A/N:

Okay, I think this chapter has a little more sexual content than usual? IDK it's basically the same, but not as soft (but not like extreme either lmao). Just beware if you don't like that.

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The plane - or should I say private jet - lands smoothly. The whole trip's quick, hitting little to no turbulence. Not to mention, it's great taking a flight without a crying baby. I'm in pure nirvana the whole time.

Liam specifically asked the pilot to not tell us our destination when we landed, so when I get off the jet, I'm still clueless.

It isn't until the limo - yes, limo - pulls up to an iconic place that I recognize where we are.

Las freaking Vegas.

Our hotel is one on the strip, probably super expensive. I notice that it's one penthouse-style, with several rooms. Enough for all of us to sleep in, with adjustments of course. Liam insists that he can arrange for more rooms if any of us want more privacy, but everyone declines. The rooms are practically soundproof with the thick walls, and it overall seems more fun if we all share a living space. It's not like privacy doesn't exist.

It's not too late when we enter the suite, around nine in the night. The time difference throws me off. Even though it's semi-early, I'm ready for bed.

Of course, I'm not going to be a party pooper. Instead, I get started on a pot of coffee, earning a questioning look from Louis.

"I'm tired," I say defensively.

He nods in understanding. "Honestly, make us all some. I'm sure everyone's exhausted."

I make the whole potful, then find Harry in our declared room. He grins when he sees me, standing up from the bed and pulling me into a hug. I completely melt into him.

We've been having so many issues lately, it feels so nice to not overthink for once.

"It's a nice place, yeah?"

I nod in response.

"It was hard to make reservations so last minute."

I pull away and stare in disbelief. "You knew about it then? That we're coming here?" He nods, earning a smack from me.

"Of course I knew. I wouldn't let him take you somewhere stupid or dangerous," he grins proudly. "Besides, I didn't want to ruin your surprise."

"Stupid? Where could he possibly take us that would be stupid?"

"Well, he was definitely thinking about a nudist beach."

My cheeks turn bright red. "Oh."

He chuckles at my embarrassment. "Yeah, oh." His mocking tone doesn't help. "So, this is our room for the night. That's okay, right?"

"I don't know... Zayn's bed seems pretty warm..." I smirk. This is my way of getting back at him for lying to me. Petty and immature? Yes. But, it gets the job done.

His smile drops and mischief glistens in his eyes. Before I can process what's going on, he tosses me over his shoulder.

"Harry," I squeal, squirming in his arms. "Put me down."

"Where do you wanna sleep?" He asks intimidatingly, but it doesn't scare me.

"You already know," I respond, getting lightheaded. The blood's rushing to my head. "I like the view though."

He lightly taps my butt before tossing me on to the bed. "Oh yeah? Well, you can see that all night... if you admit you want to sleep with me."

Me and my pride.

"It doesn't matter anyway, everyone else already has assigned rooms," I dramatically sigh. His eyes narrow as he shifts to hover over me. I lift my head up to kiss him, but he turns his head and gives me the cheek. "Okay okay, fine. Harry, I want to sleep in the same room as you."

He sports a smug smile and meets me halfway, our lips connecting momentarily.

"You can take the couch," I joke.

His smile drops again, making me cackle. He defeatedly rolls over and lays beside me. "You're terrible at being affectionate."

"Yeah, but you force it out of me, and I think you prefer that," I tease, pinching his nose. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm.

