teandrain

[jazzyhazzy]

For the second day in a row, I wake up from a dreamy sleep in the embrace of Harry. This is something I could definitely get used to. Too bad I won’t get the opportunity to get used to it.

“You talk in your sleep” he mumbles, obviously sensing that I am now awake even though I’m facing away from him, his body curled around my smaller one. I roll over to face him, and he tightens his hold on me once more as I get comfortable. 

He looks angelic, that’s the only word for it. His lips are plump from sleep, his cheeks rosy and his hair sticking out at all odd angles, a slight curl forming at the end of every lock. His hair is short, but I can tell that if he grew it our it would be curly. 

“Do not” I protest, poking my finger into his dimple.

“Yeah you wouldn't shut up about how much you wanted to fuck me and how much you liiiiiiiiiiike meeeeeee” he teased, and I know he’s joking. I only ever talk about one thing when I sleep talk, always have.

My finger moves from his dimpled cheek to fiddle with a strand of hair poking out from behind his ear. “You’re a terrible liar” I inform him, although it’s rich coming from the likes of me, someone who is a dead giveaway whenever she lies.  

“You can't deny it though, you do want to fuck me” he grins, pulling me flush against his bare chest, and I feel my cheeks turn scarlet. What am I supposed to say to that?! He’s not wrong, I’ve definitely thought about it more than I care to admit, but I can’t exactly come out and announce that to him. 

He already knows, of course he does. Harry can watch me ticking it over in my head, considering what I should respond with. He’d be able to tell straight away if I lied, but he might think I’m just another desperate girl if I don’t. It’s not easy being me right now, stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

“Yeah just consider yourself lucky that I’m letting you share my bed, it’s not something I do often.” I respond, avoiding the question without directly answering. 

I hope he doesn't think I’m a prude or anything, but I am not in the mood to explain why I don’t share my bed often. 

“No one ever good enough?” he asks, I know he is teasing again, but I feel my insecurities seep in like an uncontrollable fog, clouding all other thoughts. “Quite the opposite” I sigh, averting my eyes from his and looking down, my fingers fidgeting as my restlessness grows. Why is he here, with someone like me, he could easily find someone more beautiful, more interesting. I’m just... boring, average at best. 

All of a sudden I want his arms off me, I want to be alone, curled up in my bed. I want to keep the curtains closed all day and sit in silence with my thoughts. 

“You’re silly, Ruby Tuesday. All the boys see you, you just don’t see them. I had to buy you a drink to get your attention... You’re not cheap” he winks at me, and I feel the fog of insecurity beginning to fade back into the background, as he strokes my cheek with his thumb, feeling the smoothness of my skin.

What is he seeing when he looks at me through those emerald pools? 

Without warning, he leans forward and plants his lips upon mine, smooth and soft and supple. Everything else dissipates and all I know is his lips on mine, I open my mouth, breathing into the kiss and feeling his tongue run along my bottom lip, tentative. 

Much like last night, it ends before I can get all wrapped up and lost in the kiss, and I can’t hide my disappointment, it’s written all over my face. “I’m right, you definitely do want to fuck me” he chuckles, noticing my reaction. 

“Ugh, you’re full of hot air, did anyone ever tell you that?” I retort, pulling away from him to stretch out my limbs, still stiff from sleep, my legs straightening and my back arching up off the bed as I loosen the muscles.

He watches me hungrily as I do so, taking in the curve of my back and licking his lips. Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to fuck. 

“What’s the plan for today?” Harry quizzes me, and I remember that I pretty much agreed to spend the day with him. Wow, pressure much. How am I meant to impress him. I’ve lived here my entire life, and everything seems too boring to me, I’m sure he would want to see the touristy attractions, but I figure keeping a lower profile and avoiding large groups of people would be ideal. 

An idea comes to me and I smile, sitting up and clambering over his resting frame to peek out at the weather behind the curtains. His hands resting on my hips as I hover over him, taking the time to open up the window to let some fresh air into this stuffy room. 

It’s the middle of summer, and we’ve been blessed with a scorcher of a day, and my idea is going to be perfect. It will involve a couple of stops on the way, but I’m sure it will be fantastic. I hope he will love it, and it means there will be no people around. We can spend some time together and maybe I can learn a little more about him seeing as I’m apparently the only person in the world who doesn't know who he is. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks me, hesitantly, able to tell that I am formulating a plan in my head as I gaze outside. 

