about how my family seemingly abandoned me all of a sudden, with my progression of age. 

I arrive at Daddy Yo’s soon after leaving the school - seeing as it’s close by - but laugh to myself as I see my dad already in the parking lot, leaning his back up against the trunk of his 2005 Chrysler 300 C,  in his victory, with his arms folded over his chest. 

The parking lot is unusually packed, for the first time since it opened there are no unoccupied parking spaces; strange. 

I quickly drive up within talking distance of my dad to let him know that I will have to park down the street a little and meet him inside.

He nods understandingly before hitting the lock button on his remote key and strolls inside; stuffing the keys into the front-right pocket of his jeans. 

I watch him through one of the large windows as he makes his way to a moderately sized booth in the back, seeing as more room was available in contrast to the front, and begins to wait patiently for me; twiddling with a menu. 

I quickly head out of the parking lot - to keep the wait as short as possible - and make my way down the street, simultaneously peering over at each passing parking lot; the past three being packed as well. 

"What the hell? Is everyone in Santa Monica getting frozen yogurt today? Lord help me not to pull a ‘Madea’ and make room with a forklift…" I sigh in frustration just as I conveniently spot an unoccupied parking space. 

I can’t contain my burst of excitement as I start laughing triumphantly to myself and zoom into it; quickly come to a relieved stop.

I shift it into park, kill the engine, put on the emergency brake - out of paranoia and sheer habit - and check my appearance in the small flip-down mirror before grabbing my chapstick from my bag. 

I look back up to the small mirror and apply it to perfection; I cannot go one minute without chapstick… preferably Vaseline with Cocoa Butter. 

I find myself actually taking a second to look at my reflection for once. 

I’ve never really been one to care for how I look, appearance wise; I don’t like wearing makeup or care about styling my hair. 

But tonight there is a unmistakable glow about me; the affirmation that I’m finally free from the social hell, and immaturity of high school, flowing through me. 

My eyes seem to have shifted into an even lighter turquoise - something I never even thought possible, as my eyes match that of a vibrant Hawaiian ocean - my lips seem to be a shade darker, my skin brighter, and my hair falls perfectly passed my shoulders and stops just above my ribs. 

I look closer at my eyes - noticing all of the little intricate features - the outer rims of dark blue, vivid inner turquoise, and rings of rigid gold rounding my pupils; all encased under a dark frame of long, thick eyelashes. 

I actually feel confident about my appearance for once. 

I climb down from my ‘mini-mountain of a truck’, as my friends call it, before locking it and dropping my keychain over my head; settling around my neck and resting against my chest. 

My confidence seems to show through my walk as well - just barely noticing as my hips sway back and forth once I started walking - owning the sidewalk like my personal catwalk; a certain bounce in my step. 

I quickly make my way up to the four way intersection standing between me and Daddy Yo’s. 

My stomach starts to grumble in anticipation, like it knows I am getting closer and closer to the frozen yogurt.

Cars zoom by as I reach up to press the button that summons my delivery through the crosswalk, but I’m distracted by a pair of footsteps sounding close behind me before I could reach even halfway. 

I casually look over my shoulder, behind me - while simultaneously proceeding the rest of the small distance to the button - only to see a man standing diagonal of me; a comfortable distance set between us. 

I can’t help myself as I subtly lean my head slightly further over my shoulder to get a better look at him; grazing over the circumference of the button with the pads of my index and middle finger.

He is adorned in a dark-red beanie, a long black pea-coat, gray skinny jeans, black converse with typical white laces, and black aviator sunglasses that take up most of his face. 

He quickly catches notice of my eyes crawling over him and clears his throat, summoning me back from my curious, and seemingly rude, daze. 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I was just… Um… Isn’t it a little dark out for sunglasses?" I inquire with an innocent smile and a friendly chuckle as I seem to have forgotten my hand upon the button and also the intent to press it.

He copies my verbal response, and takes part in the small laugh as well, “That it is, but, in all honestly, I’m trying to hide from someone right now.” I nod my head understandingly as his lips part to continue, “My ex won’t leave me alone tonight.” He offers me a shy grin. 

He had an astounding British accent, it’s beautiful, yet very rare around these parts. 

I momentarily lose myself in the wonder of his foreign tongue, feeling as though it’s a delicacy yet to get enough of, before returning a friendly smile.

Before I can stop it, a small giggle escapes from between my lips at the recognition of the fault in his logic, “Well, dont you think going full ‘ninja stealth mode’ would make it obvious that you’re trying to hide and make you stick out more?” My smile gets the better of me as his grin widens in return; the realization now hitting him as well.

His is a lovely smile; it’s very welcoming and quite endearing, as well as seeming truly genuine. 

"You do have a point…" he fades off into a chuckle, clearly defeated under my superior logic. "Ok, well if I show you something, then will you promise me that you won’t freak out or scream?" He asks, just above a whisper. 

"Umm… You’re not going to flash me are you? -Because if you do, then I will punch you. -Just giving you a fair warning." I say with a small smirk, although I am slightly put off by the wording of his question.

He laughs again, a little louder now, but seeming slightly more comfortable. 

"Fair enough." He raises his hands in front of him in mock-surrender before continuing, "But no, nothing scary like that." He takes a few steps closer, to where we’re shoulder to shoulder, before he slowly looks around in every direction and leans in closer to me. 

I don’t know why, but I partially lean in as well; curiosity getting the better of me. 

He reaches up to his sunglasses and slowly inches them up to his forehead; revealing the hidden portion of his face. 

He immediately slams his eyes shut, as if expecting me to do something crazy, but Instead, I’m just left confused; my head slightly cocked to the right. 

"Um, am I supposed to ‘scream or freak out’ now?" I ask jokingly as I quote his own words from before, watching him as his eyes open again and focus intently on me. 

He looks almost puzzled all of a sudden as he then takes the glasses off completely and carefully places them into one of his jacket pockets; keeping his eyes on me before parting his lips to speak again. 

"Wait…" He leans in a little closer to my face as he looks around hurriedly, "Do you not recognize me?" He asks in a hushed whisper, sounding almost baffled at my lack of identification. 

"Well you do look strangely familiar for some reason, but no, I’m sorry, I can’t say I do… Am I supposed to?" I raise an eyebrow in slight suspicion as his eyes widen in exchange. 

Next thing I know, he’s taken my right hand into his left - between us - and is squeezing it comfortably. 

"No, no, of course not, don’t worry about it. But forgive me for forgetting my manners, I didn’t meant to come off like a total creep. My name is Liam; Liam Payne." he utters with a proud smile and begins to shake my hand in his as introduction; his british accent thickens at the sounding of his own name. 

There is a pleasing glint in his eyes; probably the doubled reflection of the headlights passing by and the dazzling lights of the city encasing us. 

It looks as though the entire world around us has shrunken into miniature pictures, projecting into the dark gloss of his eyes; quite a beautiful sight to see. 

He looks at me expectantly, as if noticing the unforseen confusion dancing around in my mind, but I quickly snap back to our personalized space of reality, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Liam. My name is Viddía Mailliard.” I say just as proudly, as I return the firm handshake. 

He seems to have taken some sort of interest in me, as his lips always manage to part with the finish of each new sentence shared between us; an interest that’s easily returned. 

"Wow, that’s a lovely name you have there! It’s so unique; where are you from? I don’t believe I hear an accent?" He questions, almost excitedly. 

"Well thank you, I appreciate that very much!" And I’m originally from France. Viddía is a form of ‘Vidya’; which is - or was - the name of a Hindu goddess. It means ‘wisdom, knowledge, and learning’ in Sanskrit. My mom wanted to be original" I say sarcastically, yet with a reminiscent smile none the less. 

"That’s really beautiful, and no doubt it actually is original. I’ve heard of Vidya quite a bit, but never Viddía; It has a different pronunciation, as well as a certain, appealing ring to it." He compliments with a friendly smile. 

I find myself gradually inching closer to him, somewhat drawn to his comforting aura, in order to heighten the pleasant conversation.

To my surprise, I catch him subtly doing the same, but neither of us going too far as to make it feel awkward or seem like a moment of an inevitable kiss scene in a movie. 

"What about your last name?" he urges politely. 

He really does seem to have taken an interest, but I find myself caring less and less as his warm smile is anything but offsetting. 

"Well, Mailliard is clearly french, but stems from ‘Milliard’, which is also french. You see, I’m from a long line of stinky frenchmen" I say with a playful wink, fully aware of just making fun of my own self in the hopes of giving effect to the pun. 

Thankfully it succeeds, as he follows suit by immediately howling with laughter. 

The aura between us has completely shifted from a stranger’s encounter to a friendly, more open and comfortable one, all in the matter of a few short minutes. 

It’s quite easy to talk to this man - Liam, as he calls himself - a matter’a fact, I am actually enjoying it. 

"Oh, and I almost forgot, you’re correct." It seems as though I caught him off guard, as he now looks at me a little confused. 

I smile sweetly before continuing “I don’t have an accent; my parents moved from France when I was practically a newborn, and then continued to move around a lot ever since. The language I was mostly brought up around was english. Aside from the small amount of French between my parents, english just stuck with me the most…. I still know some french though, mais pas trop bien, comme vous pouvez le voir.” I joked as I nudged his elbow with mine, given the new, closer proximity.

He looks at me, almost at a loss for words, “Sorry, but I’m a little rusty in the ‘foreign language department’… What did that mean?” he jokes back as he lets out a joyful laugh.

"It meant, ‘but not too much, as you can see’. It was just a silly play on words to prove I actually do know more than I previously let on" I say simply, basking in my cleverness.

He shakes his head at me playfully before settling back for an expectant look, as if encouraging me to continue with the curiosity behind his own gaze alone. 

