Ellie's P.O.V

Days have passed since that night of pure bliss. I've fallen back into my routine of work.

I haven't been able to see Harry for days, mainly because of my schedule. By the time I'm off work, I'm exhausted. 

We've been texting nonstop since then.

H <3: I'll pick you up from work tonight.

Me: My mom's working tonight.

My heart flutters every time his name pops up on my phone. 

A pair of arms grips my waist and I get a kiss on the cheek. Drew smiles at me and offers help with my section.

I accept his help and we have a harmless conversation.

I try to keep things casual with him, but also not make things suspicious. 

I may or may not have told him I have mono. I lie and say it's from sharing an alcohol bottle at his party. 

You have to admit, it's pretty smart. I just fake a cough once in a while.

When my shift comes to an end, I give Drew a hug goodbye. 

As I'm walking out, I keep my eyes out for that tall and mysterious figure. 

Once we meet, he pulls me into a hug and growls, "I don't like the way he looks at you." I roll my eyes. Of course he doesn't. I just pat him on the butt instead of arguing. 

Once we're to his car, I basically jump him. His windows are super tinted, I don't even think it's legal.

I'm straddling him in the driver's seat. We take turns kissing each other's body. 

When it's my turn, I make sure to grind my hips on him as I kiss him intensely.

He grabs my hips to force them to stop. "It's not funny," he strains. His dick thinks otherwise.

Don't worry, I have full intention to help him out. Of course, he's just going to have to wait. 

He pushes me off of him and tells me to buckle up. He speeds to his hotel and tosses his keys to the valet once we reach. I apologize for his behavior, but am dragged away by Harry, who seems to be in a rush. 

He pushes the elevator call button a million times, as if it's going to make it come faster. 

"Fuck it," he mumbles before yanking me towards to stairs. I yelp in surprise and try to keep up with him.

I'm not about to go up twenty flights of stairs. 

"Harry, I'm not going all the way up there," I say gasping for air after the 5th flight. He seems to realize that it's not ideal. We make it to the elevator on that floor.

Lucky for us, it's empty.

If you watch Grey's Anatomy, you know the best makeout sessions happen in the elevator. Well, they're not wrong.

It's intense until we reach a floor that's before ours. An older woman walks in, and we awkwardly stand in the back of the elevator. 

Harry's basically squirming at this point. 

We finally get to our floor, and we zoom past the old lady. She mumbles something about disrespect, but we're too excited to care.

Harry fumbles with the keycard for a second. The poor dude.

Once we're in, he wastes no time in picking me up. He carries me to the bed. Instead of him being on top, I instruct him to sit. He does as he's told and looks at me in shock when I straddle him, just like in the car.

I figure that I need to get him a little excited.

Our lips touch and sparks fly. I skillfully grind my hips around his member.

C-O-C-O-N-U-T

I spell that out mentally as I mimic the letters.

He moans and begs me to stop. I help him take off his shirt, and start placing kisses over this chest. His breathing intensifies. Once I get to his bellybutton, his breath hitches in this throat. I decide to mark him there. Our little secret.

I unzip his pants and slide them down just enough for me to reach his bulge. Before I'm able to take off his boxers, he stops me. 

I'm super confused, especially because he seems to be enjoying. 

He tosses me his shirt and says, "put his on."

I decide to tease him a little more. Instead of putting it on over my clothes, I strip into my underwear, then proceed to pull the shirt over my head. 

"Fuck El," he moans as I come back onto the bed.

I instruct him to lie flat. His boxers slide down and his penis flings out. He closes his eyes, expecting my hands. When he feels my lips on them, he jerks up in shock. "What-" 

I shush him and start doing my thing.

You see, I've never given a blowjob before. I wanted to surprise Harry, so I looked up videos and tips on how to. The biggest thing is NOT using teeth.

I try to remember the maneuvers and gauge his reaction.  When things got too intense, he would push my head back up to kiss.

He kept saying, "not yet."

I remember hearing someone say that the balls are often neglected during a blowjob, but it can give immense pleasure. 

With my lips on his dick, I begin playing with his balls. At first, I do random movements, but eventually, I find out what he likes.

"El, I'm gonna come," he warns between moans. I replace my mouth with my hand and instruct him to sit up. 

I lie down and pull my shirt up. "I want you to cum on me."

Just saying that does something to Harry. "Fuck," he moans while grabbing his cock. It takes two strokes for the liquid to ooze out. 

The warm liquid squirts over my stomach. "Oh yes baby," I coo while he finishes. 

He wastes no time in getting on top of me and furiously kissing me. I tug at his hair, loving what it does to him. He groans at every slight pull. 

His dick is dangerously close to my vagina, with just a small fabric covering us. 

I use one hand to push his sweaty curls away from his face. 

Once we're done, he uses his t-shirt to wipe the cum off my stomach. 

That's hot.

We lie in each others arms for a while, trying to relax our breathing.

"You make a man not want to leave." He sighs, playing with the ends of my hair. 

Puzzled, I look up at him for clarification.

"I have to leave tonight." He explains. I pout. "I know baby, but I kinda dropped my tour to come here. The fans are pissed. They deserve a concert."

He's right. "I wish you told me sooner," I sigh.

"I know, but we barely saw each other." His thumb traces my cheekbones. "When I come back, I have a list of dates planned."

My heart is going to explode. "What?"

He grins, "Yeah. I want to figure out what my favorite color is with you."

"Oh Harry, I could kiss you forever." I giggle. That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. 

"Me too," he whispers. "I have a collection of t-shirts for you to wear while I'm gone. They better smell like you when I come back."

"Okay, I won't shower until you come back," I tease. He crinkles his nose and fakes disgust. 

"I'm going to miss you."

I smile and reply, "not as much as I will. At least you've got plenty of girlfriends there." It's a joke, but deep down I'm jealous.

His eyes darken once again, and he rolls over so quick and pins me under him. "Don't do anything with that Drew kid."

I scoff. "I'm not some desperate whore who'll sleep with any living thing. I've held off for so long, I think I'll be fine."

His grip loosens and eyes soften. "That's not what I meant..." His brows furrow out of frustration. 

"I know." I fake a smile. 

Even though I try to hide it, that reaction hurt.