“I’m thinking it’s a surprise” 

***

While it would have been perfectly fine staying in bed and cuddling and talking all day, I feel excited about this particular plan. It was a bit of an adventure, and the idea truly excited me, but I barely know anything about Harry, this could very well be the opposite of his idea of fun, but I guess I will find out. 

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” he grumbles, as we finally pull up to the beach. It’s one of the less popular beaches, and being a weekday, it means there aren't as many people here as there usually are. 

When I don’t reply right away, too busy trying to park the car with two kayaks tied to the roof, he huffs. “I already know we’re at the beach, I can smell it, just let me see!” he insists, trying to convince me. I could probably use his help to get the kayaks off the roof, luckily the guy working at the place I hired them from offered to secure them onto the roof for me. I’m sure I could manage it on my own without causing serious injury to myself and everyone around me, but why bother when Harry could probably lift them down easily. 

“Okay, okay! Quit whining will you!” I scold him, reaching over to take the blind fold off him. His head looks out the window at the beach, it’s only a small beach, but that’s not where our destination is. 

“The beach? Nice” he observes, his eyes darting between the people who have set themselves up on the beach. 

“Not exactly...” I trail off, opening my door and handing his sunglasses to him. “Put these on, and this too” I grab a wide brimmed straw hat from the back seat and pass it to him. He does as he’s told and puts them on, grateful for the disguise. “How do I look?” he asks, giving me his best blue steel. 

“Fabulous darling, you look just like the candyman” I praise him, God if only he knew just how good he looked. I swear he could pull anything off. I envy him for it. 

We get out of our seats and he notices the kayaks on the roof, raising his eyebrows above the frame of his sunglasses, “You can’t be serious!?” he exclaims, and I’m not sure if he’s afraid or excited. 

I ignore him anyway, and open the boot of the car, handing him a bag with some food in it, and I take the bag with the towels and picnic blanket. This is an idea I’ve had for a while, but just never found the time or the right friend to do it with me. I seriously hope he enjoys it, otherwise I’ll be left feeling really disappointed. 

“Trust me, this is going to be fun” I promise, hoping he was up for it, and had an open mind. 

We get the kayaks down, and we drag them down to the beach, past the other people laying out in the sun or playing with their kids in the sand. It’s an amazing day for it, there isn't a cloud in the sky, and the temperature is rising. 

“Oh God, what now?” he asks, dropping his kayak by the edge of the water, he clips his lifejacket into place, safety first and all that, this is the ocean after all, big and unpredictable. 

“Now push it out into the water and get in it!” I encourage, maybe this was a mistake, has he ever kayaked before?! Do they even do that in England?

I lead by example, pushing my bright orange kayak into the water until it’s just floating, and (hopefully) gracefully climbing into it, settling myself down into the seat and waiting for him to do the same. 

Harry watched every move I made, and copied it, although he didn't quite climb in as gracefully as I had done, “The seat is wet!” he wailed, lifting his butt off the seat and looking to me for help. I shake my head at him, thank goodness he has a lifejacket is all I can say, I’m unsure whether or not he’ll even make it to the island. 

“There’s water in here, there must be a hole...” he panics, but I know for a fact that there is not a hole, there will be a minuscule amount of water in there from when he jumped in. I can’t help but laugh at him, an hour ago we were in my bed and he was arrogantly gloating about how much I wanted to fuck him, and now he’s out here wailing pathetically about a bit of water in his kayak. 

“Oh my God will you shut up!” I tell him, waiting for him to sit his butt down in the kayak, we hadn’t even left shore yet and I’m already considering the fact that this may have been a bad idea. 

I pick up my paddle and show him how to use it, “No, Harry that’s the wrong way around...” I try and correct him, but he thinks he knows what he’s doing, 

“The curved side-”

“I’m doing it!!!” he interrupts  triumphantly, travelling a couple of metres away from shore, and I don’t quite have the heart to tell him he’s not exactly doing it right.

***

We make it to the small island, it takes longer than it should and he’s exhausted. If he actually paddled properly he would feel half as tired. He yanks his kayak up onto the shore and collapses onto the sand next to it. 