"… Funny thing is, when I was a kid, they always told it was a game of ‘Chase Me, Catch Me’ and that they were ‘always moving to not get caught’…" I look over my shoulder, in the opposite direction of Liam, in reaction to the sound of skidding tires somewhere nearby. 

I waited a few moments before continuing, “But I personally just think they liked moving; lord knows money was never an issue.” I chuckle - mainly to myself at remembering their specific wording - turning my head to look back at him, only to see him as stiff as a board; every aspect of him was now tense. 

"Hey, are you alright Liam?" I ask as I place my right hand on his left shoulder, a little worried for the nice new stranger stood before me; straining muscles and clenched jaw, looking almost painful. 

"Yea, I’m fine sorry, just cold I guess." He hastily reassures me with kind eyes as he visibly relaxes and puts his hands into his jacket pockets; I dropped my arm back to my side soon after. 

"Well hey, I know this is kind of forward but I just graduated high school tonight and I’m here with my dad for some frozen yogurt in celebration… Would you possibly be interested in taking a break from your double life as an under-cover ninja, to join?" I ask with a big smile that reveals my straight white teeth, along with my dimples; a little less then prominent.

He looks taken back by my invitation but quickly responds, “Really? -But I could be some psycho-killer that prays on the young and beautiful for all you know…” He starts, but is interrupted soon after by my uncontrollable laughter. 

"Did you really just say that?" My head then rolls back as I struggle over my breath. 

"Well it’s true, you never know these days. I mean, I could be two little-people stacked on top of eachother, with an evil plot to dominate the world and force all ‘tall’ people to walk through small doorways for the rest of their lives." He says with a pained smirk, clearly struggling to restrain from bursting out into laughter as well. 

"Good one, and nice imagination by the way, but that’s not what I was talking about." My smile widens substantially, "I was talking about the whole ‘praying on the young and beautiful’ thing". 

I can no longer control myself as I start to laugh again. 

"No offense, but, you don’t exactly look like you could fit the part; unless you were like, a vampire… or a werewolf… or some kind of mythical creature or something crazy like that." I barely manage out my response through strained lungs; feeling as though they may burst open any second. 

My eyes begin to water from the strenuous amount of laughter as he looks at me for a second, nervous almost, then suddenly breaks into laughter with me. 

Our laughs twist and intertwine into the night sky before dispersing into a fleeting echo not too far off, down the street. 

He has a attractive laugh; it’s manly, yet has that slightly girlish tinge to it that makes it so incredibly contagious.

"Well, Viddía, I think I will take you up on your offer after all. This has been one heck of a first impression so far, so why stop it now?" he says as his laugh calms and subsides for an innocent, warm smile, "But could you promise me one thing?" His smile then fades somewhat as well, into a more serious shade of his happiness. 

"Depends on what it is." I inquire with a matching seriousness. 

"When we get in there, could you please try not say my name too loud?" He inquires in an almost desperate tone of voice.

"Oh, no problem! I understand how ex’s can be - trust me - you’re safe with me." I offer him a reassuring smirk. "Besides I don’t believe letting you get mauled by a crazy ex is very appropriate for starting off the friendship" I giggle like a five year old at the image coming to mind. 

He chuckles as well, “Agreed.” 

Just then had I realized we’d been standing at a corner of a four way intersection, talking, for about seven minutes. 

My dad is going to be upset that I made him wait so long; whoops. 

"Well let’s go then, shall we?" I ask, intending it as more of a statement, as I reach up to the button again to access our specific section of crosswalk. 

"You know, I’m kind of glad you noticed my glasses tonight" I heard him say beside me as he retrieved the sunglasses from his jacket pocket. 

"And why’s that?" I quickly straighten out the bottom of my dress - the result of a nervous tick - at the same time he tugs at his glasses to reposition them to what I assume to be a more comfortable position upon the bridge of his nose. 

It’s a simple dress - short and burgundy - draping down to just above my knees.

The sleeves are a beautiful lace reaching all the way down to my wrists.

The top half is snug around my chest and ribs while the bottom half subtly kicks outward, naturally brimming off into the structure of a calm, limp tutu. 

It’s quite soft and perfect for the occasion, not showing any inappropriate skin, yet not being too modest at the same time; showing off and complimenting my curved figure without needing to hug me like a girl on prom night to do so. 

"Well for a number of reasons actually… if that doesn’t sound totally creepy… But, for one, I would’ve been dodging her all night with no-one to talk to. Two, I wouldn’t have made a new friend. And three, I would’ve had nothing to do as fun as eating sweets with said, ‘new friend’." He smiles sweetly at me before starting across the crosswalk along side me. 

"Well those reasons are good by me; Glad I could be of some importance in your once seemingly lonely plans for the night. And to be honest, I’m pretty glad too." I look over to see him already looking at me, his innocent smile on display in reaction to my honesty. 

We walk in a comfortable silence for about a minute or two before nearing Daddy Yo’s. 

I can see, from the corner of my eye, as he pushes his glasses up further along his nose and then flips the collar of his jacket to rim around him face; almost like a shield. 

"Wow, she must really be after you, huh?" the look on his face says it all as he keeps his eyes facing ahead and nods reluctantly. 

I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I suddenly find my hand upon his closest shoulder, again, rubbing up and down encouragingly, “It’ll be ok, she’ll give up eventually, just give it time.” I said with a reassuring smile and a small giggle. 

"What do you mean?" He turns his head to look at me, but I can’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. 

"Well, no one - no matter who they are - has the capability of keeping their preconceived plan of dedication without eventually losing interest and giving up to find something new to peak a different version of their interest in exchange…" I explain further, feeling a bit philosophical.

I can sense Liam’s eyes on me as he slowly nods along with every few words. 

"So, all in all, I believe everyone just needs to focus on things that are more progressive, and less trivial… like stalking their ex, for instance" I finished with a playful smirk, as I finally look over to view Liam’s expression; his mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. 

My shy giggle in response to his facial expression seems to have knocked him from his apparent shock as he finally speaks, “Wow, Viddía… I’m really impressed, that was quite intelligible.” He says, as his eyebrows start to slowly come back down from practically losing themselves in his hairline. 

"Thanks, I try" I flash him a single dimple as I casually play off the flattering admiration. 

"You know, I don’t believe you even need to try; I think you’re just smarter than you let on" he lengthens the compliment and I return his smile with my own. 

"Well thank you, Liam, I’m flattered." talking to him has become really easy, and truly enjoyable; he seems like the perfect example of a person I would be friends with, given the immediate connection and conversation thus far.

"Well, are you ready for some amazing frozen yogurt?" I ask excitedly - mere moments away from satisfying my hunger, as well as my sweet tooth - as I reach for the handle of the large glass door before us.

"Sure am!" He responds immediately, smiling as he places his hand over his stomach as further evidence

Chapter 13 of Blood: What A Frightened Flower

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It feels as though I’m staring down the barrel of a gun as I’m locked in to Zayn’s unreadable glare; but this gun is stitched together with the never ending possibilities that follow close behind his quick temper. 

He bores into me with wildfire burning intently behind the potential, but his stare isn’t what’s so unsettling; it’s watching as his eyes slowly morph into a completely new color, just as Harry’s did. 

Zayn’s shade of alteration is different though; instead of wavering into a deep crimson, the brown fades into a haunting gold. 

It seems as though the effect of their - both Harry and Zayn’s - emotional response shows primarily through the multitude of threads within their retinas.

The change appears to express the polar-opposite shade of their birth-given eye colors - such as Harry’s deep crimson consuming the light swirl or green, and Zayn’s chocolate brown giving way for the translucent gold - shifting into a rigid illumination of pure anger. 

He stands before me as my reaper yet again, holding me in a grip that could end it all with a simple flick of the wrist. 

He gradually tightens his grip, little by little, sure to keep the edge on the situation and assure me of his seriousness but doesn’t make a move to kill me… He just stares at me. 

He holds my eyes in an ominous stare as he slowly brings his face an inch in front of mine, “Listen here princess, this is how it’s going to work from now on; you’re going to be respectful, obey every rule, and stay off my bad side. -You got that?” A subtle growl sneaks from the back of his throat as he tries to keep his voice at a whisper. 

"Or else what - you’ll give me whiplash from all your mood swings? - Ohh I’m shaking in my Toms." I croak out in a strangled challenge before I can think it through. 

He then moves his head toward the crook of my neck as he purrs “Or I’ll be the one to pluck your pretty little pedals…” in my ear; a simple yet haunting, sexual innuendo.

"Y-You wouldn’t!" I stammer, feeling defiled by his words alone.

It feels like I might just melt under his wonton stare as the temperature around me seems to have suddenly shot up 10 degrees. 

"Oh but I would… It would be so easy too…" he begins to trail the fingers of his free hand from the bottom of my thigh, to the top, and back again; over the entire length of my left thigh. 

"And don’t think, for one second, that Harry could ever stand in my way of getting to you… Vixen" he then presses a gentle kiss against the top of my left shoulder - as a symbol of warning - sealing the gravity, and imagery, behind his sadistic threat.

A shiver rakes through my entire body at the sheer sensation ringing forth from the feeling of his lips pressing down against the material of my jacket, and the thoughts brought to mind by his perfectly articulated words. 

I certainly don’t need, or want, anymore attention in that department… But I’m sure as hell not going to let him boss me around. 

Just as Zayn pulls back - meeting my eyes with a devilish smirk - the front door swivels open, the blonde man steps in, and in return immediately snatches Zayn’s attention. 

I see from the corner of my eye as he quickly whips his gaze up to the second floor, then scans the entirety of the room - from left to right - before findind a very confused Zayn, who is already returning his stare. 

All the while I couldn’t care less about the sudden ‘intrusion’, as my eyes remain fixed on the beautiful psychopath before me; holding me up against the wall and strangling me half to death like it was no trouble against his conscience.