"You're not wrong." His smirk forms dimples on the sides of his mouth. "C'mon, the night is young." He hops out the bed, reaching his arm out for me. I gladly take it, pulling myself up.

~~~

"Nope, I am not wearing this," I yell through the dressing room door. Groans can be heard from the other side, but I ignore it. "Hell no."

The door jiggles, the girls trying to get me to open up. "Please, let's just see!"

"Nope. I look stupid."

"If you did, we'd tell you! Please?" Sophia pleads, knocking nonstop on the door. I brace myself and open the door with shut eyes. If they have a bad initial reaction, I'd rather not see.

"Fuck," Eleanor whispers. I open my eyes, not being able to tell from their voices. Her mouth's wide open, and Sophia is grinning at me like an idiot.

I nervously bite my lip, waiting for a verbal reaction.

"You HAVE to buy it!" Sophia squeals, giving me a once over. Eleanor eagerly agrees, nodding her head.

"I look dumb."

"No! You look hot. I can't even imagine Harry's reaction..." Sophia trails, a huge smirk on her face. My cheeks burn at the thought of him.

"I'll think about it," I huff, closing the door to change. Before doing so, I take a look in the mirror. The pink bikini I'm wearing is something I'd never wear. I'm more of a one-piece type, or even something that's more modest than the triangles covering my boobs.

Then I think about Harry's reaction...

I know he'd love it, but I also know he wouldn't let me leave the house with it on.

After changing, I gather all the pieces and walk out of the fitting room. "I'll buy it, but I'm buying something more modest with it, just in case."

Both girls grin and high-five each other. I pick up a bandeau style top that'll match the bottoms. I go to buy all three articles, but Sophia beats me into paying. She holds up the card and tells me that Liam instructed her to use his card to pay for everything.

I object, but it seems that I don't have a say in the matter. The cashier takes the card faster than a dog stealing food from the table.

"I'm SO excited for the pool. Apparently it's reserved just for us! Can you imagine?" I laugh. They obviously don't share my enthusiasm. "Sorry, I'm not used to these weird privileges you have."

"And that's what we love about you," Eleanor encouragingly smiles before looping her arm through mine, Sophia joining on the other side of me. We practically skip to the boys, who we left in the food court. We figured it would be better to leave them with food.

"Finally," Harry dramatically groans when he sees us. "That took ten years."

"Don't worry, it'll be worth it," Sophia winks. I elbow her in the gut. She groans and unhooks her arm from mine. Liam joins her side, kissing her on the side of the head.

"Shall we?" He grins, leading the way back to the hotel. Luckily everything's super close, so we walk back. We don't worry about unwanted attention because everyone's practically drunk. Besides, Las Vegas is full of celebrity impersonators. No one will give a second glance to us.

When we enter the penthouse, we all go to our respective rooms to change. Louis reminds everyone to meet at the pool so we aren't waiting on the slower people.

I'm grateful for this. I would feel so guilty having everyone wait on me, especially because I'm anticipating a while before I'm ready to go.

Sophia sends a wink and nudges me before walking into her room at the end of the hallway.

I awkwardly go into my room, putting the bags on the bed. Harry emerges from the en-suite, his swim shorts already hanging low from his waist. The only other thing he's wearing is his cross necklace, which he barely takes off.

"I'm just gonna change in there." My voice is high-pitched as I scurry into the bathroom with the bathing suit. I don't know why I'm making such a big deal. I could just wear the safe option and avoid the situation all together...

But it would be a waste of money if I didn't...

A drink sounds great about now. I could use the courage.

Okay, just suck it up.

I slip the top and bottom on, happy I didn't undo the ties from the store. It would ruin my little "surprise."

I take a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. I frown when I'm met with an empty bedroom.

Did he leave without me?

Frustrated, I start looking for my phone. I left it somewhere in here. I check every spot, in the blankets, drawers, tables.

I'm checking the bedside drawer when I hugged from behind. I freeze in my tracks.

"Do you really think I'd let you go like that?" A hot breath whispers in my ear, making every bone in my body shudder. One of his hands is firmly placed against my stomach while the other pulls the string, making my top come undone.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't wear," I say once I find my voice. I'm a little surprised at how stern and confident I sound, the opposite of how I feel.

His heavy breathing tickles my ear. "I mean you can wear whatever you want, but I will fuck you right then and there."

My breath hitches at his vulgar words. He's usually not this blunt.

It's making me hot and bothered.

He then undoes the tie around my neck, making the piece drop to the floor. I turn in his arms to face him.

He doesn't look as calm as he sounds. His eyes are wide and full of lust. His pinks lips are slightly parted and his breathing is heavy. I can feel his pounding heart.

"Fuck, you look so..."

"What?" I force him to spit it out.

He bites his lip, giving me a once over. "Unbelievably sexy."

I would normally shy away at this point, but the girls' earlier words and the look in his eyes only boost my confidence.

"So what I'm hearing is... no pool?" I smirk, definitely noticing his bulge.

He groans. "Not yet, especially not when you look like this." His hands rub up and down my sides.

