"Jesus Christ, Rin. You really do worry me."

Those are the words muttered as Harry quickly stops the microwave. He gave me instructions to melt butter as his little assistant with dinner and I may or may not have set it for too much time than what was needed. How is that my fault? He didn't specify, did he?

The morning after Christmas, Niall and Lilith had left together. We all had breakfast together which was insanely awkward but having Harry next to me made it tolerable. Lilith took Niall home after the millionth time assuring him that she was okay to drive.

Harry and I spent the day together. Everything we'd planned for Christmas before it was interrupted was done the next day, Sunday. It's so effortless when I slip into being in his company. I wouldn't rather do anything else if I'm honest. I'm already dreading the week ahead, wondering if we'd be seeing each other.

After the house was spotlessly clean, laundry was folded and away into his drawers, we settled in the living room. Harry picked up a book and I debated on a movie but decided against it.

Him on his back, I lay on the couch between his knees and my head is pillowed by his chest. It's quite lovely to feel the rumbles of his chest when the book would make him laugh or stiffen in his place. I remember falling asleep like that.

I woke up what felt like five minutes later but was actually two hours later and we were basically in the same position but now Harry propped his chin on the top of my head, soft touches of his hand running along my arm and the other held the book he was now close to finishing.

When he reached the last word on the last page, I turned around so our chests were pressed together, legs slotted between both of his. My palms were on top of each other on his chest and my chin propped on top of them, listening to Harry's rants about the book while he played with the ends of my curls flowing down my back.

He tells me about the boy who returned home, expecting a paradise but instead found chaos. His wife whom he tried to escape from was very much still in love and had been waiting for him while he was falling for a housemaid. There's a light in his eyes while he tells me their crazy story, one I never want for it to be turned off and at that moment, I decided I'd do anything to ensure it never does.

Accepting the ending of the book, he wipes his fake tears away and after, his face brightens with a brilliant idea. He asked me about face masks and not long after, we were on the couch again with thick skincare masks painted over our faces and cucumbers over our eyes. To add to it all, Harry lit a Christmas candle on the coffee table and soft music fills the room from his record player.

"You know, I think this mask is way better than the one you use," I teased, referring to the skull mask Death Hood is always seen wearing. Harry scoffs and nudges my arm with his hand from where he sits beside me.

The remaining hours of the day simply flew past us and we didn't realise how late it had gotten until we were hungry and Harry started dinner. If anyone must know, I was the best assistant he'd ever had for cooking. After eating, Harry drove me to Lennie's and kissed me goodbye, spending five minutes just working up to letting each other go.

On Monday, it was back to work. It was relieving to find the yellow sticky note attached to the back of my laptop. If anything was a sign that Louis and I would be fine, that we are, it was this.

I missed you like an idiot misses the point. Lesson learnt on Christmas Eve: you can't see the bright side while sitting in the dark.
-L.T

He and Seth have certainly taken things to the next level, and no longer hesitate to show their affection. Even as the end of the week came, they still got compliments from coworkers in the building and equally, they'd both struggle to conceal their blushing.

I was happy for them. Things weren't just okay, they were good.

Besides Sunday, I'd only been able to see Harry once this week. On Tuesday, I left my office to deliver papers for Zayn, rounding up all the financial statements as the year ended. My eyes remained on the stack and the floor where I walked when I heard a familiar voice, one I definitely didn't expect to hear.

"Would you like help with that?" Harry is standing there in front of Zayn's door, looking very out of place. His hand rushed to cover mine over the stack before I almost dropped them all. "Harry, what are you doing here?" I asked, unable to stop myself from smiling because that's just the effect this man has on me.

He glances at the door, then back at me, lips parting twice to speak the words that didn't want to be said. "I...don't know, got bored and...was going to ask Zayn if I could steal you away for the day but...I can't," he eventually pieces his sentences together.

His eyes dart to Zayn's office door handle. I assume he tried to open it but as he said, he can't. It was a black, smooth, glossy glass finish. This door handle is to hold and push, instead of twist and push. "It actually scans the handprint of whoever attempts to open the door. If you're allowed in, it will open. If you're not then..." I trailed off.

Harry nods his head, following along while staring at the door interestedly. "Take it that you have access there?" he questions. "Yeah, everyone thinks that I'm the only other person allowed inside there but it's not completely true. The cleaners, Julius and Pierce both have theirs and probably more people I don't know about."

Speaking of those two, there's still no word of why they weren't at Zayn's Christmas party last weekend. Julius hadn't returned any of my calls and messages. Pierce and I reduced our closeness after but I had even tried reaching out to him and well, no responses.

I'd mentioned it once to Zayn while he was behind that big desk of his, the one he thinks protects him and excuses him from everything. In reply, he just flicked off his hand twice and muttered an order," Get back to work."

So I assumed that something happened between the trio. Gossip even let out at work, lasting the entire week and I was sure it would go on until answers were given.