As soon as the blonde-man meets Zayn’s crazed glare, he immediately looks worried, ”What are you doing! -Let her go!… Now!” The man orders in a shocked, yet gruff tone; his eyes now trained on the connection between my throat and Zayn’s hand. 

At the man’s words, I finally break from my trance and dart my eyes back and forth between the two men in exchange. 

Zayn keeps his focus on the man as he steadily puts more distance between us, yet doesn’t release me; clearly still absorbed by some portion of his anger. 

I watch cautiously as his eyes start to gradually mutate back to their natural shade of brown; slicking over the gold like tar and pooling to a coherent solid.

Just then, a dangerous idea strikes up in my subconscious; as I can feel myself starting to panic under the lack of oxygen circulating to my brain. 

With what little strength I have left within me, I bring my legs up as high as possible towards my chin - simultaneously bending them at the knee - to sneak into the space freshly granted between our bodies. 

Once high enough, I quickly shoot my feet straight out at him, catch him along the chest, and force him away from me in one strong, outward kick; knocking all air from his lungs in return. 

Right on que, his grip is torn from my throat and I partially collide against the wall behind me as I make contact with the ground in reaction. On the way down I manage to see him fly away from me; crashing onto the floor soon after me. 

I quickly look up and watch with a weakened smile as he slides across the floor, about another foot, before coming to a solid stop. 

Once satisfied, I drop my head, immediately reach up to my neck, and feel the surrounding skin - as if making sure it’s still there - before wrapping my own small hand carefully around my neck to softly caress it. 

The man practically imitates a statue, shocked, darting his eyes back and forth between Zayn and I.

Through having my oxygen denied passage to my lungs for so long and having the remaining strength completely drained from me after that kick, I can’t hide the great please taking form over my face at seeing Zayn sprawled out on his back about a yard away from me; struggling not to choke over his own returning breath. 

With what fraction of motor skills I have left, I chance a look up at the man, to see his once calm features have long been replaced with an appalled expression.

Seeing the look on his face alone would make me burst out in a victorious laugh if I wasn’t so drained physically.

He quickly recovers his composure at meeting my eyes and speeds over to me, with slightly parted lips, before crouching down beside me in an attempt to meet my slumped stature. 

"Viddía?… Viddía, are yo…?" His words quickly faze out as I suddenly feel uneasy; like an elephant and a half are perched upon my head. 

I reluctantly start to slump further against the ground as all my weight seems to double and work against me; dragging me further into my quickly thriving haze. 

He must notice I’m slipping, as he then reaches down and takes both of my hands into his.

He pulls my hands into the air and drags my limp body up as far as possible before hoisting me into his arms. 

I can’t help but feel so weak, pitiful, and fragile all of a sudden.. I never thought I’d put those words to use against my own self… They feel like poison, clouding my thoughts. 

I’m far too exhausted to fight back at this point, so instead of possibly hurting myself from trying, I allow my head to fall back; over the side of his arm. 

My eyelids fall closed soon after, like lead curtains, and I’m unable to reopen them. 

"Don’t.. touch me…" I struggle out in a tired whisper as I try to remain conscious.

"Ok." He says simply before letting out a small, almost cute, chuckle and slightly tightening his hold of me; pulling me closer against his chest. 

He subtly leans back in place, causing my head to roll back against his chest from previously draping, in an uncomfortable position, over his arm. 

Of all the unexplainable things running through my mind, for some strange reason, an almost unnoticeable hint of a smile forms over my lips in reaction to his unexpected gesture. 

I barely start to feel him take a few steps in an unknown direction before unknowingly giving in to the overpowering exhaustion and fading to black in the man’s arms

Personal Experience: Chapter Thirty-Nine

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

Tonight is the opening night for the This Is It tour; I still laugh each time I hear it, and all of us are emotionally nervous. The guys are hyper; which is nothing new. We’ve seen them like this before. Niall and Andrea are racing each other on segways, Liam and Zayn with Nicole and Perrie are riding around on golf carts through the arena. Louis and Eleanor are messing around with his skateboard outside the venue, and Harry is trying to escape like always. Honestly, the guys are all over the place; and it’s nothing new to me. I’m even trying to help Paul keep Harry here; little upset that he’s not listening to me. Especially with it getting closer to show time.

In the dressing room, the guys are busy with vocal warm ups and changing while waiting to get their hair done by Lou. Yep, the entire crew is with us again. The girls and I are just joking around making fun of them all. Andrea is trying to fix Niall’s hair since he’s already messed it up. “Don’t touch what you can’t afford,” he teases messing up hers. The guys get their final notice that it’s almost show time, and they have to go. The girls say our good lucks with quick hugs and kisses.

Harry holds me as tightly as possible. “Harry! We have to go!” yells Louis.

“Five more minutes!”

“The show starts in one!”

“I’ll see you after the show, Love,” he kisses me one last time before running off.

“Good luck, Harry!” I yell after him. I listen to them running down the hall excitedly screaming and singing. After that Paul comes to take us to our seats; a private section in front of the VIP area. I’m surprised at how the fans are reacting to us. I’m surprised the guys can still pull in a younger crowd. They ask us for pictures with them, and I really like talking to them. I’m almost tempted to ask Paul to let some of the girls to hang with us.

“COLLEEN!” I hear someone scream. I turn my head to the direction of the voice to see Jesy running over to me.

“Jesy!” I scream back. “What are you doing here?!”

“The guys wanted us to surprise you!”

“Us?”

“Jade and Leigh-Ann are on their way,” she smiles hugging me. The others make their way over pulling me into bone crushing hugs.

“Hi girls.”

“How are you, Colleen?” Leigh-Ann asks. Before the wedding they found out everything. I gave Per permission to tell them since they kept pestering her; and couldn’t get over what I had done to myself.

“I’m doing well. Really well,” I answer as we hold onto each other’s arms smiling.

“And what’s this little one?” Jesy asks pulling my hair to the side. Shit. I widen my eyes gripping my neck.

“It’s… It’s nothing… Really…”

They all shake their heads. “Married life seems to be suiting you,” Perrie says. “How did we not notice this earlier?”

“Maybe it’s because you were too focused on Harry’s,” I stick my tongue out.

“You gave Harry one?” Jade teases.

“Several,” Andrea winks.

“Girls! Stop it,” I whine. They all giggle as I blush pulling my hair back down.

The lights go out and the show finally begins! The guys open with Kiss You, What Makes You Beautiful; some of our favorites. Truly Madly Deeply, Story of My Life and Over Again.

Each time they sing our individual favorite songs we are pulled on stage one by one. Little Things is first for Andrea, and I’m last, like always, as Harry sings Irresistible to me. But when they start singing Better Than Words the five of us lose it. It’s the song we all could never get over when Midnight Memories came out. Niall makes Andrea go crazy when he points to her during his part. Through the Dark follows then Live While We’re Young, One Thing and ends with Best Song Ever.

Louis speaks, “You guys are amazing!”

“We love you all!” Niall shouts.

“Thank you to each and everyone one of you for your support through the years!” Harry screams. “We can’t thank you enough! We will make this the best tour ever!”

“Now,” says Liam calming the crowd. “We hope you like the next song, and the surprise that comes along with it.” The eight of us girls look back and forth between each other confused.

Don’t Forget Where You Belong starts to play and everyone goes crazy. Pictures of us are being displayed on the big screen behind the guys. The photos include our vacation, the weddings, Harry and I at the Little Mix show, the boys with their fans, some of the girls with the fans, our families; and funniest of all, the boys attacking each other at my wedding. I wish I could live that day over and over; I loved how they threw cake at one another, Niall getting drunk off his ass and Andrea not being able to help him since she was as drunk as him. I turn to the girls and they all pull me into their arms. Every embarrassing moment you could imagine is up there; like Harry getting trapped in my pool house, and Louis and Liam playing horrible pranks on the others. As the song continues our boys look straight into our eyes as we all tear up. I can’t believe how far we’ve come with the guys, and this is only the beginning to the rest of our lives.

 

We aren’t even two weeks into the tour when I realize something. “Harry?!” I yell worried through the hotel room.

“Yes, baby?” I wait until he’s in the same room as me. “What is it?”

“I haven’t gotten my period…” He just stares at me. “Harry! Say something!”

A huge smile spreads across his face, “Oh my gosh, Colleen!” He runs over to me scooping me into his arms then kisses me.

“I’m glad you’re smart enough to know what I meant,” I laugh.

“We have to tell the others!”

“No!” I yell; he looks at me confused. “No,” I shake my head.

“But-”

“Harry,” I say calmly, “I don’t want anyone knowing unless we’re certain. I don’t know how possible it is; but, you know, it could either be a false alarm, or…”

“Or what?”

“It might not last…”

“You mean like a miscarriage?” he asks a scared.

“Yea. Like a miscarriage…”

“Why would you say something like that?!”

“I don’t know how my body will react to this. I don’t think anything will happen,” I say taking his hands in mine. “But just to be sure. My mom always says that you shouldn’t share the news unless you’re at least four, maybe five, months along. I thought this would be easier to explain,” I sigh.

“O-okay,” he says hesitantly. “Okay,” Harry smiles. “We’ll wait. What should we do about doctors and all? I mean we have to make sure the baby is okay though, right?”

“Right. Maybe we should at least tell Paul. He’ll probably be good at keeping that from the others.”

“And what will our excuse be every time we stop at a hospital?” I laugh.

“We… We could… Maybe… Maybe we can just make it that we’re doing a monthly date night thing!”

“That sounds good,” I laugh wrapping my arms around his chest.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” I look up at Harry as I rest my chin on his chest. “We’re going to be a family.”