“How is it so hot” he puffs, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

And then he pulls his white t-shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. I should definitely ask him about all of his tattoos, we’ve got all day, I’m sure he wouldn't mind. 

“Here, lay on this” I say, throwing him a big beach towel, he catches it but keeps it rolled up and puts it under his head like a pillow. I shake my head, he is terrible at following any kind of instructions. I grab my own towel and roll it out on the sand next to him, sitting down on it and grabbing the sunscreen from one of the bags we bought over with us. 

I squirt it on my legs and arms first, and I can feel him watching me as I rub it into my skin. Thanks to the giant hole in the ozone layer above New Zealand, its twice as important to wear sunscreen if you don't want to cook yourself alive. “Put some on” I tell him, tossing him the bottle as I remove my singlet and apply it to my stomach and chest, ensuring that I don't miss any spots around my bikini top. 

“You put it on” Harry retorts, still watching me through his sunglasses as he’s laying back in the sand, feeling the warm grains against the skin of his back.

“I am putting it on!” I point out, clearly he can see me applying it.

“No, you put it on me” he insists, I roll my eyes at his smirk, if that’s what it takes for him to wear sunscreen then I’ll happily oblige. 

“Fine, but you need to do my back first” I bargain, turning my back to him and waiting. I hear him get up and squirt some of the liquid directly onto my back, seconds later, his warm hands are on me, rubbing it into my skin. 

I enjoy it far more than I care to admit, and he knows it as he massages it into  my back, my head relaxes on my neck and flops forward as I enjoy the almost massage I’m getting right now, feeling tension release from my shoulders. I’m half aware of the fact that he could so easily unclip the clasp of my bikini top, but he doesn't, pulling away after another minute. 

I had forgotten how nice it is to even just be touched like that by a boy. A man no less. Again, I find myself thinking how the hell did I get here, how am I here on the beach of this small island, on a hot summers day getting sunscreen rubbed into my back by that perfect looking creature. Why did he choose me to spend his time with? Why has he chosen me to curl up to these past two nights?

“My turn” he smirks, interrupting my train of thought. I swallow nervously, as I turn to face him, he’s elected to sit himself on my towel, manoeuvring himself so he’s sitting facing me, with his legs on either side of me. 

I don’t say a work as I squeeze the lotion onto my hands and hesitantly begin to rub it over his chest. Harry’s eyes study me the whole time, his focus flicking between my hands and my face, and occasionally my boobs. 

“You’re nervous” he points out. Well no shit. He’s fucking gorgeous, his skin I’m aching to lick, I want to to run the tip of my nose along where his collarbones stick subtly out from his skin. My fingers graze over his nipple and he jolts slightly, my eyes widening. 

He grabs my wrist with one of his hands, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist and he leans forward, his other hand lifting my chin to look directly at him. My heart splutters as he closes the distance between us, I’m frozen as he pecks me on the lips. 

So casually, like it’s nothing. “Don’t be nervous, I’m cooking here so lets get on with it” he jokes, poking my side. 

What the hell is he doing to me?

It made a difference though, as I pick up where I left off, applying sunscreen to his shoulders, before moving onto his arms. “Your tattoos... Do they have meaning?” I ask shyly, wondering whether the meanings are personal or not, he doesn't have to share with me, but I’m naturally curious after all.

“Of course, some do, but not all of them. Sometimes I just see a picture or something that I like the look of and I’ll just do and get it done” he explains, still focused on me as my hands and fingers dance across his skin. 

“What about this one?” I ask, pointing to the tiny cross on his hand. Is he quite a religious kind of guy or something? My mother would love him if he is. “I’m not even a believer in God or anything, really.” he eludes, any my finger moves to touch the cross necklace hanging from his neck, resting against his chest. 

“It’s my mum and sister, they’ve always been more into it that I ever was. I always questioned too much, why we always saw starving children on the television when we were growing up, why planes crash, why people die in hurricanes. It never made sense to me.” he trails off, and I’m glad he’s starting to open up, I just want to know more about him, get a sense of who he is as a person. 

“Why the tattoo and the necklace then?” I ask, still not quite understanding why he would wear it, and get it embedded into his skin for the rest of his life if it’s not something he follows or believes in.

