#now my special eyes need to close and sleeeep

[taylorwrites]

13. Cant Sleep.

Okay, so I lied. This is part 2 to ‘Harry Turns 23′, which a lot of you seemed to like, however the whole thing is actually not finished and so there will be a part 3, although looking at my work schedule I don’t know when i will be able to finish it, but it will be soon, I promise! I hope you enjoy it!  Also, just a warning, this does including some saucy scenes so if youre not comfortable reading that kind of stuff, you have been warned!

It was around three in the afternoon when you and Gemma pulled up into the driveway of Robin and Anne’s house. You saw Harry's car parked behind Anne’s and a space behind Robins left for Gemma’s.

The engine was turned off and the two of you got out the car and walked towards the front door where Harry had opened and watched suspiciously as he saw you walk up to the door.

“What are you doing here?” He grinned, pulling you into a hug after saying his hellos to Gemma.

“Just came to hang out for a lil bit” You smiled and pulled back from him to follow Gemma into the house to say hello to Anne and Robin who were waiting at the kitchen table.

Not long later the five of you were sitting at the kitchen table each drinking a cup of tea and catching up.

“Are you guys ready to go then?” Anne asked as she took the mugs from the table and put them in the dishwasher.

“Yeah.” From Gemma and you.

“Sure am” came from Robin

“What?” Harry looked up from his lap where he was playing absentmindedly with your fingers.

“Just planned a little something for your birthday. Nothing special” said Anne as she shut the dishwasher and looked briefly around the kitchen to check that nothing was out of place before she left for the weekend.

Harry looked suspiciously around the room, narrowing his eyes at everyone before stopping at you. “What do you know?” he asked. You shook your head and pretended to zip your lips with your hand and smiled.

“Okay, I think we’re already to go. Car should be here in a moment.” And it was then did the doorbell ring and a man in a black suit stood there in front of large car.

Luggage was piled in to the car and Harry was still confused, asking questions such as “why is that suitcase here, I didn’t bring it?” and “c’mon (Y/N), tell me,” but you ignored him and got into the car sitting in between Gemma and Harry, who playfully argued the entire way to the airport. Harry noticed that you were nearing Heathrow.

“Are we going somewhere?” but there was no answer from anyone in the car. He watched as the airport passed and narrowed his eyes again as you pulled up to the gates of the runway for the private terminals. “So we are going somewhere!” Harry concluded, but yet again there was no answer from the four of you in the car that knew what was happening, just a sly grin from Gemma to you.  The car pulled up to the side of the private plane than you would be taking and the five of you got out, while the driver was talking to the pilot and unpacking the luggage from the back of the car and giving it to the loaders who were throwing it under the plane in to the hold.

The five of you boarded the plane, greeting the air stewardess before moving to the back and sitting down.

Anne, Robin and Gemma took seats at the table whereas Harry took your hand and pulled you to the sofa on the other side of the plane opposite the table. The door to the plane was shut and sealed and the engine revved up and began to move slowly towards the runway.

“C’mon, where are we going?” He whined into your ear once the plane was up in the air and level. You laughed and shrugged your shoulders before looking back over at the table to join in with the conversation. “Mum, where are we going?” Harry said firmly, trying to hide the smile he had plastered over his face.

“Gem, should we tell him?” Anne grinned and looked over at Gemma who was sitting next to Robin. She shrugged her shoulders and thought for a second. A small smile appeared on her face and nodded slightly, finally giving in to her brother who had been bothering her since they had got in the car earlier that day. “We’re spending the weekend in the Maldives!” Anne squealed, the excitement finally taking over as Robin laughed her.

Harry grinned and moved over to hug his mother in a tight squeeze murmuring a “thank you” into her ear before moving back to his seat next to you.

The flight was long, but it went quickly with Harry managing to entertain all of you as he told stories about each and everyone one of you on the place, causing some cheeks to blush and some slaps to the shoulder.

It was late when you landed, and there was a car waiting and an empty runway so that Harry would be able to move without his every move being photographed. All five of you had avoided sleep on the plane so that you would be able to sleep when you arrived and so once you had got into the car and were on the way to the villa that Anne had booked, you, Harry, Gemma and Anne nodded off in the back of the car while Robin sat up front and was talking to the driver.

You woke up for the last 20 minutes of the journey, while Harry had his head on your shoulder and was snoring gently into your ear and Gemma and Anne were whispering to each other in the back of the car. You watched out the window as the cars passed you and replied to a few messages you had; mainly your parents asking whether you had landed yet. You switched off your phone and returned to look out the window and saw that you were turning into a drive with large gates at the end. The car eventually came to a stop just as the gates shut behind you and Harry woke from the jolt of the car.