*Five months later*

I can’t believe we’re already halfway through the tour, and I couldn’t be any prouder of the guys. They have accomplished so much in their time as One Direction. I still get a feeling of guilt when I think about how they had to deal with me after the incident; but to also think about how Harry and I are going to be parents makes it feel like nothing ever happened. My scars are barely visible, and my heart is healed.

The baby is doing really well; no signs of any problems. Everyone, as far as we know, thinks Harry and I have been going on monthly date nights through the countries. My doctor meets us at the nearest hospital when it’s time for the next appointment.

“Hey, Love,” Harry walks over to me as I stare into the mirror. “Look at that baby bump,” he laughs placing his hand over my stomach. “You ready to tell them?”

“Yea,” I smile.

Harry and I have asked the guys and the girls to our hotel room. “What’s this about?” Andrea asks.

“Just wait until everyone gets here,” I laugh. Louis and Eleanor are the last to arrive.

“Alright, tell us what’s going on!” Niall yells.

“Colleen and I have some news to share.”

“I’m pregnant,” I get straight to the point.

“Oh my gosh!” Perrie runs over to me. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!”

“Because we wanted to make sure that it would last…” I say twiddling my thumbs.

“Why?!” Nicole.

“Just in case,” Harry says calmly. “How do I say this… You’re right, Colleen, this is hard to explain.”

“I think we understand, you two,” Perrie says. The rest of the girls hug me before they start to put their hands on my stomach. “Do you know what the sex is?”

“No. We want it to be a surprise,” answers Harry. “I think it’s a girl, though.”

“I’m hoping for a boy,” I laugh.

“Guys, are you gonna say anything?” Andrea turns to the boys who seem to be in complete shock. They all stare at me.

Louis is the first to speak, “I can’t believe you two are the first to get pregnant out of us all.” Everyone laughs.

“When did this happen?! How far along are you?! Is the baby healthy?!” Liam asks excitedly.

“We think it happened when we were on our honeymoon… We kind of forget to use protection the last night…” I say blushing. “I’m five months along,” I recover.

“And the baby is perfectly healthy,” Harry adds pulling me into him.

Personal Experience: Chapter Thirty-Eight

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

I wake up at six am to get ready for today’s rehearsals. A big part of my life is coming to an end, but a new chapter is just starting for Colleen and me. Before I open my eyes I feel that I’m no longer holding onto her, so she must of been dreaming again. I kiss the top of her head knowing she’ll want to sleep longer. She smiles as I leave the bed dragging my fingers over her skin. I wash up before I head out even though I’ll be sweating horribly today.

I have to meet Niall at his place since we made arrangements last night that we’ll be driving together. When I arrive at his and Andrea’s place I’m greeted by their dog, Hunter, a Jack Russel; or as Andrea calls him, the new addition to their family.

“Hey, boy, where’s the rest of the family?” I greet the pup who barks down the passage as if he’s calling them.

“Hi, Harry,” Andrea smiles coming down the hall.

“Hello, how are you?” I greet her with a hug.

“Always good. Can I get you some tea while you wait for Niall? He’s in the shower/

“I’m not going to say no to a cup of tea,” I follow her to the kitchen.

“HUNTER!” we hear Niall yell as Hunger starts running down the hallway with Niall’s tracksuit pants straight to Andrea, and Niall running after him in only his boxers. I try to hold back laughter until I turn to Andrea nearly snorting and spitting out my tea.  “I’m going to kill that dog,” he grumbles picking his pants up from the floor.

“Try it, mister, and you’ll have to deal with me,” Andrea says as she hands him his cup of coffee.

“How’s Colleen, Harry?”

“She’s doing great,” I answer thinking back to last night smirking to myself.

“What’s that look for, mate?”

Andrea laughs, “I know what that look is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Where is she?”

“At home, obviously. Probably still sleeping.”

“I wonder why,” Andrea says trying to push the collar of my shirt.

“Hey. Hey!” I say trying not to let her see shoulder.

“How did you get this out of her?!”

“That is none of your business!” I laugh.

“Andrea, let him go. You know you’re able to do the same thing,” Niall wiggles his eyebrows.

“Ha! None of my business, my ass! This is priceless.”

“Are you ready to go?” Niall rescues me from the awkwardness.

“Yea, let’s go, goodbye Andrea.”

“Sorry mate, Andrea’s dropping us off,” Niall says as he picks up his guitar cases. Fuck. I think to myself.

“Well let’s go then.”

Niall picks up a pair of sunglasses from the kitchen table with the keys. “Na uh! Those are my sunglasses, Niall!” she yells.

“Does it matter? Both of ours are black!”

“Yes, it does. You have broken yours a million times already. I just got mine!”

“You two! Can we please go?!” I yell laughing at them. “You two are worse than kids, I tell you.” As Niall locks up I take Andrea around the neck and whisper to her, “Can we keep these marks between us, please?”

“Of course,” she answers with a sly tone. I never trust that tone. I’m doomed. I can tell Andrea has been driving Niall’s car for a while now since we are listening to Lana Del Rey. “Oh, my God, I feel it in the air. Telephone wires above, sizzling like a snare. Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere. Nothing scares me anymore. Kiss me hard before you go; summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby, you’re the best,” she sings to Niall causing me to laugh.

“You two are too cheesy.” As the car pulls up to the arena I say, “Finally,” to myself.

“So nice of the two of you to join us,” Louis yells from the other side of the stage.

“Blame these two!” I yell back. Andrea heads straight to Nicole, Eleanor and Perrie. I’m seriously doomed.

“Ni, I’ll see you later, okay?”

“What are you up to, Andrea?” he asks just as concerned as I would.

“Nothing,” she smirks. “El, Nicole, Per and I are just going to get some… Some food. Yes, we’re going to get some food.”

“Oh. then I’ll see you soon. Drive safely,” Niall responds giving Andrea a quick kiss.

“You idiot! Don’ tell me you fell for that?” I slap the back of his head in what Colleen likes to call a ‘Gibbs slap.’

“Dude, the moment she mentioned food, I was sold. She can do whatever she wants as long as she brings back food for me,” Niall laughs.

I turn back to the girls when I see Eleanor coming over from the corner of my eye. She goes straight for Louis to whisper something in his ear; which makes him look at me with a sly grin plastered on his face. Great. I watch the four of them leave the arena trying not to face the guys.

“Are we going to discuss the setlist?” I ask hoping she didn’t tell him what I’m thinking.

“Hmmm, I don’t know mate; my neck is kind of sore. Eleanor and I were having some fun last night,” Louis teases rubbing his neck causing the rest of the guys to laugh.

“Oh, fuck off,” I say punching him in the arm.

“Let’s see it,” Liam joins in on the teasing.

“Colleen will kill me. What happens behind closed doors between her and me stays between her and me. Besides, is this not contradicting the lesson we tried to teach them about the kissing and telling?”

“We’re guys, we do that. They’re just not allowed to.”

“You’re such an ass, Louis. If we’re allowed to do it, so should they. But Colleen at least has the decency to keep that to herself.”

“Says the one who knows she told about playing baseball.” I pull down my shirt anyways.

“Would you look at that?” says Zayn. “You sure know how to get her going.”

“This is priceless!” Louis screams.

“You should have seen what she did to me on our honeymoon,” I chuckle breaking the rules.

I feel my phone go off, and it’s Colleen: YOU SHOWED ANDREA?!??!!!

Me: I’ll get her for this one. She’s observant, that one. You know I wouldn’t have told. And she told the guys, so I’ll be getting them all back.

Colleen: Grrrr now they won’t leave me alone about it.

Me: How do you think I feel?! I told you the guys would rag on me about this one!

Colleen: Ugh! Just don’t tell too much!

Me: I won’t. I promise!

I close my phone. “So, what did she do to you during your honeymoon?” Liam asks.

I laugh, “I’ll keep that one to myself, and let you all think what you must. And what, did Andrea go to get food at my place, Niall?” I ask sarcastically.

“MmMmm,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re such a fucking idiot. The girls are with Colleen. And you can imagine what the topic of discussion will be.” I hit him.

“Owe!”

Rehearsal is going well as the girls arrive, with Colleen, back at the arena; food and drinks in hand. Rehearsal is in full swing; Paul and our choreographer have given up once again. Still not sure why they try to give us one after all these years. Josh, Sand, Jon and Dan are messing around as we chill on stage for another break.

“Hey Colleen! Can you please check something out for me? I think I have a bruise on my neck,” Louis teases her.

“Come on guys,” she blushes. “Like you never came to rehearsals with marks of passion on your bodies?” she lightens up. “Niall, do you remember the Kiss You music video? Or would you like me to elaborate?!”

“No, I’m cool,” Niall answers brushing his hand through his hair. All of us look at Niall curious as to what Colleen is talking about; then it hits all of us.

“Oh, yes, I remember now,” I say. “Niall still says he had an itch back and asked Andrea to scratch it. But we all know the truth behind that one. Andrea just returned from visiting her parents in South Africa the day before.”

“Two months apart sure is a long time,” Andrea says.

“Guess you had to make up for long time.”

“Okay. Okay! We’re even!” Niall gives in. After we eat we attempt to rehearse again, and as I walk on stage Liam, Louis, Zayn and Niall turn around with these huge purple and blue marks on their necks. Looks like Andrea and Perrie were having fun with their makeup; Colleen and I being the only ones not laughing. Around one am when we’re finally down to one song to go and then we can go home. Colleen and the girls are sitting on the edge of the stage chatting and looking half asleep. I know exactly what will wake them up. Especially Colleen. I look at the boys and the band, “You know what to play,” I say slyly. The tune to Midnight Memories plays and the girls shoot their heads around to look at us.