“For mum, I guess. She always wanted me to be her good Christian boy. I’ve worn the necklace for as long as I can remember, now I’m just used to it, and I know it keeps her happy so why not wear it? And the tattoo... I’ve grown fond of the symbol, plus it would keep mum happy knowing that I’ve got at least one tattoo she approves of amongst all of this” he finishes, gesturing to the abundant images and scribbles across his arms and chest. 

“What about the letters on your shoulders?” I wonder how many I can ask about before he gets sick of it. Before I ask too much.

“A for Anne, my mum, and G for Gemma, my sister.” he answers easily, it’s sweet, the three I’ve asked about have lovely sentiment. 

“And the naked mermaid?” I raise my eyebrows at that one, it’s certainly not my favourite, and it’s just right there on his arm. “Just thought it looked cool” he shrugs, tilting his head at me as I stand up and move around to do his back. 

I flick the straw hat off his head and begin rubbing into his neck, his head lolling as mine did, clearly enjoying the feeling. “What about you, good girl? What ink have you wanted?” he quizzes, remembering from the other day when I told him I’ve never liked an idea for long enough to get it permanently engraved into my skin. 

It’s the whole permanent aspect that gets me, I’m just not quite the committed yet. I worry that it will effect my chances of getting a job in the future. I worry about everything. 

“It’s mostly just been little quotes or lines from poems that I’ve wanted, but then after a while they just don’t appeal to me as much anymore.” I answer, feeling embarrassed, this was all a long time ago, back when quotes were all the rage, but now... not so much.

“Quotes huh? How about something without letters or numbers?” he encourages me to tell him more. “There is one I’ve wanted for a while now...” I reveal, thinking about the idea, “Just a flower, my Nan’s favourite one.”

He tilts his head back on his neck so his face is in front of mine, upside down. “Why don’t we go and get it?” he suggests, wagging his eyebrows at me. 

“We?” 

“Yeah, you’ve seen the shit I put on my body, what’s another flower?” he trails off, so nonchalant about the idea of getting a tattoo. How can he be so careless about it all? A tattoo that I want, no less, a tattoo with meaning to me, and he just want to get it too, the flower meaning nothing to him. 

I really do not understand him at all. 

“I don’t know...” I hesitate, I wouldn't even know where to put it, I can never decide if I want it somewhere hidden, or somewhere out in the open for everyone to see. I’m not as carefree as Harry apparently is, liberally putting whatever he wants wherever he wants, assured that he’ll still be able to do his job without being fired, without having to ever worry or care about what people will think. “Mull it over, at least.” he offers, and I nod, finally finishing sunscreening his legs after what felt like a lifetime of touching him without really being able to touch him. 

He skin felt smooth and warm under my hands, I nudge him off my towel and lay back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my skin, warming me from the outside in. 

“Sooooooooo, what are a few of your favourite songs?” Harry asks, rummaging around in the bag for a bag of crisps that he opens and begins chomping away on. 

I turn to face him, taking the time to consider my answers. 

“Romeo and Juliet is probably one” (x) I offer, remembering listening to Dire Straights with my Dad when I was young.

Harry abandons his crisps and rolls over the sand onto my towel, his face next to mine as he sings, “You and me babe, how about it?” His voice is gravelly and like honey at the same time. I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh, “That’s the one” I confirm, laughing instead of leaning over to kiss him because that is all I want to do right now after he just sang that line beautifully to me. 

“What else?” he demands, wriggling over so he’s sharing my towel, I gave him his own one to lie out on, but he’s choosing to ignore it and share mine instead, while I enjoy being close to him, it is stiflingly hot and he radiates heat like nothing I’ve ever known.

“Do You Wanna Touch Me?” I respond, and he turns to look at me over the top of his glasses, looking surprised. 

“The song” I quickly add, “By Joan Jett and the Blackhearts”

Harry continues to stare at me, like I was just casually asking him if he wanted to touch me. Again, I turn beet red with embarrassment. Why couldn’t I just be cool? Likeable? I’m constantly saying dumb shit like that. It’s a wonder he hasn't tried swimming back to shore yet.