“We here?” He grumbled as he lifted his head from your shoulder and looked over the centre console of the car, squinting his eyes from the light from the front of the house.

You hummed a ‘yes’ and the five of you plus the driver left the car. You and Harry walked into the house and everyone else followed. The driver was kind enough to bring everybody’s luggage in and set it down on the floor of the hallway by the front door. Anne and Robin took a quick walk around the house with Gemma, and discussed which room would be best for people to take. They decided that Gemma would take of the rooms upstairs, Anne and Robin would take the room next to Gemma’s and that you and Harry would take the room on the ground floor. Everyone approved of this idea, and you all bid each other goodnight before going your separate ways towards each of your bedrooms.

As soon as the door to your room was shut, Harry immediately flung himself on the bed, still in his jeans and t-shirt.

You smiled, laughing a little as you walked over to him to find his eyes closed and a dopey smile lying on his lips.

“Tired?”

“Mmhm”

“C’mon then, you need to take your jeans off.” He moaned, but sat up when you sighed loudly. He made an attempt to shuffle them down his thighs but gave up with they hit his knees and he lay back down again.

“Can’t do it, too tired,” he moaned before closing his eyes again. You laughed to yourself before reaching to pull them down his legs and laying them over the arm of a chair that sat in the corner of the room. Harry had taken off his t-shirt by then and had thrown it to the floor, landing it next to the chair. You picked it up and placed it over the jeans and made your way back over to the side of the bed that Harry hadn’t claimed for himself. He was lying on his side, watching you undress yourself, his eyes bright and his mouth droopy but a dopey smile was still there. He followed your body around the room with his eyes and watched as you dropped to the floor beside the suitcase and fished out one of the Harry's older t-shirts, one that you had claimed for yourself, and slipped it over your head as you walked back over to the room after having shut the curtains and the shutters behind them and switching on the air conditioning so that the two of you didn’t bake in the night.

You pulled back the thin sheets that covered the bed and slid under, setting your phone on the bedside table and taking your glasses off for the day. Harry moved his body to be closer to yours; however he was still lying on the sheets rather than under it, with you.

“Harry, you have to get under the sheet.” Whispering, you laughed and he groaned again. “C’mon, I want a cuddle,” and he groaned again.

“You can cuddle me and I can still be here” he reason and still didn’t move from his position on top of the sheets.

“Yeah, but I need you under the sheets with me,” and he groaned still before huffing and getting off the bed and sliding under the sheets. You shuffled over closer to his side and settled into to his neck.

It hadn’t even been ten minutes before Harry huffed, waking you up.

“I can’t sleep.” He complained, turning over to face you properly. “Gorgeous, I know you’re awake. I can’t sleeeep!” He whined again.

You opened your eyes to see his face almost touching yours. “Harry, you were literally just saying you were so tired. You were practically falling asleep, I had to force you to get changed” You complain, closing your eyes again and hoping that that would lead Harry into sleeping again.

“Yeah, but now I can’t sleep.”

“Can’t help you there, Gorgeous; just close your eyes and sleep. It’s easy.”

“Yeah, but my brain is now awake, want to do something” You sat up, pushing your hair out of your face and huffed, not for the first time that night.  Harry sat up too, crossing his legs and turning his whole body to face yours.

“Alright, what do you want to do?” You lifted your hands to rub your eyes before turning around to turn the bedside light on. He squinted and you turned back to look at him and away from the light. Harry shrugged and pushed his hair out of his face.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” Harry asked.

“I want to sleep.” You said sternly and he pouted.

“C’mon, it’s my birthday,” he tried to reason.

“Your birthday was two days ago.”

“Yeah but we’re here and so it’s my birthday until we go home.” He smirked, and leant back over you to turn the bedside light off.

“Why did you do that? I thought you wanted to do something,” you questioned and he ignored you.

“You want to sleep right?”

“Yes, but you wanted to do something.”

“And I am going to do something”

You huffed once again and lay back down in bed. You felt Harry's hands on your waist making an attempt to turn you over onto your stomach. “Harry, what are you doing?” you mumbled into the pillow your face just smushed into.

“Gonna give you a massage, aren’t I?” and he lifted himself to sit on the back of your thighs, a warm and comfortable weight. You shuddered at his cold hands as they ran up your back under the t-shirt you were wearing. “Did you bring anything, like a moisturiser?” You told him yes and he left your thighs and went over to your washbag which was sitting in the adjoining bathroom, returning with a large tub of moisturiser. “Can you take your top off? It’ll be easier.” And you flung your top to the floor, moving your arms up to rest your head on.