His lips feverishly meet mine, and I smile into the kiss. His reaction is a lot less angry than I expected, but definitely hornier.

"Everyone's outside," I remind him when he pushes me toward the bed. He pulls away and pops his head out of the door. After checking, he gives me the all-clear. He stealthily locks the door and nearly pounces on me.

He wastes no time in undressing. He finds my bikini bottom amusing, untying the strings instead of sliding them down like a normal person.

Usually, I'd find it annoying, considering it's so hard to retie it, but it's really hot.

Hovering above me, he slides in with a fresh condom on. I moan, then cover my mouth with my hand. He removes it and puts it to the side of my head. "No one's here," he reminds me.

Thank God for that.

Harry acts like a new man. Usually, he's sweet during sex, making sure I'm okay, but tonight's different.

While his heavy thrusting, he leans down and whispers dirty things into my ear. "You feel so fucking tight tonight."

My nails can't help but scratch his back, having no other way to control the overwhelming sensation.

"If it were up to me, I'd fuck you on every surface in this penthouse."

As much as I hate to admit it, dirty talk is such a turn on.

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I whisper filthy things to you?" he whispers intensely, nearly sending me off with pleasure. I nod weakly, not being able to speak. "You're always so wet for me baby," he adds after seeing my reaction. His hand momentarily enters me in place of his dick. He pulls his finger out and sucks on it, then enters his member back in.

Fuck me, that was hot.

Feeling bold, I decide to add my own words. "And you're always so hard for me."

"Fuck," he moans, burying his head into my shoulder. I wrap my legs around him in an attempt to get even deeper. He groans from the back of his throat. I take this as a good sign.

Immense pleasure is rippling through me. I pant Harry's name, begging him to go faster, deeper.

He changes positions, temporarily disconnecting. He stands on the edge of the bed and pulls me so my legs dangle off it. He encourages me to wrap my legs around him, his hard dick entering me without hesitation. Then, he thrusts me into me while simultaneously rubbing my clit.

The new sensation is overwhelming. The pleasure is too much to handle.

"I'm going to come Harry," I yelp before tightening my legs. He continues the pace, but sends rougher thrusts. It's enough to make me climax. I squeeze my eyes shut, nearly collapsing from the pleasure.

I bite my lip, trying not to scream his name. He takes one look at me, sends one last thurst, then stiffens. I feel the warmth inside me, even with a condom on.

He loosens up, bending down to meet me in a sweet kiss.

I untangle myself from him and try to control my breathing. I lay on the bed, panting my lungs out. Harry seems to be just out of breath, which is surprising. Usually, he has trouble breathing, but fixes himself quickly. I seem to have tired him out this time.

"That was fucking hot," he grins, pulling the full condom out and throwing it in the bathroom trash.

You're telling me.

"Do you like that? Dirty talk?" I meekly ask.

He chuckles as he comes back into the room. "As much as you do baby."

I awkwardly sit up. "You can... you know... do it more often. You don't have to be so cautious during sex."

He raises his brows. He's trying to hide his amusement, I can tell. "Do you have a kink?"

I groan, falling back and covering my red face.

He chuckles again, joining me in bed and wrapping his arms around me. "It's hot Ellie. I just get nervous with you. I can't tell what you like and don't like. That's why I'm always so..."

"Nice?"

I uncover my face. He thinks about it for a second, then nods. "Yeah, nice I guess. I just don't want to hurt you."

I nearly scoff. "I'm not that fragile. Do your worst, I can always stop you if I'm uncomfortable."

His eyes darken. "Trust me, you don't want my worst."

"We'll ease into it," I say hesitantly, not wanting to get myself into anything crazy. "Uh, what about the others?"

"You still wanna go? Even though I tried so hard to get you out of that top?" He playfully gasps.

I roll my eyes. "I wasn't going to wear that. I just wanted to see your reaction."

He gives me an amused grin. "You have something else? I thought you were serious about me not dictating what you wear."

"I mean..." I untangle myself from his arms and stand up, looking for my bikini bottom. "I'm sort of serious about that, but trust me, I wouldn't wear that around anyone else." I find the second top I bought and pull it over my head. Once it's secure around my boobs, I gesture for Harry to come.

He gives me a questioning look before noticing me awkwardly holding my bottoms in place. His mouth forms an 'o' shape and he pulls up his swim trunks.

"Tie this please?" I ask sweetly. He kneels down, grabbing the string and skillfully tying it. I'm a little impressed by the effort, especially when he double-knots it. He grabs my thigh and places a gentle kiss on it. I giggle and turn to the other side, having him do the same. He ties it then places another kiss.

After, he grabs my waist and forces me straight in front of him. He places sloppy kisses on my stomach, making me laugh. His lashes tickle me as he playfully kisses, grinning against my skin. I force him to stop by pulling him up. I scrunch my nose before kissing him longingly on his lips.

I don't allow this to turn into a french kiss because once the tongue enters, we'll never leave this room.

"Okay buddy, let's go," I pat him on his chest. "Hmm, not as firm as before."

His jaw hangs open. His eyes narrow at me, then his hands defensively go to his stomach.

"I'm kidding babe, you're still my strong and muscular man, okay?" I grin, wrapping an arm around his torso. We're almost to the suite door when he stops in his tracks. He holds up a finger, jogging back to the room.