“Do you wanna touch, Do you wanna touch, Do you wanna touch me THERE, WHERE” he just about screams at the top of his lungs, and I’m sure half the toddlers and their mothers heard us back on shore. I roll over and cover his mouth with my hand, “Oh my God shut the hell up, I didn’t mean-”

He interrupts me, but I can’t make out what he’s saying because my hand is blocking his mouth. I remove it, hoping that he’ll stay at a reasonable volume. 

“You totally want me to touch you” he smirks, rolling us over so he’s on top of me, my breath lodges in my throat, blocking any words that were going to bubble out. 

I feel his weight on top of me, his legs tangled with mine, his hips against mine, and I can already feel him beginning to harden against me. Wow, that’s for me?

“Where do you want me to touch you, Ruby” he whispers, even though we’re well out of range of anyone possibly hearing us. My chest rising and falling rapidly, as he hovers above me, awaiting an answer that I’m not sure I can even give. 

Fuck, I want him to touch me everywhere, literally every inch of my body wants to be caressed by him, kissed by his plump pink lips. I feel the ache between my legs as he rests himself against me, and it’s all I can do to keep dead still. 

Again, he bends down to kiss me, and finally I get the opportunity to deepen it, his tongue dipping into my mouth and finding mine, my chest tightens just at the feeling of him on me, his tongue against mine, our lips moving together in sync. 

And again, he pulls away too soon. 

“Fuck you’re adorable, but I can’t touch you yet” he growls, rolling off me and laying on his back beside me again.

“Why” I whine, the word escaping my lips before I even have time to register. 

Next to me, he chuckles deeply. “I told you, I want to get to know you first.”

***

When we arrive back at my flat just after dark, I feel my body longing for sleep. After such a long on day in the sun, and a full stomach all I need is my bed right now.

“Straight to bed” I announce, dumping the bags we took on the couch and deciding I would forget about them until tomorrow, barely having the energy to change into my PJ’s let alone having to unpack a couple of backpacks.

“Fine by me” Harry smiles as he follows me into my bedroom, collapsing down onto my bed and pulling his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through some notifications or something, most likely. I’m sure he’s got a lot of people he needs to be taking to, which makes it all the more odd that he wants to spend the whole week with me in my little flat. 

I shrug it off, not going to let negative thoughts creep in after the perfect day we’ve had. The kayak trip to the island was better than I had ever imagined it would be, we stayed there all day, laying on the beach and talking, jumping off high rocks into the cool salty water below, and moulding a hideous sandcastle with our hands alone. 

Harry had insisted that he tie his kayak to mine and let me paddle both of us the whole way back, getting grumpy and tired after his paddle wasn't getting him far (because he was still using it incorrectly, but he wouldn't let me tell him any different. Stubborn man.) 

Once we reached the shore, we strolled down the road and got some fish and chips, a classic delicacy here. We devoured them on the beach, watching the sun set over one of the best days of my entire life. 

Reaching into my drawer, I locate some little PJ shorts and a singlet, hiding behind my door to get changed into them. While Harry had been touchy and had given me the odd kiss here and there, we hadn’t done anything else, and to be honest, I was starting to get a little frustrated. 

I pad off the the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, although I had put minimal makeup on today anyway - knowing I would sweat it all off in the heat - it’s still nice to wash the day away and feel refreshed. My cheeks are definitely a little burnt, I can tell. In fact, my whole body is looking a little pinker than the norm. 

Theres a knock on the bathroom door, and Harry enters before I even give him the go ahead, he walks over to the toilet and puts the seat up, peeing right in front of me. Granted his back is turned to me, so I can’t see anything, but still!

“Charming” I tease, but in the back of my mind, kinda weirdly flattered that he’s already comfortable enough around me to do that. 

“I forgot my toothbrush” he moans, flushing the toilet and washing his hands, at least he’s hygienic, I know so many guys that wouldn't wash their hands after peeing. I rummage around in the cupboard below the sink, until my hand lands on a brand new toothbrush, still in its packaging and all. I think Addie may have bought it for her boyfriend, but he never ended up coming. In fact he broke up with her the day before he was meant to come and visit. I remember her angrily throwing it at the back of the cupboard and slamming the door. 

At least it’s come in handy now, I guess. “Do you just keep spare toothbrushes lying around?” Harry wonders, and I shake my head, still having a mouth full of toothpaste. I spit it out and rinse, about to explain the toothbrush to him, but I’m interrupted by a knock on the front door. 