I start to sing staring into Colleen’s eyes. “Straight off the plane to a new hotel. Just touched down, you could never tell. A big house party with a crowded kitchen. People talk shh, but we don’t listen.” Colleen gets a devilish grin on her face as she wakes up.

“Tell me that I’m wrong, but I do what I please. Way too many people in the Addison Lee. Now I’m at the age when I know what I need. Oh, woah.”

“Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Baby you and me, stumbling in the street singing, singing, singing, singing Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Anywhere we go. Never say no.” Colleen starts dancing the way she did back on the beach as a smile spreads across my face. The girls join her, and go crazy to our music as if they’re hearing the song for the first time; still our biggest fans. “Just do it, do it, do it, do it.”

“Five foot something with the skinny jeans. Don’t look back, baby follow me.”

“I know know where I’m going, but I’m finding my way. Same old shh, but a different day.”

“Tell me that I’m wrong, but I do what I please. Way too many people in the Addison Lee. Now I’m at the age when I know what I need, Oh-Woah!”

“Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Baby you and me, stumbling in the street singing, singing, singing, singing Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Anywhere we go. Never say no. Just do it, do it, do it.” Andrea shocks us all when she comes out of nowhere with her guitar, and does this bit with Niall.

He almost forgets his words. “You and me and all our friends. I don’t care how my we spend, baby. This is what the night is for, oooh, woooah.”

“I know nothin’s makin’ sense. For tonight let’s just pretend; I don’t wanna stop so give me more-ore-ore-ore OWE!”

“Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Baby you and me, stumbling in the street singing, singing, singing, singing Midnight Memories. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Anywhere we go. Never say no. Just do it, do it, do it.” We pant after we finish up the song; not only from singing and running around the stage, but because of watching the girls.

I lick my lips as I stare at Colleen then walk over to her. “I fucking hate it when you do that,” I whisper in her ear causing her to giggle.

“I know you do,” she whispers back.

Angry Make Up Sex.

This is my very first time writing anything like this and I really hope it’s okay(: I had no idea how to make this anonymous so hope no one from school sees this! This is for the one who requested the make up sex with gifs, hope you like it. 

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"I’ll see you Monday," I smiled. 
"Yeah, Monday for coffee," Jacob nodded. 
"I’ll be there," I laughed as I walked towards the front door. 

I reached forward, grasping onto the door knob before pulling it open. 
"Niall?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?" I watched as the blonde’s eyes moved to glance behind me. 
"Who’s that?" He ignored my previous question. 
"That’s Jacob," I introduced. "Jacob, this is Niall."
"It’s nice to meet you," Jacob held out his hand. Niall kept his right hand firmly in his pocket, glaring at Jacob. "Right," Jacob laughed. "So Monday, don’t forget!" He said one last time, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out. 

"Why are you here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. 
"I came to talk to you, but I see you obviously moved on," he laughed. 
"What’s so funny?" 
"Nothing, nothing at all," Niall smiled as he walked into my house. "I just thought I knew you better," he shrugged, kicking the door closed behind him. 
"Excuse me?" 
"Well I just assumed you weren’t some slut who hooked up with a guy two days after a break up," Niall stared at me. "But I was wrong." 
"How dare-"
"I mean it took three whole months to get you to sleep with me!" He yelled. "I didn’t know after you lost your virginity you would become such a whore." 
"Niall what the hell is wrong with you!" I screamed. "How dare you say those things about me!" I pushed him back. "First of all, you broke up with me! You have no right to even be here right now!" I pushed him harder until he hit the door behind him. 

"I bet he was only here because you missed me," Niall scoffed. 
"Absolutely not!" I laughed. 
"Oh really?" Niall smirked. "Did he kiss you like this?" 

Before I could even blink, I was pushed against the wall as Niall’s lips attached to mine. 

I immediately gripped onto his shoulders, pulling him into me and deepening the kiss. My hands wrapped around his neck, running my fingers through his hair as we continued to kiss. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening my mouth, I allowed his tongue to roam my mouth as I did to his. 

"He was better," I pulled away breathlessly.

Niall growled, moving away from the wall as he pressed his lips back to mine. His hands ran down my sides, reaching down to my thighs and lifting me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to carry me to what I could only assume to be the bedroom. 

I knew damn well what was about to happen and I wasn’t even going to try and stop it. Niall may have only broken up with me two days ago, but I missed him. I missed his touch, his kiss, his competitiveness. 

"I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not even going to remember that twat’s name," Niall smirked as he placed me onto my feet. I reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it off before speaking. 
"Yeah, we’ll see," I scoffed.

Niall’s smirk only grew as he pushed me back onto the bed. 

A cocky smile grew on my lips as he began to crawl over my body, dipping his head to meet his lips with mine once more. I sighed in content as he started to grind his lower half against mine, my body automatically moving against his as I felt the bulge begin to form in against his jeans.

A small whimper escaped my lips as his fingers slipped into the band of my shorts, stroking against my covered heat. “I know he didn’t make you this wet,” he growled in my ear. “You’re soaking through your panties, babe.” 

"I was thinking about Jacob," I smiled.

"You lying little slut," Niall’s teeth grazed my neck. His hands reached the bottom of my shirt, ripping the buttons off as he pulled it open. "Tell Jacob he owes you a new shirt," Niall smirked. I pulled the remains of my shirt off of my body, along with my bra, before staring up at Niall. "I will on Monday," I said. 

"You’re not even going to remember who he is in about ten minutes babe," Niall huskily whispered above me. 

His lips began to trail down my neck, over my chest and down my stomach, causing goose bumps to raise. I placed my hands over my mouth so quiet the moan that was about to escape. Niall’s eyes continued to watch me, his lips traveling down to my covered heat.
"Let me hear you," Niall pulled my arms away. His lips attached to my covered folds, licking me over my panties as his eyes bore into mine.

"Niall," I whispered. 
"Hmm?" He hummed against me. 
"Stop teasing me you ass," I groaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

He pulled away. Pulling the only clothing I had left off of me, leaving me bare in front of him. “God you’re beautiful,” he whispered to himself. A proud smile was glued onto his lips as he stared down at me. 

Niall stepped onto the floor, gripping onto my legs and pulling me towards him. “I’m going to make you feel so good baby,” he whispered. His lips began to leave kisses across my inner thighs, before landing onto me. Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he began to lick over my slit. “Niall,” I whispered. I pushed my hands through his hair, pushing his head closer to me as I bucked my hips towards his tongue. 

I felt the warmness begin to build in the pit of my stomach, my climax building as Niall continued. “Oh god Niall!” I moaned, my back arching as I knew I was close. I pulled my hands away from Niall’s hair, covering my mouth as I began to orgasm. 

"Niall!" I shrieked against my hands. My body began to shake, my legs pulling away from Niall in an attempt to close. 

"We’re not done yet," Niall pushed them apart. 

He crawled above me, pressing his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. 
He pulled away, taking off his pants and boxers in one swift movement. His lips landed on top of mine again, kissing me roughly yet passionately at the same time. His lips danced down my neck before finding their way to my breasts. 

He began to massage my breast, my nipples growing hard before he placed his lips over them. I reached down, wrapping my hands around Niall’s thick cock, pumping it a few times as he moaned. 
"Fuck," he groaned. 

I flipped us over, straddling his hips before kissing him. I pushed his penis down, slowly gliding him across my slit as I continued to kiss down his chest. 

"Fuck, y/n." I bit his neck lightly, sucking on his sweet spot. 

I sat up straight, lining my self up with him, before slamming down.
"Oh fuck!" Both of us moaned as I continued to ride him. 

"God I missed your cock," I moaned more to myself. 
"Remember that," Niall groaned. "No one-no one can please you like I can," he spoke breathlessly. 
"Mhmm," I nodded. 

I was quickly flipped onto my back, Niall now hovering over me. 
"No one," he emphasized. "No one can fuck you this well," he slammed into me. 

"Niall!" I shrieked as he began to his my g-spot with each thrust. 
"No one can make you scream that loud!" He yelled. 

I watched as the bead of sweat began to form on his forehead.

I scraped my nails down his back, feeling the sensation begin to build again. 

"Niall," I moaned. 

His thrusting began to get sloppy, his moans began to get louder. 
"Niall," I breathed. "Fuck Niall." 
"Come, y/n," Niall whispered in my ear. "Fuck," he groaned. 

His head dipped down, resting in the crook of my neck.
I began to pulsate around his cock, my breathing becoming erratic as I moaned his name repeatedly.  

"Shit, y/n," Niall moaned and with one final thrust, I felt him fill up inside me.

"God I missed you," Niall laughed breathlessly as he collapsed next to me.
"I missed you too," I smiled. 

His arm wrapped around me, pulling me into him as he held me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. 
"I love you too," I kissed his chest. 

"Oh and Ni?" I smiled. 
"Hmm?" 
"Jacob’s my cousin." 
"Of course he is," Niall laughed. His lips pressed against mine one last time before we both fell quickly asleep.


Personal Experience: Chapter Thirty-Seven

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

It’s the album release party tonight; another formal event with lots of flashing lights, paparazzi and a press conference. I can tell Colleen is nervous, but I think that’s really just an understatement. She has to walk the red carpet with me tonight; the first time we’ll be at a big advent as husband and wife. Tonight, Colleen and I arrive in my black Ferrari F1 California. I help her out of my amazing sports car since she’s wearing a ball gown; an emerald green off-shoulder evening dress, and from what I heard, it took her a while to find the perfect dress for tonight, and it was well worth it. It’s her favorite color, shows her breast well without revealing too much, and it poofs out at a perfect width. I smile at her reassuringly as she takes my hand. The guys and I wanted this to be big; so we’re all dressed up. The other girls are also in extravagant ball gowns while the guys are all in tuxes. Go big or go home we all joked.

