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ink & innocence - 27

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Aspen sat on the bathroom counter, her feet tucked into sink as she leaned forward towards the mirror to work on the precise line of her eyeliner. The black pencil glided over her eye lid with ease, her pinky nail swiping under and outwards to form the sharp wing. She sat back and blinked a bit as she flickered her eyes between both wings before smiling contently and starting on her bottom waterline.

"I can't believe you're going to this party," Isobel said in between singing the lyrics to the song, glancing at her friend through her vanity mirror. Aspen only shrugged, capping the liner and tossing the pencil into her purse before reaching to grab her blush palette and brush.

"I think it will be fun. Harry wants to go, I can tell he does. He hasn't seen Louis or Liam in a while, so I figured why not go? I didn't want to be home alone anyways."

Isobel nodded, rummaging through her makeup bag. "I get it. Did you hear Kirsten was going?"

It was an innocent question, but Aspen sucked in a small breath before popping open the palette and dabbing her brush into it.

"Yeah, but it's a big party. If I see her, I see her. If I don't, then fabulous."

Her roomate grinned, turning over her shoulder to look at Aspen in the bathroom mirror.

"Look at you, Asp. All big and mature now, eh?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed, dusting the red across her cheeks before tossing that into the makeup bag.

Aspen climbed off the counter, cleaning up whatever remnants of her brushes and palettes she had. "Do you know what you're gonna wear? It's a bit warm tonight, and I have a feeling Louis doesn't go easy on people for a party."

Isobel laughed and capped her mascara, rummaging through the pile next to her before holding up a top. "Maybe this pink tank and a skirt? You should wear one too, you know. Get all sexy," She wiggled her brows at Aspen through the mirror before they both broke out into a giggle.

The small girl padded her feet back into her room where Isobel was and rummaged through her closet, deciding on a white puff sleeve top with a lower cut, flaring at the ends, and a denim pleated skirt that had two rows of light ruffles.

She wasn't sure if she got the hang of party outfits yet, but a complaint was never uttered from Harry or Isobel. If it got cold, she'd steal the flannel off Harry's back, knowing he was bound to wear one tonight.

Aspen set the clothes on her bed, catching a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that sat in the corner of her room. She hummed softly, adjusting the band of her shorts around her waist when Isobel quipped up.

"You know, you should send Harry a little photo of yourself. Even in your pajamas, you look hot."

"Iz!"

"What!," She cackled, "I'm only being honest. Men love that stuff. Especially when theres a little skin showing. Makes Zayn crazy."

Aspen scrunched her nose at the last comment. "Alright, I didn't need to know that."

Despite the banter, Aspen glanced back over her shoulder to Isobel. She was nose deep in the mirror as she focused on her mirror and the music. She took a small breath and pulled her phone off the bed, sliding it to the camera app.

She checked the time, only being 1:30. "We've got an hour to finish and meet them, Iz."

Isobel made a sound of acknowledgement, and Aspen could hear how she began to rush a bit. The plan was to meet up with the boys at the mall to grab a bite to eat and the Uber from there to Louis' house. Quite frankly, the girls had been starving and Aspen insisted for Isobel to eat before she drank tonight.

She took another breath and huffed to herself and her annoying inner thoughts, lifting and tilting her phone. Aspen snapped a few photos of herself. Sure, she didn't know a thing about how to send photos or what was favored, but she knew how to be pretty.

The girl swiped through a few photos before she stumbled on the one she deemed decent. She bit back a small smile, her teeth hooking onto her bottom lip as she analyzed the photo. With a satisfied hum, deciding it wasn't too out of her comfort zone, she opened up her messages and clicked on his name.

The girl scrunched her nose and smiled to herself, double tapping the message to heart it.

"I sent one," She told Isobel. That grabbed her attention as she whipped her head around and made grabby hands.

"Lemme see!"

Aspen narrowed her eyes at her friend before chucking the phone in her direction as she grabbed her clothes. "Don't snoop, Iz."

Her friend grinned like an idiot as she picked up the phone while Aspen made her way to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Fucking hell," Isobel mocked in a deep British accent, snickering. "I'm surprised he didn't 'bloody hell' you!"

"Isobel!" Aspen huffed, stomping her foot slightly. "What happened to no snooping?"