Who the hell could that be? Lydia again?! But I made sure I messaged her and told her I was going to be busy all week, with Harry staying - though I left out the part about Harry, deciding to fill her all in once the week is over. 

I wait and see if they knock again, surely if they don't knock twice, it can’t be that important. 

But lone behold, they knock again, and I reluctantly head towards the door, unlocking the latch and taking the chain off, swinging the door open.

For what feels like the hundredth time today, my breath catches, but this time it is for all the wrong reasons. I blink twice, making sure my eyes aren’t fucking with me, because the last thing I want right now, is to see him standing on my doorstep, a look of irritation on his face. 

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Once again, feedback/questions always appreciated! Let me know if you’re enjoying it xx

[marvelous-harry]

Harry/Oliver/ben where Harry hurt himself, nothing to serious just like reader did in Harry/reader/Florence

This is from when he was in Italy shooting MP and stayed behind with Ben and Oliver for a bit in a big vacation home.

-

Harry grinned as he came up from the water surface and shook his head, sending water everywhere. "Did you see?" he asked as he looked up at Oliver who was standing by the edge of the indoor pool.

"I did. It was a very impressive bomb dive," Oliver grinned. "Now come on, dinner is almost ready. You need to rinse off and get some clothes on,"

Harry swam over to the edge. "Just a few more minutes please?" he asked nicely. "I can do another dive for you!" he added excitedly.

"That's very generous but later okay? Daddy has picked out some clothes for you," Oliver showed off the shorts and t-shirt he had in his hand. He turned around and put it down on one of the pool lounge chairs before picking up a towel.

"Okay fine but later you and Daddy have to come swim with me and watch me dive," Harry said as he hoisted himself up from the pool, not bothering with the ladder.

"Sure, bubs. Maybe before we go to bed we can have a little soak," Oliver said as he unfolded the towel.

Harry grinned and pushed his hair back. He took a little step and immediately felt his foot slipping on the wet tile. Falling backward he slammed into his hip into the pool lounge chair by his side and hit his hand on the tile as he tried to catch himself.

Oliver watched in horror as Harry fell. There was silence for a second as Harry lay there shocked.

Harry whimpered as he realized he'd fallen and as the pain really started setting in he put a hand on his hip and cradled his hurt arm to his chest before letting out a loud sob.

"Oh, bubs!" Oliver said as he carefully stepped over and squatted down. "That was quite the fall," he said as he pulled Harry close and rubbed his back, not caring about his clothes getting wet.

"Hurts!" Harry cried as he pulled his hand back to check it for blood.

"Let me have a look," Oliver said as he moved a bit and looked down at Harry's back and hip. He grimaced as he saw how red it was already. "Think you're going to bruise pretty bad but you didn't break the skin, bubs," Oliver stood up and picked Harry up with a little grunt.

Harry continued sobbing as he wrapped his arms and legs around Oliver. "I don't want to swim ever again!" he cried.

Grabbing the towel and Harry's clothes, Oliver tightened his hold on him as he started walking out of the pool room and towards the kitchen.

Hearing the crying, Ben wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and met them in the doorway. "What happened?" he asked, expecting to hear Harry had put up a fight when he'd been told to get out of the pool.

"Daddy! I fell!" Harry sobbed.

"Slipped on the wet tiles and slammed into the lounge chair. Got his hip pretty good. And his hand," Oliver explained as he sat down on a chair. "Could you get some ibuprofen and a glass of water please?" he asked as he looked up at Ben.

Ben nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of Harry's head before going to find some painkillers.

"I need to have a look at your hand okay? I'm going to be so careful, I promise," Oliver said softly as he pushed Harry back a bit and held the hand.

"Is it broken?" Harry asked with a whimper. Oliver inspected the hand closely before having Harry roll his wrist, flex his hand and move his fingers.

"I don't think so, I think you just hit it hard trying to catch yourself. The pain should go away soon," Oliver told him and gave him a little smile.

Ben came back into the kitchen with a pack of ibuprofen in his hand before filling up a glass of water. Popping out two pills, he held them out for Harry who put them in his mouth.

Swallowing them down with some water, he sniffled and wiped his eyes. "Thank you, daddy," Harry whispered as he brought his thumb up to his mouth.

