This is a very sad day. The news of Izzy Tomlinson's passing has shocked us to the core. Such a young a beautiful person.

It's been hard to be in the right frame of mind to write. But I still feel I owe you all kind people for my lack of updates during February.

There's also the fact that many of us find solace from the harsh realities of life and the world, by losing ourselves in books and stories. So, here we go once again with Bliss & Harry

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Thirty-Two

A completely naked Harry Styles was lying next to me, with his arms wrapped around my body.

I was completely naked too, but at the moment it was all right with. My natural shyness and self-consciousness hadn't made an appearance. Instead, I was filled with that spectacular after sex glow.

Let me tell you, people, that after coital feeling is absolutely amazing. If science discovers a way to bottle it up, it'd sell out in seconds, it'll be the cure for many, many ailments. But I'm guessing you already know this, and if you don't what are you doing sitting here and reading? Go out and get laid.

Sorry, It wasn't my intention to tell you off. Please do whatever makes you happy.

And for me, what makes me happy, is doing Harry.

Because, of course, if your boyfriend isn't very skilled in the sack, and you don't orgasm, then the after sex feeling might be more like a relieve feeling, the kind you get when the bell rings signaling the end of class and your professor's boring lecture. If that feeling gets bottled up and sold, I wouldn't recommend buying it. But then again, whatever makes you happy.

"I've got something to confess," Harry said.

"I'm listening," I told him, preparing myself. Surely this was the time when Harry was going to own up to some deviant sexual behavior, he was a rock star after all. And isn't it the mark of any rock-star worth his salt to indulge in strange sexual practices, preferably under the influence of expensive liquor and custom made hard drugs? But then again, this was Harry, and he was the epitome of kindness and good behavior, maybe his kinks weren't too extreme. Perhaps he was going to ask me to lick his feet, not have a threesome. And he had lovely, clean feet, not the gruesome kind with thick calluses and ingrown toenails.

"I like to sleep naked" Harry announced.

"Oh," I answered. This was a bit of a letdown.

"And I'd like you to sleep with me, of course," he carried on, "but if you're uncomfortable I can wear clothes. I must have a set of pajamas somewhere."

"That's Ok, Harry," I answered, "you don't have to change your sleeping habits for me."

"Bliss Clarke, this has been the best night of my life," Harry said, cuddling me closer to him.

"Mine also, Harry," I told him. "But if you don't mind, I'd like to wear something whilst we sleep."

"Sure, baby," he replied "help yourself to any one of my tee-shirts you like."

"I do have my own sleep clothes, Harry"

"I don't doubt it, baby. But it'd mean you going all the way down the hallway to your room to retrieve them, and I don't want to be alone without you for even a second."

Laughing at his comment, I picked up a black tee with "Treat People With Kindness" written on white Harry had worn in the morning, and was lying on top of his night table.

"The only thing hotter than seeing you in my clothing is seeing you without any clothes on, Bliss," Harry said.

I blushed, buried myself on his chest and fell sleep with a very contented smile on my face. Right now, at this very moment, I felt like the luckiest woman on Earth.

Next morning a bird woke me up, had Harry opened the window to let a bird in? I could hear a distinct chirping sound, and I could also feel a bird pecking at my temple. Reluctantly I opened my eyes to find Harry tapping at my head with one of his extremely long fingers whilst whistling bird sounds and suppressing a giggle.

"Harry!!" I yelled, aghast, "what are you doing?"

"Well, I've always wanted to sleep in the middle of a forest, like they do in movies, with a beautiful woman in my arms and wake up to birds singing. This is the closest thing to my dream." He said with a gleeful tone.

"Oh, Harry cut it out. It's annoying."

"It's not. It's romantic."

"Believe me, when it's your head the one that's being pecked at, it is the farthest thing from romantic."

"Sorry baby," he said, peppering my face with kisses, "I'm just full of energy today."

"More energy than normal?" I asked, intrigued. Harry was a very energetic morning person. Any more energy from him, than his regular dose, would imply an extremely hazardous situation.

"Yes, I feel like could swim from here to London," he declared. "but maybe you could help me work out some of it?"

He leaned into me and began kissing my neck whilst his hands succeeded in peeling the tee shirt I was wearing off my body. "Great! No knickers and no bra" he laughed.

"Harry, wait!" I said pushing him away.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I have morning breath, let me brush my teeth and then we'll take care of your extra energy."

"Mmm, okay but only if you take the shirt off. Watching you brush your teeth in the nude will be a highly erotic experience."

"For you, maybe! I'll be mortified!" I said running towards the ensuite. But of course, he had longer legs and was faster than me. I didn't stand a chance.

"Harry, please let me lock the door." I pleaded.

"You can lock the door, baby, but I'll remain inside next to you" he smirked.

"But I need to use the loo" I explained.

"Oh, baby, no need to be embarrassed, I had that part of you in my mouth yesterday." He shot back at me.

"You're impossible."

"Fine, baby, lock the door. I'll be waiting when you come out."

True to his word Harry was lying on the bed, waiting for me with a full on erection when I came out.

"It's good to know I've been missed." I teased him.

"Come here, baby, it's eleven o'clock already, and we need to be at The Greek Theatre in an hour."

I ran into bed and into his outstretched arms. He pulled to his chest, turned me over and climbed on top of my back.

"You've got the cutest little arse, love" he murmured into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He kissed my earlobe, and sucked my neck, proceeding in this fashion down my spine. When he reached my bum, he squeezed if firmly before gliding his fingers inside me, in a matter of seconds I was overcome with pleasure. Aren't morning orgasms the best thing ever?

"Baby, we've got to go soon, gotta be quick. Can you please lick my dick before I come inside you?" He asked. "I'll make sure you come too."