Her roommate only mocked her back before returning back to her makeup in the mirror. "He's got a point, though. You're absolutely stunningly sexy."

The girl rolled her eyes, adjusting the skirt around her waist before tugging the white top over her chest. She scooped her hair out and shook her loose waves out, grabbing a deep maroon bow clip and half upping her hair.

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Does to, and he's gonna absolutely eat you up tonight. I can say the same about Zayn with me," Isobel smirked and laughed.

"Gross, Iz!"

"Woah, woah! Me? Gross? You and Harry are the gross ones. Acting like we didn't hear you guys last week. Oh, Harry! It's so good! Don't stop, you British sexy beast!"

Aspen's face burned a hot red as she huffed and narrowed her eyes at Isobel, chucking her wadded socks at her blonde head.

"Shut up! You and Zayn did, too!"

"No, we didn't. I stopped him because we didn't want to be disrespectful to you guys. But seeing as you didn't feel the same..." Isobel snickered, zipping her bag closed before tossing the socks back at Aspen.

Aspen huffed, unrolling them and slipping her feet into the white frilly socks. She padded back out to the room, flicking Isobel in her head.

"Hey!"

"You deserve it." Aspen grumbled, walking to her closet to pull the matching maroon shoes, Mary Jane pumps with a low heel. She sat on the edge of her bed as she slipped them on and clasped the buckle.

Suddenly, Aspen's phone rang.

Harry.

She quickly picked up, holding the device to her ear as she uncapped her perfume.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi, Harry. What's up?"

"Nothin', sugar. Just wanted to let you know Zayn and I were about to leave the house now. Still meeting at the mall, yeah?"

The sound of a door opened on Harrys side, Zayn's voice a mutter in the background before it clicked shut.

"Yes! Isobel just has to get dressed and then we'll be on our way. The Uber is ten out. Is that okay?"

He laughed softly. "Course, baby. We'll grab a table if we beat you. Our's is two minutes away."

"Thank you, H. Iz said she could grab the Uber to Louis' house."

"No, no. Don't be fools. I've got it covered, yeah?"

Harry had insisted that he bought whatever he could, and that meant sending Isobel and Aspen their Uber.

"But you already got this one," She pouted, spritzing on the sweet scent to her neck and wrists.

"But nothing. I've got it, yeah?"

Aspen huffed softly, but gave in. "Yeah, okay. But just this once. Thanks so much for all of this, H."

"Tha's my good girl. And of course, 'm always gonna take care of you."

Aspen felt her stomach flutter at the name, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as her cheeks tinted a bright pink under her makeup.

"And that picture you sent?" A sharp inhale through his nose. "So fucking pretty. Does so many god damn things t'me, baby. You're the reason for it all."

"It wasn't anything like that," She squeaked, glancing into the bathroom where Isobel was singing the song as she got dressed, distracted in her own world.

"It didn't have to be. It was the best thing I've seen today, little mouse. Don't downplay how gorgeous you are."

"Unless you'd... want stuff like that?"

Harry sucked in a breath. "You'd do that for me?"

His voice was lower, she noticed. A soft rasp to it.

"Yeah, I mean.. it's just for you, right? No one else would see and you've already seen me."

Harry chuckled soft and low, licking his lips carefully. "Just f'me. I'd let no one near what's mine."

"Then yeah, I'd do it for you. Anything you want, H." She sighed contently, a smile twisting onto her lips.

"Anything, huh? You're gonna be the end of me, y'know that? I'll die the happiest man, though."

She giggled softly, a sweet sound that rang through Harry's ears like music.

"You're so silly sometimes."

"Only ever for you."

She scrunched her nose, her smile still dancing on her lips as she capped the perfume and tucked it back to its place.

"I'll see you when you get there, yeah? I love you, pretty girl."

"I love you. See you soon, Harry."

He smiled. "Bye, baby."

"Bye, H."

Click.

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Over the course of an hour, Isobel had finished getting ready, they did their final touches, got into their Uber that Harry so kindly got them, and arrived at the mall.

The two girls stood with their arms interlinked, heels and boots tapping along the tile floor of the mall as they walked towards the food court. There, Isobel spotted Zayn, who she gave a quick wave to before they made their way.

"Harry's in the bathroom," Zayn said, greeting Isobel with a small peck to her lips and pulled out the chairs for them.