Whimpering at the taste, he pulled it back out and let out a little cry.

"How about Sir helps you have a quick shower? Get rid of the pool water on you," Ben suggested.

Harry looked unsure.

"I promise I'll hold you tight. Won't let you fall again. I need to change clothes anyway, mine are all wet," Oliver added as he tightened his arms around Harry and got up.

Ben handed Harry his clothes. "Dinner will be ready when you're done, baby," he stroked Harry's cheek.

"Daddy, you come too," Harry whimpered and grabbed onto his hand.

"I can't baby. Got to watch the food. I'll tell you what, you be a good boy and go with Sir and you can sit with me during dinner and Daddy will help you, alright?"

Harry nodded and let go of Ben's hand. "Okay, Daddy,"

"Good boy,"

[jacinda2015]

chapter 6 part 1

"so theres a couch and tv. the fridge has soda in it. and the computer is open." i said tossing it to liam who caught it smootly.

"if you need some thing just wave your arms at the window or something and i will come back up." i said making my way down the stairs into the dance studio.

i walked over and turned the stereo on and started stretching.

harrys pov

Jesusi thought to my self. does she even know how sexy she looked? i looked down at the floor where she sat stretching her long endless legs. niall walked over to the window too. sensing us staring at her she looked up and smiled slightly, waving at us from her stretching position. her legs spread out in a split. i groaned and looked at niall.

"do you see this?" i asked him

"aye. she is one fit bird" he said gazing down at her hunger in his eyes. i shoved him a bit.

"keep your pants on!" i said smirking at him

he snickered. i looked down at her again. she had gotten of the floor and she was stretching her arms. she was beautiful. she had long black gently wavy hair that went almost to her bum. even that was perfect and round. she was wearing these sexy stilettos and all i could think was how perfect she was. her perfect full lips that opened to reveal her straight white teeth. what really got me about her though was her eyes. mind you she was black. im not saying anything about it i couldnt care less. but she was so alluring because even with out her beautiful cafe au lait to add to things her eyes were green. yes green. a bright beautiful piercing green that made me feel like she was looking into my soul. when she was looking into my eyes i just wanted her so bad and it was intoxicating because i had only known her for about 2 hours. she was amazing and i wanted to make her mine.

nialls pov

i saw harry practically undressing her with his eyes. i couldnt blame him she ws so sexy i thought i was going to melt right then and there when i heard that girlish giggle she made when we were in her room. i have never wanted to be with a girl so badly than i have with jacinda.

she sat in the middle of the dance floor and when she started dancing she was most sexiest thing i have seen. she moved across the room and dropped and came back up with her arse up in the air before she flipped her hair up before she was dancing on the chair. God could she get sexier i thought as she was dancing. i couldnt take my eyes off her.  she was one of the girls that made classy the sexiest thingon earth but when she was dancing she made you want her. it was like she was the puppet master and o was the more than willing puppet. the sad thing about it was that she didnt even know what she was doing

A/N okay so i decided to split the chapter up again and i tried a harry and niall pov. did you like it or should i just scratch it and never do it again?

[jacinda2015]

chapter 5 part 1

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after 20 minutes of pointing out constellations i heard my phone start to ring. i got up of the floor and stepped over harry to walk over to my bed. i picked up the phone and answered it.

"buddy the elf whats your favorite color?" i asked jokingly

i heard the girls laugh in the background.

"we are gonna be there in a hour and thirty minutes" athelia said. i giggled and and told them that i would get things ready for them when they came.

"who ya talkin' to?" liam asked me.

i told him about my friends that were coming over and how they would help me contain order while they were here.

"alright im going to change and then im going to bring you to my studio and you hill in the watch room while i practice." i told them as i walked over to my drawers. i grabbed spankies and i tank top and i brought some yoga pants too, just for good measure. i dont know whats wrong with me but i have a thing for yoga pants. i just love them. on my way to the changing screen i had set up i dropped the spankies and before i could pick them up niall grabbed them.

"give them back niall!" i squeeled. niall horan. touching my spankies. dear Lord up i heaven....

he backed away from me examining my spankies which unfortunately happened to be the pair the said 'kiss it' across the butt

"oh naughty naughty!" he taunted showing them to harry, who grinned at the phrase. i tried to take them back but harry tossed them to niall.