I did as he asked, and slid my tongue along his hard shaft, grabbing and pulling his balls. He moaned and whined. It felt so good to get that reaction out of him.

Feeling more confident, this time I reached for the condom and with a bit of help from him fitted it into his cock. He rushed into me, kissing and tugging at my boobs, whilst he held my left nipple with his teeth I felt a second orgasm coming, he thrusts gained speed, as I moaned "Haaaarry" and he released into me.

We cuddled for a little while but the alarm on his phone started beeping "Time to dress, pack our things for the day and go, baby" he said, planting one last kiss on my lips. "We'll have our workout and breakfast there."

Forty-five minutes later we arrived at the Greek Theatre. I just wore my work out clothes since that was the first activity planned for the day. Later I'd be having breakfast in the venue with the band, and showering and changing in Harry's dressing room since he had offered it. I felt a rush of excitement at the high-paced live I was leading at the moment.

"I wish you could walk around the venue naked," Harry said when he caught me coming out of his shower.

"Harry, you're such a pervert"

"I'm not, I just love your sexy body. But, come to think of it it's a good thing you have to wear clothes in public. I don't want anybody else seeing my girls attributes."

I just laughed at the silly grin on his face and began putting on the lace dress I had chosen for the day. I had decided a dress was the best option since there'd be a party afterward, and I wasn't sure if I'd get a chance to change outfits. I'd ask for Lou's help with hair and makeup later.

"Listen, baby," Harry said reaching for my hand. "I wanted to talk to you about taking a few days off working in the tour journal."

"Sure, if that's what you want" I answered. I knew it! I'd slept with him and now he was going to fire me. He didn't want me anymore.

"It's just that the next few days will be crazy. We travel to Las Vegas tomorrow for the iHeart Music Festival, and Louis and Niall will be there to perform also. We've planned to get together and hang out. I haven't seen them in ages."

"Will I meet Louis Tomlinson?" I said, excitedly, way too excitedly.

"That was the plan," Harry answered "but you sound too eager, I'm getting jealous. I won't let Louis near you."

"You have nothing to worry about," I said placing my arms around his waist and giving his lips a quick peck.

"Good to know," he said, cuddling me back.

"And then we'll go to Nashville, where I want to visit local guitar shops." He explained. "Let's retake the writing when we hit Chicago."

"Sure," I said, "besides I want to get me some cowboy boots whilst in Nashville."

"I'll get you the best boots available" he offered.

"I can get my own, you know."

"I'm paying you too much. I'll have to cut your salary"

I playfully punched him in the arm. He grabbed my fist and kissed it.

"I'll keep on writing though," I told him "otherwise I might forget something important. I should buy a camera, so I can document things. It'll be easier to write looking at the recordings."

"I can help you there baby," Harry said, opening one of his carryalls and pulling out a brand new camera Canon EOS 70D, still in the package, "here you go."

"Oh, Harry, this is too much. I can't accept it, you haven't even opened it."

"Don't make a fuss, baby. I bought it in an airport a while back, I had forgotten I had it until you mentioned needing a camera. Consider it a part of your job equipment, as your boss I insist you use it."

"It looks intimidating," I said looking wearily a the camera.

"It's really easy to use, let me show"

Harry opened the camera and taught me the basics. It was a lovely piece of equipment, the type Zoella or Tanya Burr might use.

"Let's get some practice" Harry suggested, handing me the camera, "I'll pose for you"

I proceeded to point the camera to Harry's lovely face and sexy body, whilst he made silly faces and danced a little.

"I think you are ready for a bigger challenge" he declared, grabbing my hand "let's go."

Harry escorted me through the venue, whilst I practiced filming the crew setting up things on stage. I also got a good deal of practice filming Harry's sound check.

Soon it was time for Harry to get ready for stage. That night he wore a lovely blue flower suit with a black shirt. Harry's dressing room was crowed, the whole of CHASM was there, as were Lou Teasdale and Lambert. Anne and Gemma had arrived as well.

I got to meet Jeff Azoff's girlfriend, Glenne. Jeff's parents, Irving and Shelli, had joined the group. Harry was hopping from one person to another. He let out a loud yell as he greeted and cuddled Niall Horan, I was introduced and dragged into their cuddle. "Glad to finally meet Harry's writer love," he said, "he used to drive us crazy on tour talking about your blog."

Stevie Nicks and Mick Fleetwood showed up to congratulate Harry. Sarah, Harry's drummer, almost passed out at meeting Fleetwood Mac's mighty drummer. I was happy to use my new found skills at the camera to film the whole thing.

Harry's performance in Los Angeles Greek Theater was a rotund success. That man was born for the stage. The fans cried and laughed with him, he had them singing every single lyric along with him, clapping and dancing their hearts out.

This time Harry wouldn't be rushing off the theatre after his performance since there were some more friends and people he needed to say hello that hadn't managed to make their way backstage before the show. So it was agreed that I'd ride with Anne and Gemma and wait for Harry at the party venue.

"Ready to go, Bliss?" Anne asked after the show.

"Sure, Anne," I answered reaching for my things. My rucksack felt unusually light, so I looked into it and found I had forgotten to pack my new camera. "Just wait for a second, I need to get my camera. I left it in Harry's dressing room."

I ran backstage to retrieve my camera. I planned on making a quick getaway since Harry for sure would be busy with all the people he had to greet.

When I arrived to the dressing room, it was surprisingly quiet. I opened the door carefully, afraid of disturbing anybody, and found the room was almost empty but for Harry and a blonde long-haired woman. They were kissing.

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Things just went from happy to complicated for Bliss.

What is Harry doing? Hopefully we'll find out more on the next chapter.

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