Aspen thanked him softly, hooking her purse on the ledge of the seat, smoothing out the back of her skirt. Just as she was about to take a seat, she felt a hand curl around her hip.

"Baby," Harry's voice came in his usual, low tone. He cracked a smile as she turned to face him, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her in for a hug. She smiled into his chest, her arms that wrapped around his shoulders giving him a small squeeze. As they pulled away, Harry pulled her chair out a bit more, tucking her back in once she sat down before taking the seat next to her.

Harry gave a nod towards Isobel, saying a quick hello before she drowned in conversation with Zayn. Harry hooked his arm over the back of his chair as he turned to face Aspen. His eyes scanned over her outfit, how everything seemed so well put together. A small smirk wore on the corner of his lips once his eyes met hers again.

He wore his usual fitted black tee, paired with his black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and his boots. This time, a dark grey flannel stripped with other whites and blacks hung off his broad shoulders. His fingers were decorated with his silver rings and his lip ring complimented his red, plush lips.

The man ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving her another look over that made Aspen's cheeks flare with pink.

"You look good, sugar. Better than good."

Aspen gave him a shy smile, bumping her knee with his. "I can say the same about you."

He grinned, settling a hand onto her knee, giving it a small squeeze. "This okay?" He mumbled, glancing down at his hand.

Aspen nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The smile on his lips never faltered as his hand relaxed on her leg, his thumb swirling soft circles into the smooth skin.

"Thanks f'coming t'night. I know these things aren't your scene, but having you there makes it all better." Harry hummed softly, his other hand brushing through his curls. She only nodded again, a smile pulling onto her lips.

"Of course, H. Wanna be where you are always, even if it's at a huge house party where I'll feel the music shaking through my body," She laughed softly.

His eyes softened, flickering down to her colored lips, sheen with her lip gloss.

"God, I really wan' t'kiss you right now."

Aspen placed her hand over the one on her leg, slipping her fingers between his. "Soon, yes? I promise. Want to kiss you, too." She mumbled back shyly, glancing towards Isobel and Zayn who were still enamored with each other.

Harry nodded understandingly, giving her leg a small squeeze before Zayn chipped up.

"Man, I'm starving," He grumbled, flipping through the menu. "I might settle for some wings. What do ya' say, Harold?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the name, his body still facing Aspens as he picked up the menu to hold between them. "Nah, I'll go for something like a burger."

He glanced up at Aspen, who was lightly tapping the table and looking around the food court as if it was suddenly so interesting.

"What're you gonna get, love?" Harry asked softly, nudging her knee with his lightly. She hummed, looking back at him then down at the menu.

"Oh! I um, I'm not that hungry, actually."

Harry frowned, a small furrow in his brows. "Did you guys eat before you came?" He looked at Isobel, who shook her head before he looked back at her.

Aspen's eyes darted all around the menu. She was hungry, starving actually, but right now was one of those times where she got a huge wave of discomfort around eating. She wasn't sure if it was the people around or what, but her stomach just coiled in embarrassment at the mere thought.

She took a small breath as Harry cleaned closer, his fingers guiding her chin to make her face him. "Bug? Wha's wrong?"

Aspen shook her head, pulling a smile onto her lips. "Nothing, H."

His frown only deepened as she looked away to the menu, then to her polished nails that tapped along the table. He sighed softly as he sat back up, looking over at Zayn and Isobel, who both wore the same concern on their face. But no one spoke up.

Finally, Harry did.

"Can you help me finish my chips then? The burger is usually enough to get me goin'."

Aspen looked up at him, then back at the menu. There was no getting out of it, not with Harry. So she nodded. "Yeah, sure. I could go for some fries."

He smiled, squeezing her thigh softly.

After about twenty minutes, their food had come out. Harry ordered a double side of the fries along with his burger, Zayn had ordered a wing platter that he swore was not all for him (news flash, it absolutely was), and Isobel opted for a chicken sandwich with a side of mozzarella sticks.

Harry kept his plate in the middle of him and Aspen. He took a fry off the plate, tapping it into the ketchup on the side before holding it to her lips. "Louis' known to pig out on all the party snacks with Niall. It's best if we all eat until we pop," he noted, perching a brow until she huffed and gave in, taking it from his fingers to take a bite.