Harry returned to your thighs and sat down again. His hands run up and down either side of your spine, causing you to flinch from the iciness of the cream. You felt Harry shake with silent laughter when he saw. “It’ll warm up soon, my love,” and he continued to rub and work at the knots in your back. It hadn’t been long before you felt his body shift and a soft kiss on the back of your neck repeatedly. You smiled softly to yourself as you felt his body move further down your legs so that he was able to lean further and press kisses down your back before reaching the small of your back.

“What are you going, Gorgeous, that isn’t a massage.” He ignored you and continued to press kisses up and down your back. Once he reached your shoulder blades he moved to the side of your neck, knowing your weak spot and pressing kisses around it. His hands were under your stomach now, making another attempt to turn you over. You obliged and found yourself laying on the bed with Harry over your body kissing your neck roughly and your arms around his neck playing with the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck

“’love you,” he muttered into your neck. You pulled your neck back a little

“What’s this all about, Gorgeous?” He looked pouty again.

“Jus’ really happy you’re ‘ere” You kissed him lightly after that, smiling, and lay back down looking at him as he hovered over you. You closed your eyes, and he pecked your nose before watching you again.

“Are you watching me sleep?”

“I mean, I kind of got all riled up and now you’re going to sleep leaving me with a bloody stiffie, kind of had intentions for –“ You cut him off with your laughter. “Stop laughin’! I’m serious, you’re going to leave me with this all night aren’t you?” you laughed harder and he pouted. He pushed himself off of you and lay next to you for a while, listening to you take breaths heavily as you laughed still. He soon took off and went to the bathroom leaving you to calm yourself down and gather your breaths on your own. You listen to the shower run and listened to the door of the shower open and then shut as Harry got in.

You gave in and followed and entered the bathroom to find Harry in the shower trying to get himself off. He turned to look at you, blushing. “Oh come on, you’re naked, you’re only making this worse!” He said incredulously, although quietly so as not to wake the sleeping bodies above. You continued to walk towards the shower opening the door to the shower. The water from behind Harry sprayed lightly onto your body and you stepped in in front of him. Your hand went slowly up the Harry's neck while the other down his stomach and landing on his pubic bone. His breath hitched as your lips reached up and took his own, capturing them in a slow and sensual kiss. His pushed back into the kiss, using his hands to wrap around your back and pull you closer to his body. You hand curled tighter into his hair while your other crept further down and took his hard member in your hand. He moaned into your lips at the touch and bucked slightly into your hand. Your hand stroked him slowly, feeling the protruding vein and the rounded tip which was wet with the water from the shower and the leaking of pre-come.

“C’mon, this isn’t fair,” he moaned into your lips before reattaching his lips to yours and grinding his hips further into your hand. You squeezed gently at the base and he flinched again, pulling your hand up to the tip and squeezing ever to lightly once again. “Stop being so mean” He murmured again. This only spurred you on and prompted you to release Harry's hair from your hand and slide down his body as you dropped to your knees in front of him. You took his cock into your hands and licked from the base upwards, causing his eyes to roll backwards and him to moan loudly.

“Can’t be loud, gorgeous. Your mums literally just above us,” you whisper loudly and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning his head back against the tiled wall of the large shower.

You took his member between your lips and pushed him in, swirling your tongue around and sucking gently. You could hear Harry moan as quietly as he could, and thought that he might be drawing blood from biting his lip so hard. You pushed yourself forward into him, so you were able to take as much as possible into your mouth and using your hands to squeeze his balls gently and rub what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You could feel him throbbing your mouth and heard Harry whimper “Gonna come, gorgeous need to –” and he interrupted himself with a moan that echoed in the shower as he spurted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed, of course, because Harry had said in the past how sexy he thought it was when you swallowed. You stood up again, laying your hands on his chest and smile cheekily at him. He looked at you in awe, taking your lips with his again, not bothering with the fact that he could taste himself on your tongue. He switched off the shower, his lips still attached to yours and he pushed gently on the door and left the shower. He smiled drowsily at you, and you grinned at him in return. ‘Finally’ you thought ‘he’s tired’. You took his hand and he followed you into the bedroom. The two of you were still soaking wet from the shower, although that didn’t bother either of you as you slipped into the bed and tangling your bodies together before Harry finally fell asleep, leaving you to fall asleep afterwards for the both of you to sleep soundless nights.