He comes back, holding his t-shirt up. I'm confused until he tosses it to me. "Unless you want everyone ogling you on the way."

I gratefully take it and pull it over my body. He pulls me close as we walk into the elevator. Apparently we have to take it to the top floor, then take a set of stairs to the actual roof.

When we reach, the door's locked. He knocks and waits for someone to come, giving me a kiss on the head.

Sophia opens the door and yells, "look who finally decided to show up!" She moves aside, letting us walk through. Everyone yells their greetings as we near.

She tugs me away from my soulmate. He doesn't even mind, going to greet his friends with a handshake.

"So, did he like it?" She excitedly asks. I laugh, pulling the shirt off and throwing it on the side. I take a seat on the ledge, my feet dangling in the water. Sophia joins, sitting next to me. Eleanor swims over, a huge grin on her face.

"Uh, he definitely liked the top," I giggle.

"Ellie, catch!" Niall yells, tossing me a can of White Claw. I catch it with ease and hold on until it de-fizzes.

"Why aren't you wearing it now? Oh my God... did he rip it off your body?" Sophia gasps, eyes wide.

I laugh in amusement. "No, oh my gosh." Eleanor joins in my laughter. "It was way too scandalous to wear in public. Before you guys lecture me about letting someone else control what I wear, it was my choice."

"That's why you bought that?" Eleanor gestures to the piece on my chest. I nod in confirmation. "You're smart. If you didn't, then you wouldn't have come out with us... not that Harry would mind."

I open my can, ignoring her innuendo. After taking a sip, I look around. I didn't even notice the view until now.

"Wow," I gasp. The edges of the building are surrounded by a glass barrier, protecting us from dangerous falls. The city lights can be seen from all around, including the knock-off Eiffel tower and Ferris wheel. The light are different here. They're bright and colorful. The city is far from sleeping, crowds of people roaming below us.

I chug the rest of the drink and put the can on the side. I pull my brown hair into a bun above my head and fully submerge into the pool. Eleanor giggles, splashing me in the face. I childishly splash her back.

Sophia stands up and backs away from the pool. Eleanor and I share a confused look before our eyes widen in panic. We distance ourselves as much as possible before impact.

A soaking Sophia grins at us, proud that she made a huge splash.

"You could have killed us," I whine.

She mockingly scrunches her face. "You're so dramatic."

We all swim toward the boys, who are huddled in the corner. They're all drinking beers and eating pizza. I shake my arm to get rid of the wetness before grabbing a slice. Niall smacks my arm away, protecting the food.

"What's the magic word?" His mouth is full of food.

I try not to gag at the sight. "You carried the band's career on your back." Satisfied, he smiles and lets me grab a slice. Niall and I worked out a deal. As long as I tell him he was the best member of One Direction, he'll do what I say. The other boys look offended, but I happily chew on my slice.

"Uh, what?" Zayn asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oye mate, you're one to talk. You're barely even part of the band," Liam points out.

"I said what I said," I swallow. That's another part of the deal. I can't deny the information after I've said it, or else he has the right to revoke whatever I took. I'm not risking this heavenly slice.

"You heard the woman now stop pestering her," Niall's Irish accent jumps out. He pats me on the head.

I notice Harry playfully glaring at me. I shrug. He grins and shakes his head, his curls flopping around his eyes.

"How come you guys haven't come in?" I notice they're all dry, their legs being the only wet body part.

"Yeah," Sophia grins, grabbing Liam's hand and pulling him in. We all flinch from the splash.

"I'm going to kill you," Liam laughs once his head pops to the surface. She squeals as he picks her up and launches her across the pool.

I laugh so hard I snort. Eleanor threateningly looks at Louis. He shrugs, getting in without a fight. She then points her gaze toward Zayn.

"Hell no, I just did my hair," he half-laughs, gesturing to his gelled hair.

She thinks about it for a second before turning to Niall. The poor blond stands up so fast and runs to the opposite of the floor. She takes it seriously, climbing out of the pool to chase him. I watch in amusement as Niall barely escapes her grasp.

I fold my arms on the ledge and put my chin on them. "Oh, what a shame no one's here to pull me in the pool," Harry dramatically sighs. I roll my eyes before Zayn smirks, giving his friend a push.

Harry doesn't even process what's going on before he splashes in the pool. I try to hide my laugh, but can't. I nearly double over, clearly annoying Harry. He uses the distraction to pull Zayn's ankle, making him submerge in the water.

During my cackles, they start a splash war. Everyone joins, hitting each other with the most water. Even Niall gets in, but by his own will.

In all the chaos, I don't even realize Harry swimming toward me. He grins, pushing himself on me. I wrap my legs around him and push his wet hair out of his eyes. My arms circle around his neck and we just stare at each other.

I almost forget there's a whole pool of people watching us. Almost.

His lips meet mine in a lingering kiss, nothing too scandalous.

I rest my forehead against his, staring deeply into his green orbs.

The moment lasts for mere seconds but feels like a lifetime. Everything's perfect until our friends circle us, all simultaneously splashing water at us.

Way to ruin the moment.