As they ate, Harry found his lips quirking into a smile when he saw how she'd reach for fries throughout, getting more comfortable. He gave her leg another reassuring squeeze and turned to press a kiss to her temple. "Proud of you," he whispered into her ear before the kiss, turning back to the conversation they were all engaged in as they ate.

All though he didn't know what was going on, he didn't need to know in order to be patient and open with her. He knew that some days, these things could be hard. But his suspicion stayed just that. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. He'd just keep an extra careful eye on her from now out.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The party was overwhelming, an electric haze of flashing strobe lights that illuminated the packed space in bursts of white, purple, and neon blue. Music pulsed through the air like a living heartbeat, the bass vibrating in Aspen's chest as Harry guided her through the chaos. The smell of alcohol and sweat mingled with the faint scent of chips and pizza wafting from the kitchen. People shouted over the music, their laughter and voices blending into a chaotic hum.

Harry’s protective arm around her waist was firm, anchoring her in the madness. His chest pressed solidly against her back, the fabric of his shirt brushing her shoulder blades. He didn’t hesitate to carve a path for them, unapologetically shoving past anyone who didn’t step aside fast enough. Aspen found herself clinging to his arm, grateful for his presence as they navigated the crush of bodies.

When they finally pushed through the sliding doors into the backyard, the air felt cooler, a reprieve from the suffocating heat inside. Strung-up fairy lights crisscrossed the yard, their warm glow casting a softer ambiance on the crowd gathered here. The tables were laden with bottles of liquor, mixers, and stacks of solo cups, and the familiar voices of Louis and Niall greeted them over the thrum of the music spilling from inside.

“Oi, oi! Shots, shots, shots, come on!” Louis hollered, his grin as wide as ever as he held up a pair of red solo cups, one in each hand.

Harry chuckled, his grip on Aspen's hip tightening as he steered her toward the group. “Always so subtle, Lou,” he quipped, grabbing a cup from Louis and passing it to Zayn. He grabbed another for himself before turning to Aspen.

Louis, however, wasn’t about to let her be left out. “Don’t think I forgot you, sun!” he exclaimed, producing a juice box from the pocket of his hoodie with an exaggerated flourish. He lobbed it gently in her direction, grinning when Aspen caught it midair with a laugh.

Aspen giggled, examining the box. “Thanks, Louis,” she said, leaning closer to Harry as if for reassurance. She pressed her back against his side, feeling the steady warmth of his body against hers.

Harry took the juice box from her hands without a word, unwrapping the straw from its plastic cover and expertly piercing it into the foil opening. He handed it back to her with a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you,” she murmured, tapping his chest lightly with her finger in a sweet gesture of gratitude.

“Always, baby,” Harry replied softly, the affectionate squeeze he gave her hip making her heart flutter.

Niall raised his cup, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Here’s to surviving the chaos, yeah?”

The group laughed, clinking their cups together in an impromptu toast. Aspen sipped from her juice box, the sweetness of the drink a sharp contrast to the heady atmosphere around her. She couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly the boys made everything feel lighter, their humor and camaraderie creating a bubble of warmth amidst the wild party.

As they continued catching up, more shots were passed around, laughter growing louder as the group loosened up. Stories of old antics and shared memories flowed easily, drawing a bright smile from Aspen as she listened. Isobel leaned against Zayn, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, while Niall and Louis attempted to outdo each other in an exaggerated dance-off that had everyone in stitches.

“Alright, alright,” Louis declared, raising a hand dramatically. “I think it’s time to turn things up a notch. Who’s up for a game of truth or dare?”

Harry raised a brow, glancing at Aspen, who shrugged with a small smile. “Why not?” she said softly.

“Perfect,” Louis grinned. “Let’s move this inside, shall we?”

The group began to migrate back indoors, weaving through the partygoers who were still crowded in the living room and kitchen. They found their way to the cozier den area, where a large coffee table and mismatched seating arrangements surrounded them.

Harry claimed the single-seat sofa with a quick stride and plopped down, pulling Aspen onto his lap without hesitation. She let out a small squeak of surprise, but the warmth of his arms encircling her soon made her relax against him.