As the flashes go off around us Colleen’s grip on me tightens; this will take a long time for her to get used to. My hand never leaves her waist as we walk along the red carpet into the venue. I can tell she has many thoughts going through her head. Most likely the same as mine. What if they ask me about her and her past? What if they ask us why the last tour was cancelled? “It’s alright, Love. You know I won’t let them hurt you,” I say kissing her head.

Eleanor, Perrie, Nicole, Andrea and Colleen sit at the closest table to the stage for the press conference. The rest of the building is filled with a lot of security, some lucky fans who won tickets or who could afford them because the guys and I wanted to make it up to the fans.

We finally announce that we’re going on a farewell tour; “This Is It.” The girls like to joke it’s a bit of irony after our movie came out a few years ago. A huge commotion breaks out when I make the announcement.

“Can you tell us why this will be your last tour?!” one of the paparazzi yells over the gasps throughout the crowd.

“Well, we’ve been doing this for ten years now,” Liam answers calmly. “We would like to settle down with our wives. Myself and the rest of the guys will still be heavily involved with music, productions and record deals, but behind the scenes.”

“Does the fact that you are married now have any influence on your decision?” another asks.

“Yes, Liam just said that,” Louis answers. “But we can assure you that the group of lovely ladies in our lives is our support system, and they will support us in whichever way we chose.”

“Niall, your wife-“

Niall immediately cuts them off, “Andrea.”

“Very well then. Andrea, is older than you. Did she influence you at all to go with this decision the band has just announced?”

“First off, I don’t see what our wives personal lives or ages have to do with our final concert dates. Everyone already knows she is older than me. Next question?” Niall answers very pissed off.

“So cancelling the last concert, a three month vacation in Fiji and indefinite stays in Ireland had nothing to do with any of the girls lives?”

“Look, this party is to promote our new album and tour. All we hope is that the fans enjoy the new album as much as we enjoyed recording it,” I change the subject. “We have big things planned for this tour. This is our way of thanking our fans for their loyalty through the years.” I’m pissed as well.

 

The rest of the night is full of giggles, drunkenness and dancing. A lot of dancing. Colleen has opened back up more, so she’s having a little fun while on the dance floor with me. Given her dress, she’s still able to get a good reaction out of me. Even with the paps around, I don’t care what they say at this point; we’re husband and wife, and we can do what we want.

“You ready to go?” I ask Colleen around midnight.

“Yea,” she smiles. My car is brought around us, so we head home.

Once home Colleen heads straight for our room with my guess being to get out of her dress. I stare at her as she sways her hips over to the bathroom; but before she gets too far I place my hands on her shoulders. I turn her around to look into her eyes, and she stares right back; all I can see is love.

“No bra?” I question after unzipping her dress; I dance my fingertips along the skin of her back.

“No room,” she chuckles.

I gently place my lips on hers; them molding perfectly together like always. Every time we kiss I still get butterflies in my stomach; as wimpy as that sounds for a man. I smile as I begin to walk us over to the bed; her bed. I pull apart causing her to whimper. “What? We can’t do this while I still have my tux on, now can we?” I wink.

“I guess not,” she giggles.

Once I’m undressed down to my boxers I pull her tightly against me. I stare at her hungrily with a bit of want. We take turns sliding each other’s underwear off; then I pick her up and spin her around before we plop onto the bed. She presses her lips back against mine; a feeling that is completely indescribable to me. I place one hand on her breast and knead it while putting the other on her hip. As if routinely, I reach for the bedside table taking a condom from the drawer. I let her roll it on. “I’ve always liked when you do that,” I say pulling her hair out from the clip. I line myself up with her entrance, but tease a bit before entering her; this causing her to moan.

Once in I rock my hips into hers moaning her name; so she smiles at me. We stare into each other’s eyes. Colleen pulls me by my shoulders back down to her, and attacks my neck. She sucks on it in a slow way that I never knew could turn me on; I increase my speed.

"Harry," she breathes out releasing her grip from me. I drop my head into the crook of her neck, and when I pull back I smile at her then place my head between her breast, and kiss slowly back up to her neck. Once I reach her neck I find her sweet spot between her jawline and neck. I move my lips back to hers, and slip my tongue in when she moans again; closing her eyes.

"Keep your eyes open, love, I want to see them when you come," I tell her as she gets closer to her climax. She keeps them open while I thrust my hips into hers; slow and deep. My name once again rolls off her lips, so I kiss them, and Colleen kisses me back with passion. It’s a wonderful feeling when we make love. She means absolutely everything to me; an unconditional love between the two of us.

I feel her tightening around me, but I want us to come together, so I place my hand on my shaft, and start to pump faster. I moan out her name right before we come. She is panting heavily while I hold myself above her. I pull out, but continue to hold myself above her; looking deeply into her eyes. I kiss her forehead, and then fall next to her.

"I love you, Colleen," I breathe.

"I love you too, Harry," she says, "You are my everything."

I laugh, “I was just thinking the same thing,” I smile then kiss her once more. The two of us cuddle chest to chest not saying anything. Our arms are wrapped around each other as a few kisses are passed between us before we decide to go again.

“Can we try something different, Harry?” Colleen asks.

“Like what?” I respond confused.

“I don’t know… Like maybe a different position?” I look down to see her blushing.

“What did you have in mind?”

She stays quiet; so I patiently wait for her to answers. “Wha-what if I try top?”

I chuckle pulling her closer to me; not thinking we could get any closer, “I wouldn’t mine.”

“Will you guide me?”

“Of course,” I take her lips into mine. Before I pull Colleen on top of me I put on another condom. Keeping my hands on her waist I guide her down onto me. We both moan still sensitive from a little while ago. The pleasure is still as great as ever.

“Ah,” she groans.

“Just roll your hips like you did back on the dance floor,” I wink at her. Colleen listens; beginning to rock her hips. “You can also move up and down.” I hold tightly onto her waist helping her slide on and off. I leave one hand on her hips and slide the other one up to her chest. I look at her to make sure it’s still alright; she nods her head. I wrap my hand around her breast as she continues to move. I remember the first time we grinded together, and I was in complete shock never knowing a girl who could move like her.

“Ha-Harry,” my name rolls off of her lips. Colleen’s hands fall onto my chest as she tries to hold herself up.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan. I start to thrust upward into her; making her feel as good as she is making me feel. “Oh my God,” I groan. I lift her up then slam her back down.

“Ah!” Colleen’s groan is a little louder. She’s getting the hang of it when she nearly pulls off the whole way then comes back down harder than before. Her nails dig into my skin as she starts to move faster. Her hips move perfectly against mine; grinding harder than before. I honestly can’t believe this is happening. I thought it would have taken her a lot longer to get the feel for this. Not being able to just stare at her any longer I sit up pressing my lips against hers. I slide my hands to her bum squeezing it. “Fuck,” she swears making me laugh against her lips.

“I love this feeling,” I pant as we continue to move our hips together. “The feeling of being in you.” She groans wiggling her hips. I slide my lips to her neck adding another hickey. She wraps her hands around my shoulders before she bites into my neck. “You just looove to make it easy for the guys to rag on me, don’t you?” I say against her skin; Colleen only giggles. I begin to twitch inside her knowing she isn’t close yet. I moan her name loudly as I orgasm.

Before she gets the chance to get off I roll her onto her back so that I’m on top again. I thrust into her harder than before so I can get her to her climax. “Ha- Oh, Harry.” I press my thumb to her clit getting a louder moan from her. I feel her tighten around me.

“Let it go,” I whisper in her ear, and she does. Our bedroom is filled with our loud pants. “God, I love you so much,” I kiss her.

“I love you too,” she laughs while pushing the hair out of my face. I roll off of her then discard of this condom.

“Never expected that from you,” I breathe heavily. Colleen doesn’t say anything; she looks like she’s about to fall asleep. “Hey, let’s get a shower before you fall asleep,” I laugh.

“I don’t want to move,” she whines.

“Come on,” I chuckle again lifting her up bridal style from the bed. Colleen leans against me as we stand in the shower together; the water cascading over our bodies. We stay in the shower for as long as possible before she falls asleep. “Pjs or none?” I ask after we step back into the bedroom.

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbles. I shake my head smiling to myself as I pull out one of my shirts and a pair of her underwear. As soon as she’s dressed she hits the bed, my bed, and falls sound asleep. I crawl in on my side pulling her close to me as possible before I fall asleep nuzzling into her neck.

Personal Experience: Chapter Thirty-Six

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

Time has gone by so quick, and the honeymoon was amazing. Harry had me pampered with couples massages and wraps in a private suite. My skin and muscles have never felt better. Even though we only had sex twice, we were still being mischievous around the island. I couldn’t be any happier knowing I had married the love of my life. Even though it took three or four years for it to happen, anyone could tell that Harry and I are happy; and everyone else too.

Despite all the obstacles we have faced, as a group, this year, we made it through it all. As soon as we get back to our house after our daily stroll through the park Harry’s phone begins to ring. “Hello?” he puts it on speaker.“ANDREA IS GRADUATING!” he yells through the phone like a proud father.

Andrea has been studying to become a Certified Crime Scene Investigator when she met Niall. She had to skip a few months when she went on tour for a bit, and only after the incident with Jack and after their marriage did she start studying full time again. She has been waiting so long for this, and I’m thrilled for her.

We were all invited to the graduations, but only Louis, Eleanor, Niall, Harry me and Maura can make it to her Graduation at the British Academy of Forensic Science. Unfortunately, Andrea’s parents can’t make it along with Perrie, Zayn, Nicole and Liam.

“I am so proud of you,” I congratulate Andrea.

“Always knew you were a nerd,” Harry teases.

“Be careful Harry,” Andrea retorts, “I can hurt you, or kill you, and make it look like Barney did it.” Harry steps behind me.