"whats the point of wearing these undies if you already have some on." niall said drawing attention back to my lack of pants.

"they are for dancing and they arent underwear they are really short shorts and niall give them back!" i said but he had already tossed them back to harry. isuddenly i had an idea. i turned and crossed my arms and pouted. harry tossed them back to niall before seeing my expression.

"come on jacinda dont you want them back" he taunted again

i still pouted not looking at either of them. harry walked over to me.

"il make you a deal if you can jump and grab them then we will give them back." he said raising his arm above his head and shaking them.

i looked at his hand that held my spankies. i was 5'3" and harry had at least 7 inches on me. i made itlook like i was reaching toward his hand as i discreetly placed my foot behind his and used my other hand to push him over so he tripped.

i grabbed the sp[ankies and ruffled his hair as i went to pick up my clothes off the floor to change smiling slightly at the roaring laughter of the boys.

(A/N so i decided to break this chapter in two part which i will post tomorrow. hit my ask box and ask me anything and give me feedbacl! i hope you like it!!!)

[jacinda2015]

chapter 1 part 2

the boy that had started all the snickering looked at me. for a moment i was distracted by his flawless hair and beautiful green eyes. he gave me a "once over" that sent tingles down my spine. dear God....

"we were looking for simon, but we can see he is.... preoccupied" the boys all laughed at his comment.

"simon probably came wheniwas sleeping." i mused putting emphasis on the i.

i rolled my eyes and gestured for them to follow me into the foyer. i looked up to the banister of the stairs that faced the foyer and yelled " Simon!!!!"

" hey she is louder than you, lou!" i heard one of them say

" i heard that" i said not bothering to turn around. i told them to put their coats on the coat rack.

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i tapped my foot still looking up at the banister.he might be sleepingi thought to myself. simon had been coming over a lot more now that one direction had really started smashing the industry. he was always working. working too much if you asked me. i was deep i thought when i heard a door from upstairs open. simon stumbled to the banister and said

"jacinda! did you call me.... oh i see you you already met one direction! hello boys" he grinned as he ran his hands through his hair.

"yeah i called you this boys wanted to... holy crap!" i shrieked

"there she goes" louis said.

"it was nice while it lasted" niall said as i spazzed and spluttered.

i was freaking out in the worst way because i was getting light headed. the room was slowly getting dark. the last thing i remember was niall rushing ward to catch me before the comforting hands of darkness enveloped me.

[jacinda2015]

chapter 1 part 1

look im not gonna lie, im not a morning person. i never have been. i never will be. so it was not suprizing that i woke up pissed because some idiot was ringing my friggin door bell like there was no tomorrow.

i rolled out of bed and stumbled downstairs. i looked through the peep hole in the door and see this guy. WHO WAS STILL RINGING THE FRIGGIN DOOR BELL. i figured it was just these guys doing a dare because he had some of his friends with him. normally i would just leave them there but i was pissed because i was tired.

so me bieng my usual grumpy morning person self i snapped the door open and enjoyed the look of suprise that was on there faces and i even got a chuckle when doorbell guy stumbled backwards into his friends. thats what they get for bieng so friggin happy in the morning.

"where you aiming at waking the children in china because im quite sure that they heard you" i asked angrily

then doorbell guy had the nerve to say

"i was actually"

i was going to yell at him but doorbell guys friends were snickering at me.

"what" i asked them. my angry rant was pushed aside.

the one with blonde hair was completely red in the face. he glanced at me flushed even more red and looked back at the ground.

then the boy with stubble and black hair said "um well, to put it frankly you, um, you dont have any clothes on....." he trailed off

i looked down at my body. he was right i wasnt wearing any clothes. there was nothing kinky going on i just didnt like to sleep with clothes on it was uncomfortable and even if i tried they ended up coming off anyway.

i looked at the coat rack but there was nothing there but there was a white piece of cloth on the floor. i bent down ,ignoring the feeling of the guys staring at my butt, and picked it up. i shook it out and inspected it. it was my marilyn monroe shirt. i slipped it over my head and looke down . you could still see my red lace bra but whatever a shirt is better than no clothes at all. "what can i do for you now that im clothed" i looked at my bare legs "well partially clothed anyway"