Zayn and Isobel sprawled out on the plush loveseat, while Louis, Niall, Liam, Kirsten, and her hookup for the night—a tall, dark-haired guy with an easy grin—settled around the coffee table. Kirsten sat a little too close to him, her laughter a touch too loud as she tried to show she was having a great time.

Aspen noticed Kirsten’s eyes flit toward her and Harry repeatedly, her gaze lingering on Harry’s hand resting protectively on Aspen’s waist. Aspen felt a flicker of irritation but brushed it aside, leaning further into Harry’s chest. His thumb began to rub small, reassuring circles over her hip, grounding her. Whatever Kirsten’s problem was, it wasn’t going to ruin her night.

Louis, who was already tipsy enough to declare himself the game master, grabbed a nearly empty tequila bottle from the table. He gave it a dramatic flourish before plunking it down in the center. “Right, then! Time to spice things up. Let the games begin!”

The bottle spun, wobbling slightly before landing squarely on Zayn.

“Ah, come on,” Zayn groaned, throwing his head back theatrically. Isobel giggled beside him, nudging him playfully.

“Truth or dare, mate?” Louis asked, grinning like a cat about to pounce.

Zayn leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Dare,” he said cautiously, knowing Louis too well to trust him entirely.

Louis’s grin widened. “Alright, alright. I dare you to…” He paused for effect, looking around the room. His gaze landed on the tequila bottle. “Take a shot—but you have to do it off Isobel’s stomach!”

The group erupted into laughter and cheers, with Isobel gasping, her cheeks turning crimson. “What?!” she exclaimed, half-laughing and half-shocked.

“You heard me,” Louis said smugly. “Rules are rules.”

Zayn smirked, a playful glint in his eye. “Alright, fine. You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered to Isobel, who covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

With some coaxing and a lot of laughter, Isobel lay down on the couch. Zayn carefully poured a small splash of tequila onto her stomach, making sure it didn’t spill onto the upholstery.

“Alright, here goes,” Zayn said, leaning down. He licked the tequila off her skin in one quick motion, immediately chasing it with a shot straight from the bottle. The group erupted into cheers and whistles, while Isobel laughed so hard she nearly fell off the couch.

“That was disgusting,” Zayn said with mock disgust, wiping his mouth. “But also kind of worth it.”

Isobel playfully swatted his arm, her cheeks still red. “You owe me for that!”

The laughter continued as the bottle spun again, this time landing on Kirsten.

“Truth or dare?” Louis asked, leaning in eagerly.

“Dare,” Kirsten said confidently, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Louis grinned wickedly. “I dare you to call your ex and confess you still think about them.”

The group collectively gasped and laughed, while Kirsten shot Louis a death glare. “You’re evil,” she muttered, reaching for her phone.

As Kirsten dialed her ex’s number and the group waited in eager anticipation, Aspen felt Harry’s arms tighten slightly around her. She glanced up at him, and he gave her a small smile, brushing his lips softly against her temple. Whatever attention Kirsten was trying to stir, it didn’t matter. Aspen only cared about the man holding her, his touch steady and reassuring, his presence a calming balm in the chaotic whirl of the party.

When Kirsten ended the call with a dramatic sigh and a round of laughter from the group, the bottle spun again, the energy in the room growing more playful with every turn.

The bottle spun again and landed on Niall. He grinned, leaning forward. “Alright, hit me with it. Truth or dare, my lovely tormentor,” he teased Louis.

Louis squinted dramatically. “Dare, of course. I wouldn’t waste a truth on you.”

Niall groaned. “You better not make me streak through the yard.”

“No, no. I’m kinder than that.” Louis smirked. “I dare you to sing your drunkest rendition of Baby One More Time by Britney Spears.”

The group erupted into laughter, clapping and hollering as Niall stood up and dramatically cleared his throat. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you all fall in love.”

He grabbed an empty bottle as a pretend microphone and launched into an off-key but enthusiastic performance, complete with spins and air punches. Everyone was crying with laughter by the time he finished, bowing like a performer leaving the stage.

The bottle spun again, landing on Liam. He chose truth, which prompted Louis to ask, “If you had to kiss someone in this room who isn’t your girlfriend, who would it be?”

Liam laughed nervously, looking at the ceiling. “You’re trying to get me killed, mate. But fine. I’d pick Harry because he’s prettier than the rest of you.”

