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Omg, 

I accidentally deleted the whole chapter, it made me angry.

I had to rewrite it. 

It would mean the world to me if you could vote and comment.

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adjective:(adjective)

showing or exercising mercy. "William did not believe in being merciful to those who fought against him." -synonyms: forgiving, compassionate, gracious, lenient, clement, pitying, forbearing, humane, mild, soft-hearted, tender-hearted, kind, kindly, sympathetic; patient, humanitarian, liberal, easy-going, permissive, tolerant, indulgent, generous, magnanimous, beneficent, benign, benignant, benevolent. "she pleads for Titus to be merciful and spare her son."

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"Boy, you're my lucky star. I wanna walk on your wavelength, and be there when you vibrate.
For you, I risk it all." 

Song - E.T

Artist - Katy Perry

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Joe

"I'm taking you home to see your mother."

I part my lips to say something, but nothing comes out, it's like I lost the ability to speak. 

So, instead, I climb onto his lap, and wrap my arms around his neck, I pull his head down; connecting our lips.

Ignoring the pain from my ribs, I deepen the kiss by forcing my tongue inside of his mouth this causes him to groan. His hands held my hips but one dips beneath the material of my panties, it's my turn to moan as he inserts a finger inside me.

"Harry," I gasp, pulling away from him. He proceeds to kiss my neck while his finger works magic in my body. I gasp again when he inserts another finger, his fingers curl while they thrust in and out. "Oh my god," 

"Come for me babygirl," He whispers against my neck, sucking the skin. It doesn't take long for my walls to tighten and pleasure rips through me. "That's it, Joe, let go."

And I do.

I'm seeing fucking stars, I didn't even notice Harry had removed his fingers from me and I was being carried towards a door at the back of the seated area. 

"Harry-"

"Shhh, I'm gonna to fuck that tight little pu-"

"Mr Styles, Ms Hemmings, the Pilot has instructed me to let you know, we're about to take off." I look over Harry's shoulder to see a young air hostess standing near at an opened door that looks like it leads to the crew's cabin. "Please take a seat."

Harry huffs. "Alright thank you," he tells the woman, I can't help but wonder if she saw him fingering me. "I'm still going to fuck you," He whispers.

"Harry!" I chuckle.

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Thirty minutes into the flight and Harry is softly snoring on the chair next to me, his head is resting against my right shoulder. 

I take this moment to take in Harry's features, his hair has grown a lot since we first started dating, it's still short but long enough for me to tug. His dimples are visible if you look close enough.

But, fuck me, he's so handsome.

"Ms? Would you like anything to drink?" The same air hostess says, walking over with a notepad in her hand. I can't help but notice the way her eyes scan Harry's body from head to toe, it's like she's eye raping him.

I cough causing her head to turn to my direction. "No, I'm fine." My tone is harsh, but I couldn't care less.

"If you need anything, there's a buzzer over there near the door," She points out. "Also, if you get sleepy there is a bedroom and a shower for you to freshen up." With that, she turns on her heel and exits through a door I'm guessing is where the flight crew are. 

I huff in annoyance, I can't stand when girls look at Harry like that, it fucking pisses me off. Slowly I peel myself out of Harry's grasp, he grumbles to himself but luckily he's still asleep. 

When I stand up using my crutches Harry's hand feel for me, I'm afraid he's going to wake up, so I grab a pillow off a chair and place it where I was just sitting. I giggle to myself as Harry's hands find the pillow and he snuggles with it, thinking it's me.

I can't believe Harry's taking me home, I keep thinking about my mum and how she just left me, not to mention Luke. People I love always end up leaving me, one way or another, and that scares me.

I take a look over my shoulder at Harry, he's still in a deep sleep. Sighing, I slowly walk into the bedroom, my eyes land on a king sized bed in the middle of the room.

"Holy shit," I gasp when I walk into the bathroom. 

It's like a hotel. 

How the hell can Harry afford all of this? 

Standing in front of a mirror, I peel the shirt off me and glance at my body. Some of the bruises from my incident have faded, while others have become worse, like the ones on my ribs.

Purple and red bruises cover my His Territory tattoo, it's still swollen as well. I run my hand over my ribs causing me to flinch. 

How could Harry still love me when I look like this? 

I feel tears forming in my eyes.

How can Harry love me when my life is so fucked up? 

How-

"Joe?" I turn my head towards the bathroom door, Harry stumbles through it, wiping his eyes. "Thank God, I thought something happened but then I remembered we're on a jet-" He pauses. "What's wrong?" 

It doesn't take Harry long to reach me, his arms wrap around my body and he pulls me to his chest. "Nothing,"

"Don't lie to me, now tell me what's wrong?"

With my head resting against his clothed chest, I sigh. "Everything is so wrong Harry, my life is so fucked up. I'm afraid you're going to leave me like everyone I've loved has done, Harry-"

"Hey," His hands fall on my hips, he picks me up and places me onto the sink. "You see this?" He points to my engagement ring. "I'm marrying you, love."

"But-"

"Do you think I'd leave you when you're pregnant?"

"If I wasn't, would you stay?"

"Of course," He kisses my forehead and stands in between my legs. "I'll always stay with you Joe, I'm marrying you regardless of you being pregnant or having a fucked up Uncle, I love you so much." 

Tears are rolling down my cheeks, I do the only thing I know. 

I kiss him.

After a short make out session, which has left us both in our underwear. Harry pulls back with a smirk plastered on his face. 

His fingers reach behind me and unclip my bra, freeing my breasts. 

"Harry-"

"I told you I was going to fuck you," He takes my left breast between his fingers and pinches my nipple. "But, I'm not." he releases me.

Disappointment floods through me. "What?"

"We're not having sex." 

I'm confused.

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. 

"I'm gonna make love to you Joe," 

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Excuse me, Horny Harry, I hope you locked the door.......