“There she is,” Maura comes over to hug Andrea.

“Maura, so nice to see you! I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too, dear. Chris, Greg, Denise and Theo send their love; and they wish they were here.”

“Thank you,” Andrea smiles.

“Tell me dear, how’s that son of mine treating you?”

“Mom, do you ever wonder how she treats me?!” Niall teases.

“Sweetie, how could anyone ever treat you badly?” Maura jokes causing us all to laugh. Of course the paparazzi just had to be here; just like at my wedding. They still cause me to freak a little and hold onto Harry’s hand even tighter.

“Love, they will always be around; nothing we can do about it,” Harry says comforting me after he feels me tense up. I loosen my grip wishing that it would all just go away.

“So now that you are a Certified Crime Scene Investigator, I thought you might like this,” Louis says as he gives Andrea a velvet box. As she opens it she smiles when she see the Ray-Ban Aviator Classic Sunglasses.

“Ha, ha. Very funny you two,” Andrea says as she hugs them.”

“That way you can do that dramatic ‘this is a crime scene’ pose,” Louis chuckles.

“We’re so proud of you,” Eleanor smiles.

“I couldn’t be any more proud of her. It wasn’t easy; late night studying, the arguments and frustration finally paid off. I’m proud of you, Princess. I mean it,” Niall says as he pulls Andrea in for a kiss.

“Oh stop it, you two,” Louis pretends to be disgusted. As the ceremony stars all of us take seats in the third row so we don’t strain our necks. Niall acts as if it’s his child graduating kindergarten. Harry and I laugh at him trying to calm him down. Andrea stands on stage laughing more than ever because Niall keeps pulling funny faces at her; which she occasionally returns. I end up hitting him in the back of the head a few times. After about thirty minutes they call Andrea’s name.

“Graduating from the British Academy of Forensic Science,” says the head professor, “Is Andrea Samantha Horan on the levels of three, CCSI, level six, CCSA and a degree in Forensic Anthropology.” Niall jumps out of his chair cheering causing Maura and myself to jump a bit; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this proud in his life. Flashes begin to go off after Niall screams; which scares the audience. We were found by the paps even in the dark. I knew they were here, but I can’t believe they were allowed in here! It pisses us all off; who gives them the right to invade our privacy? Stealing pictures of our special events. I try my hardest to ignore them focusing on Andrea; she looks so beautiful in her dress; something she rarely wears. I think it’s only the third time I’ve ever seen her in a dress.

“Excuse me,” we all hear a young voice coming from behind Louis, “Mind if we take some pictures?” It’s a couple of younger girls.

“Of course not; it’s a special day for us after all,” Louis answers; sarcasm clearly being heard. Andrea, Eleanor, Maura and I all step back laughing because of how Louis reacts anymore.

“Andrea!” we hear being yelled across the room. “You never told me you were married to a pop star. I’m hurt; after all our mishaps in the lab and being lab partners for so long!” a dark haired guy laughs with Andrea. (The guy looks like Greg Saunders from CSI). He joins our group then throws his arms around Andrea. She freezes rolling her eyes. He seems like he’s drunk.

“Uh, Josh, hi, this is Colleen, Eleanor and my mother-in-law, Maura,” she introduces us stepping away from him.

“Hi,” we all greet him together; not impressed.

“Ah, the lovely Mrs. Styles and Mrs. Tomlinson. I’ve read so much about you two ladies. Mrs. Horan, can I just say your son is one lucky man? No wonder Andrea never fell for my charm,” he laughs. “She was married all this time, but I never noticed the ring? Why didn’t you mention this? And that you would be bringing them here? My lab partner is married to a pop star, who would have guessed? The stories I could have shared!”

“It’s kind of hard not to notice a ring like this,” Eleanor takes Andrea’s left hand showing it to Josh; clearly annoyed.

“And what if she told you? A juicy story to sell, wouldn’t it be?” I snap annoyed at him and the paparazzi.

“Calm down girls,” Maura tries to speak.

“This is where you run along and go play with your lab toys,” Andrea says sarcastically shooing him.

Later this evening, we go out to dinner to celebrate at La Chapelle; and at the celebration dinner the guys share some news with us; they will be announcing a farewell tour where they’ll sing all of their greatest hits. A tour taking them around the world. And we all get to travel with them; Eleanor, Nicole, Andrea, Perrie and myself.

“What made you guys decide this?”

“I guess it’s just that there’s stuff we still want to do,” says Harry, “I’m still going to be involved with music, always. But behind the scenes. I think it’s time to call it a day while we still can.

“Same here,” Niall says, “I will write songs and produce music. But I also think it is time. Since Andrea and I got married, we hardly have time together with her studies and us finishing up that last tour was hard. I don’t want me children growing up too scared to go outside.

“Besides, Niall and I already bought a property five miles outside of Mullingar” Andrea shocks us all.

“What? You two are leaving us?” I ask upset.

“No one said anything about leaving. We’re keeping the loft in London, but when A and I start a family, we’ll be sure to move to Ireland.”

“Listen to you two being all grown up,” Liam teases, “Marriage sure has its perks.”

 

For the next few days the girls and I decide to take some time out of our schedules to catch up while the guys are busy recording their last album for now. Perrie will still be continuing as a girl group member while the rest of us career women focus on ours. I even got back to working at the kennel. I missed it so much; and it was great to know my employees missed me. We all missed hanging out with our husbands, and now is the time to do it.

Tonight is the night before the album release party, so everyone is over for dinner and mine and Harry’s house. I go to the store to some stuff for the evening. But a few magazines have pulled my attention away from shopping. They’re covered with my wedding pictures and Andrea’s graduation. I shake my head knowing this will never end. I put both into my basket before I check out. The one with my wedding pictures even has an article claiming that my personal issues got in the way of the last tour; I don’t even know how that was figured out. If it’s even the real one. The other one has Andrea’s graduation and wedding pictures on the cover insinuating that Andrea forced Niall into marriage. I head straight home once I get in my car.

It’s around six pm when, as usual, Niall and Andrea arrive first; still as crazy in love as the last time I saw them. After Nicole and Liam arrive the rest are shortly to follow. The guys are outside on the patio while the girls and I sit around the kitchen table; full glasses of wine in our hands. We chat up a storm like always; sharing secrets and of course teasing each other like sisters. They’ve all become my sister in the last couple of years, and we definitely have a close bond with each other. Every single one of them brings their own uniqueness to the friendships we share.

Perrie and I are definitely the backbone of the group. We take on the guys if it’s needed. Eleanor is the beauty with the brains; not that I’m saying that the other girls don’t have brains. Andrea was the supportive hippie; always putting others need in front of her own. She believes everyone has good in them. Stubborn at times and strong willed. A lover, not a fighter. Mention Larry and she is ready to go to war. El has always had a logical way of doing things, and she sure knows how to handle Louis. If I didn’t have Eleanor by me I don’t know how I would have made it through this summer. I know I have the other girls, but Eleanor really share something special. Nicole is a sweetheart; I’ve never really seen her weak. Even with the drama that happens between her and the fans.

“I’ve got something to show you girls,” I say as I go to get the magazines.

“Colleen,” El whines, “I thought we talked about this? I thought you weren’t going to let the gossip upset you?” she grabs them from me.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but I had to share it.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit,” Perrie yells as she reads the article about me.

“Andrea, how dare you force our sweet Niall into marriage,” Eleanor teases as she holds the magazine for us all to see.”

“I don’t know El. Guess I was so insecure, and just wanted to get my hands on his fortune. Makes sense to force him,” she laughs.

“What’s going on in here?” Harry speaks as the rest of the guys stand behind him with concern looks on their faces.

“Girls, I thought we talked about this?” Louis says as he and Zayn take the magazines from us. Niall, Harry and Liam look at us shaking their heads while we all slump into our seats. Other than the magazines, the rest of the night goes well. Jokes and a lot of stories to share with a lot of laughter.

Personal Experience: Chapter Thirty-Five

A/N: It’s an exciting chapter, everyone ;)

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

Through the drive I hold onto Colleen wondering what could possibly be in the bag. I have a good idea though. After we board the plane Colleen asks, “Where are we going, Harry?”

I figure I should tell her before the flight attendants say it. I laugh, “We are headed to Greece. The Mystique Resort Santorini.”

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“Then you’re in for a great time,” I smile kissing the back of her hand. The flight from JFK to Santorini feels like an entire day; that’s why I wanted to leave right after the reception. Colleen and I fall asleep around the same time; our fingers intertwined.

I wake up to the sound of the flight attendant saying, “Attention ladies and gentlemen we are reaching our destination; the plain will be landing in about twenty minutes. Please return your seats to the upright position and fasten your seatbelts.” I gently wake Colleen telling her we’re almost here.

It’s now near three am here, and since we’re going to be jet lagged for a while, I booked us a two week trip, and when we’re done here we’ll be heading back to London. A car is waiting for us once we exit the plane, and even though Colleen is tired I can tell how excited she is. She becomes even more tired after the drive. I hold her up as we walk into the hotel, “Styles,” I tell the front desk.

“Yes, here we are. A Spiritual suit; two keys for the room and one for the minibar.”

“Thank you,” I smile. “Can you make it to the room, Love?” I ask Colleen.

“I’ll try,” she smiles. The room is amazing. http://www.mystique.gr/spiritual.html “It’s so beautiful here,” Colleen whispers.

“Still not as beautiful as you.”

“Still a cliché.” As usual, no matter how tired she is, Collen heads to the terrace, and she is taken aback. “Gosh, this is gorgeous.”

I wrap my arms around her from behind kissing the top of her head. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmk,” she hums.

I pull back the sheets before the two of us hop into the bed. I pull Colleen into me taking in the familiar scent of her body, “Goodnight, Mrs. Styles.”