Harry cackled, throwing his head back. “Flattered, really.”

The group kept going, the energy buzzing with jokes and challenges until the bottle landed on Kirsten again. She smirked as if she’d been waiting for this moment. She spun, the bottle creaking as it turned. It slowed to a stop, pointing at Aspen.

Aspen felt the atmosphere shift. Kirsten’s smirk widened as she twirled her red cup around her fingers. Harry, feeling the effects of the alcohol, pressed a kiss into Aspen’s shoulder, his lips warm and affectionate against her skin.

“Truth or dare?” Kirsten asked, her tone already laced with condescension.

Aspen felt a slight wave of nervousness but kept her face calm. “Truth,” she said, deciding not to play into Kirsten’s game.

“Oh, how predictable,” Kirsten mocked with a laugh, drawing out the words. Some of the group shifted uncomfortably, exchanging uneasy glances. Louis and Niall, who were already protective of Aspen, gave Kirsten pointed looks, while Zayn frowned, his arm tightening around Isobel.

“Alright,” Kirsten said with a grin that didn’t reach her eyes. “Is it true that you haven’t slept with anyone yet?”

The question hung in the air, the laughter and chatter of the room falling into an awkward silence. Aspen’s cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger swirling inside her. Before she could even think, Kirsten added with a snide tone, “I mean, we all already know the answer. It’s kind of obvious.”

Harry’s expression immediately hardened, his protective instincts kicking in as his grip on Aspen’s waist tightened. But before he could say anything, Aspen felt a strange surge of boldness, almost like an out-of-body experience.

“No,” Aspen said sharply, her voice carrying a weight no one expected. “I get it all the time. Every night, in fact.” Her gaze flicked to Kirsten, unyielding. “And the way Harry uses his han—”

Harry let out a surprised laugh, his eyes wide with amusement as he clapped a hand over Aspen’s mouth. “Alright, alright,” he said, his voice shaking with laughter. “We get the point, baby.”

Aspen huffed, pulling his hand down and settling it back around her waist. She took a deep breath, her adrenaline still pumping. Her cheeks burned red, warm to the touch. “Fine,” she said, her voice calmer now but laced with edge. “I’ve got a question for you, Kirsten. Truth or dare? Actually, I'll pick for you. Truth.”

Kirsten raised a brow. "Right, sure. Okay."

Aspen gave a small, sharp nod. “Alright. Is it true you’re still a jealous, bitter bitch?”

The room fell into stunned silence, the air electric with shock. Then, laughter exploded from everyone except Kirsten, who sat rigid, her face turning bright red as she looked around, clearly humiliated.

“Aspen!” Isobel gasped, laughing despite herself.

Louis clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes as he doubled over. “Bloody hell, I didn’t know you had that in you!”

Aspen’s heart was racing. She had never cussed before, much less hurled an insult so openly, but she felt oddly liberated. Her ears burned hot with red, complimenting the feel of her cheeks. Harry was grinning down at her, his wide eyes filled with equal parts amusement and admiration.

“Well,” he said, standing and tugging Aspen up with him. “I think that’s our cue.”

Still chuckling, he grabbed her hand and began leading her toward the stairs. “Be right back, everyone!” he called over his shoulder.

The group was still laughing and teasing as they disappeared up the steps. Once they reached the privacy of a guest room, Harry shut the door behind them, leaning against it with a mischievous smile.

“Where did that come from?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine wonder. “You’ve got a fiery side I didn’t know about.”

Aspen crossed her arms, her cheeks still warm. “I don’t know. She just— ugh, she made me so mad.”

Harry laughed, pulling her into his arms. “Well, it was kind of hot,” he admitted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

She scrunched her nose and huffed, laying her hands on his chest.

"Sorry, I wasn't even thinking. I didn't know my mouth could even say those words."

"Oh," Harry raised a brow in amusement, "that mouth can do plenty good, doll."

With that, the man dipped down to capture her lips in a kiss. He breathed out softly as the sweet taste of her lipgloss tainted his mouth, his bottom lip swiping along. Once her lips parted, his tongue made way to swirl around hers. Harry groaned and squeezed her waist, his thumbs slipping under her shirt to the bare skin of her waist as the taste of her juice flooded his mouth as well.

Harry’s hands tightened on her waist, his thumbs grazing the soft, warm skin just above her hips. His lips moved against hers with a rhythm that sent a gentle hum of pleasure through her chest. Aspen melted into his touch, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Every kiss was more intoxicating than the last, and Harry seemed intent on taking his time, savoring every second of their connection.

“God, y'taste so good,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and laced with a mix of desire and awe. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as his hands slid further under her shirt, palms spreading across the small of her back. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver racing down her spine, and Aspen couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her.

Harry took the sound as encouragement, trailing his lips from hers to her jawline. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the soft curve, his breath hot against her skin. “How’d I get so lucky, huh?” he whispered between kisses, his voice raw and reverent. “You drive m'crazy.”

Aspen felt her cheeks flush, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. There was something about the way he spoke, like she was the only person in the world who mattered. Her hands moved on their own accord, sliding up his chest and over his shoulders, fingers brushing against the bare skin of his neck. She tugged him closer, her lips seeking his again, the kiss growing more fervent.

Harry chuckled softly against her mouth, his chest vibrating under her touch. “Easy, love,” he teased, though the way his hands gripped her waist betrayed his own restraint slipping. He lifted her effortlessly, walking them backward until the back of his knees hit the bed.

He sat down, pulling her into his lap. Aspen straddled him instinctively, her knees bracketing his hips as her arms looped around his neck. The new angle brought them impossibly closer, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. Harry’s hands roamed up her sides, his fingertips brushing just beneath the fabric of her shirt, teasing but not crossing any lines.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his green eyes searching hers, the flicker of caution softening his intensity.

“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, her voice barely audible but steady. She leaned in, her lips finding his again, the kiss slower this time but no less passionate.

Harry’s hands settled on her thighs, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against the bare skin under her skirt. The small, deliberate motions sent sparks through her, grounding her in the moment. He kissed her like he had no the time in the world, his lips coaxing hers into a rhythm that felt needy, electric, and utterly consuming.

Aspen lost herself in him, the world outside the room fading to nothing. The soft scrape of his stubble against her skin, the faint taste of alcohol and juice mingling on his tongue, the way his grip tightened whenever her fingers brushed the back of his neck or shifted her hips—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

Harry broke the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “Y'know, 'm so fuckin' proud of you for what you did out there. You are so god damn perfect.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of the words made Aspen’s heart stutter.

She smiled softly, tucking her bottom lips between her teeth as her cheeks held that same tint, her fingers threading through his curls. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she teased, though the way she looked at him betrayed the sincerity of her feelings.

He grinned, his dimples flashing as he leaned in again, this time pressing soft, lingering kisses along the column of her throat. Aspen tilted her head, giving him more access, her fingers tightening in his hair as a soft whine escaped her lips. Her hips squirmed a bit, pressing down against his for a split second.

The sound seemed to spur him on, his fingers coming up to tug down the hem of her top. His lips ventured, lips and teeth latching onto the skin of her boob. She let a moan ripple through her chest as her fingers curled in his hair while he sucked in a deep mark, one that left her skin tingling and body squirming. The man slid the material of her shirt back up, covering the mark perfectly.

Harry's hands slid up to cradle her face as he captured her lips once more. The kiss was slower now, gentler, but no less intense. It was a silent promise, an unspoken declaration of just how much she meant to him.

As the heat between them grew, Harry pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “We should stop,” he said, though his voice was hoarse, and his lips hovered so close to hers it seemed like he might change his mind any second.

He didn't want to stop. He wanted to flip her over, pull her pretty ass up, and push so deep into her until she couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to make her scream through the loud music and her thighs shake until she couldn't walk. He wanted to hold her against his chest and tell her how pretty she was while he thrusted into her with slow, caring strokes. All because of that damn fucking skirt, taunting him to just be flipped up and to take her like she was the best fuck toy he ever had and loved.

Aspen nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breathing unsteady. “Yeah, probably,” she agreed, though neither of them made a move to separate.

Instead, they stayed like that for a moment, tangled together in a mess of limbs and emotions, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, Harry let out a soft laugh, his hands dropping to her hips. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he joked, though the fondness in his tone made it clear he wouldn’t have it any other way.

She smiled, resting her hands against his chest as she leaned back slightly. “Guess we’re even, then,” she said softly, her voice laced with affection.

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