“That’s going to take some time getting used to,” she giggles. “Goodnight, Mr. Styles.” I kiss the back of her head before falling into a deep sleep.

After we wake up we head to the Charisma Restaurant that is hosted by the hotel. Then we head out to the Archaeological Museum located in the center of Fira. The museum gives you an idea of different eras of development of the island. It’s a beautiful collection of red and black vases from 5 B.C. The museum has many items, products, Minoan impressives, murals and sculpture of the Hellenistic period. Byzantine works of art and even some remains of prehistoric times. These items have survived the era of Geometric and Hellenistic periods.

Colleen’s eyes light up just like they did when we toured the castles of England and Cathedrals of Germany. I take her hand in mine then smile at her when she looks at me. “You always know how to impress a girl.”

“Anything for you, Love,” I kiss her. “Come on, there’s a tour I want to go on.” We’re guided throughout the museum learning different things. Pure joy emits off of Colleen. I remember the way she used to tell me about her art projects from high school and college. She wasn’t a serious artist, but her work is amazing; many paintings of dogs hang in her dog kennel. Pit Bulls, Cocker Spaniels, Pugs. Pit Bulls. Mostly Pit Bulls. She’s like a child when it comes to art.

Our next stop is the Mnemossyne Artist House In Oia, Greece. It’s a house where you can find a unique variety of fine art, photography and jewelry. Most of the pieces in here are handmade by local artists. The gallery has a harmonic atmosphere in an elegant cave house located a few steps before the famous sunset spot in Oia. So naturally we watch the sunset off the coast of the island of Greece.

We leisurely make our way back to the hotel; her hand on my leg as her thumb lazily runs over the jeans that cover my leg with just enough pressure to relax me. Once back to the hotel I carry Colleen piggyback to our room. She messing with my arms as we get closer; making it difficult to open the door. “Hey, hey!” I laugh. Another giggle escapes her lips. “Come on, come on now, do you want to get into the room or not?”

“Yea,” she laughs. She hops down from my back. “Come and get me,” she winks before running through the room.

“Oh, so we’re playing now, are we?” She laughs again. I get her cornered in the bedroom. “Gotcha,” I smile taking her lips in mine. Her hands wrap around my neck and her legs around my waist. I stumble backwards to the bed falling with her landing on top of me. “So, what do you think so far, Mrs. Styles?”

“It’s wonderful.” We make out more with our hands roaming each others body. This is the night we planned for. The night I have honestly been waiting for. I slide my hands to the front of her shorts slowly unbuttoning them. And there’s no hesitation in my actions. She unbuttons my top in a slow gesture. It’s almost as everything is in slow motion; lips moving perfectly in synchronization.

I’m confused as she slides off of me and begins to strip; something I never thought she would do. I take her waist in my hands, and pull her in between my legs once she’s fully naked. I first place my lips on her neck since that’s her favorite place to be kissed. I lower them to her chest then her stomach. I slowly run my nose between her perfect breast sending chills down her body. I found that she’s not very found of her nipples being sucked, so instead I leave a hickey at the top of her left breast. Once my mark is left I say, “You’re so beautiful, Colleen.” She finishes ridding me of my shirt by pushing it off of my shoulders. Once our clothing is gone she hops back onto the bed in a playful manner. I pull us under the covers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Colleen smiles. I roll a condom on then pull out the bottle of lubricant. “What’s that for?”

“You may write about sex, but you seemed to have forgotten that you’re still a virgin. We might need this.”

“Oh,” she laughs.

I squeeze the lube into my hand then rub it over my cock. “You ready?” I ask when I’m done, and she nods. “Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiles.

I stare into her eyes as I enter her; feeling she’s a little tight. Colleen digs her nails into my shoulders. Her hair cascades over the pillow, and she looks absolutely amazing laying under me like this. Her face tenses up, so I stop and wait a couple minutes. I go in further, “It’ll be okay, Love,” I reassure her kissing her cheeks. I take her lips in mine as I fill her up more.

“O-okay,” she breathes against my lips. I gently roll my hips into hers keeping myself propped on my elbows by her head. I place my face in the crook of her neck; biting and sucking at it. The room begins to be filled with moans as she gets used to the feeling.

“Co- Oh fuck, Colleen,” I breathe into her neck.

“H-Harry,” she moans. I press my lips to hers; swiping my tongue against her bottom lip. She parts like usual and allows me to slip my tongue inside her mouth. She fights for dominance as I expected her to. I smile into the kiss as I continue to rock my hips against hers.

I remove my mouth from hers trailing kisses from her jaw to her neck. I kiss her skin slowly before I begin to suck on her neck once more. Another moans leaves her mouth; a low, “Fuck.” I laugh knowing she doesn’t swear that much. I begin to grunt as I pick up the pace a little bit more. I lower my head between her breast then suck at the skin atop of her left one again earning another moan. I love seeing her like this.

I can feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. “Give… Give me a few more… Few more… Minutes,” she gasps. “Ah, fuck,” she swears again. I place my hand in-between us, and push my fingers against her clit since I can’t last much longer. Colleen’s hands slide to my biceps; digging her nails into the skin there. She starts to tighten around me; closing her eyes, “Open your eyes. I want to stare into them when you orgasm, Love.” She opens her eyes right before we both finally orgasming. At the same time. I slow down my thrust as we come down from our highs. I stare into her eyes smiling; never feeling any better. She takes my lips into hers before I pull out.

I discard the condom as we catch our breaths. Once back on the bed I pull her into my arms, and she places her head on my chest; drawing random shapes on my stomach. I mindlessly run my thumbs over her arms. I look at my arms to see what the damage report is. “Fuck, Colleen, your nails are sharp,” I laugh. “The guys aren’t going to let me live this one down.”

Colleen giggles against my chest, “Sorry.” I don’t have to see her face to know she’s blushing.

“Nothing to be sorry about, Love.” I squeeze her to me. I hear the familiar deep sigh come from her lips knowing she’s about to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Love.”

“Goodnight, Harry,” she mumbles. I can’t believe I finally got to do this with her. Something I have been waiting to do for the longest time. The covers fell as we made love, and I haven’t pulled them back up. I just stare at her naked body; it’s everything I imagined and more. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen her fully naked; no bra on. After another hour of admiring her body and continuously replaying our first time, I finally begin to fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up with empty arms hearing the shower running. I slowly get out of the bed to make my way to the bathroom. Colleen is humming lowly when I enter the bathroom. She smiles at me as I enter the shower with her. We don’t make anything sexual about this; just my arms wrapped around her making out here and there.

Today we decide to relax by the pool. There aren’t many people sharing the pool with us, so Colleen immediately gets in. Like always, she is wearing one of her superhero bikinis; this time Supergirl. It’s not a very big pool, but it is nice. We swim around trying not to disturb the other guest. Giggles occasionally escape her lips while we joke around.

It’s our final night here in Santorini, so we share the shower once more. She’s not sore anymore, and she said she wants to go again since it is our honeymoon. I peck her lips a few times and graze my nose against hers. My hands touch almost every inch of her body; never getting enough of it. I leave my hands on her waist; rubbing my thumbs over her pelvic bones, and she giggles. I stare into her eyes as I move my hand in-between her legs. She wiggles a bit at my touch; a smile spreading across her lips.

I slowly move my fingers against her heat; applying a bit more pressure each time I reach her clit. I love the sound of her moans, “Ah.” I push one finger in her since she’s still tight. I can tell it’s not as much pain as it was only over a week ago. I add another finger to stretch her out more.

“You ready?” I ask searching her eyes for a no.

“I am,” she smiles.

I pull my fingers from her; licking them clean like always. I step closer to her so our bodies are pressed tightly against one another. I line myself up at her entrance then slowly push in. Colleen groans. I wait until she tells me I can move. I thrust slow and deep into her; wanting to feel every bit of her. She connects our lips when I place my hands on either side of her head. “Jump,” I say. She listens wrapping her legs around my waist; and I put one hand under her bum to hold her up. This makes it easier for me to thrust into her.

“Faster,” she breaths. I obey. I love that we can finally do this. Whether our love is known through words or physical attraction, this is what it’s all about. It’s more exhilarating this time. Colleen pulls our lips apart then places them on my neck; kissing her way to my collarbone. She lightly bites into it before sucking at the skin.

“You really don’t want me to live this down,” I laugh.

“Sorry,” she laughs pulling away from my skin.

It takes her a longer time to orgasm again, so I push on her clit once again. She groans against my chest as our highs hit. After pulling out she releases her legs from my waist. Except, she can’t hold herself up. I hold her as I wash away the smell of sex laughing; placing loving kisses against her lips. She stares back into my eyes as I rest my forehead against hers.

“Can you walk?”

“I’ll try,” she laughs. I let go of her, but she still stumbles. Colleen sits down on the shower seat while I grab our towels. I wrap one around my waist after drying myself off then wrap one around her body before carrying her to the bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore.”

“It’ll go away. Eventually.”

“Ha, ha.”

I go to grab her pjs when I stumble across the bag I asked her about when we left for the airport. “What’s this?” I turn to her.

“Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that,” she chuckles.

I open the bag to see what’s inside and pull out a black polka dot lingerie set. “You forgot about this?” I ask a little shocked.

“I guess I got caught up in the fun.”

“Will you wear it?”

“For you?” I nod my head. “Of course.” She stands up from the bed taking the clothing from my hands. She drops her towel from her body then slips into her new set.

“You look so sexy in that,” I pull her towards me by her waist. “When did you get this?”

“The girls gave it to me at the reception.”

“I can’t believe you forgot about this. I love it when you wear lingerie.”

“I know you do.” I kiss her pulling her as tight as possible against me. After putting on a pair of my briefs we get into bed; enjoying our last night together. Alone.

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