Harry waits outside while I give Zayn the papers he needs and he walks with me back to my office. "I can't leave work today but my lunch is in thirty minutes, can we go somewhere?" I suggest and he's eager to take the opportunity.

Harry sat in my office while I went back to work and I'll admit it was a little challenging because my eyes wanted to be on him as much as my mind does- all of the time. Either way, I liked him here. Even when he was set on a mission to become acquainted with everything I have in my office.

He busied away on his phone finding a nearby place for us to go where neither of us had been to. It turned out to be a little cafe tucked away in the corner of a busy street. We were the only ones there which was a shame because the food was like finding a hidden gem.

Harry stayed around the entire day after it slipped during lunch that I would have the entire of Lennie's house for myself. She was away on a little two-day trip with work friends of hers. Niall had dropped Harry off so anyway he planned for me to take him home. Now instead, he came home with me.

After work, Harry slides into the passenger seat of my car, reaching for his seatbelt after shutting the door. "No music? Outrageous, babe," he scoffs and begins messing with the radio, clicking through to find his preferred station. "This is more like it!" his head nods forward to the rhythm of the song and attempts to convince me to sing for the entire drive there.

"Are you sure Lennie isn't home?" Harry wonders, his eyes bouncing off the surfaces as we walk deeper into the house, observing it all. It was the first time he had ever been really in Lennie's house. Not just staring at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

"Yes, I'm sure," I assured him. Harry was on a mission to cook lasagna with garlic bread he ensured would be the best I'd ever tasted.

In the middle of cooking, the massive double front doors slammed shut. Harry and I froze in the middle of dancing in the kitchen, the lasagna waiting to be put into the oven behind us as the clicking footsteps against the floor grew louder.

Lennie strolls in dressed in comfy sweats and a matching hoodie with a neck pillow around her neck and a hand on the suitcase rolling behind her. Officially in the kitchen, she slides off the shades that covered her eyes and left them on the suitcase along with her neck pillow.

"I need a fucking drink," was the words she breaks the silence with, noticing us occupying her kitchen. She doesn't even acknowledge Harry, heading straight for the liquor cabinet.

"Do any of you two want?" she asks, generously so and we both answered no. Her shoulders shrugged and she made herself a drink. Harry busied himself sliding the glass tray into the oven. "And I need food. Harry, you better be making for three," she mutters, eyes falling from him to the pans on the stove. "Oh? Yeah, three can happen," he notes.

"Good. My plans got ruined. Friend is fucking pregnant with a baby daddy who is not her husband," just the mention of the situation has her chugging down her drink, eyebrows pinching together behind the rim of the glass yet she keeps going.

"Not like I've been looking forward to this trip, right?" she sighs. Lennie spills some more on the situation with her friend. She felt as if it was the right thing to leave the airport and go tell her husband everything. Which it was but then it also left Lennie in the middle of an airport and the trip was no longer.

Refusing to eat at the table, Lennie ushers us over to the living room where we sink in the comfy leather seats. It's a bit difficult to eat lasagna properly but I survived while watching The Hunger Games playing on the TV.

Harry was the first to finish eating, leaving his empty plate on the large glass centrepiece table and soon mine was next. Lennie eats the slowest and I can tell it isn't as she normally does, it's purposely done.

When she eventually finished, Harry stared at her, waiting for her to say something. She turned to him, the only light casting across the features of our faces was from the lit screen. It's hard to assume anything she's thinking and she uses that to her advantage, just staring at Harry.

"You've earned yourself back Lennie privileges," she states eventually, smirking after she does. Harry's eyebrows shot up along with mine and I laughed. On the night of Zayn's party last Friday, Lennie told Harry to refer to her by her complete name, Lennon.

"Thanks?" Harry says and Lennie returns her attention to the movie. Lennie had an entire couch to herself and Harry and I sat on another. We sat close together though there was still space beside both of us. "Does this mean truce?" I whispered to him and felt his shoulders shrug against mine," Maybe so."

Harry stayed until the movie was over and the kitchen was once again clean. With an apology for her sleepiness, Lennie went upstairs to her room. I kissed Harry goodnight, once, twice and three times at the threshold before he finally headed to his car.

Wednesday and Thursday we went without seeing each other and what made it even worse was that there was barely any opportunity to have any contact at all. Zayn had the entire building in utter chaos and Harry tells me at night when we FaceTimed each other that he and Niall were busy all day.

Today being Friday the 31st of December and tomorrow being Saturday the 1st of January, Zayn granted us half-day of work instead of the usual long hours. When I told Harry that, I was given immediate instructions to come over.

I missed him. It's strange not having him to return to after a crappy day at work. It felt like nothing was enough until I was physically there with him. It's like I'm on edge until I have him, simply be in his presence and hold his attention and care once again. It should worry me that I can't go two days without him but...it doesn't. I don't care.

Speaking of edging, while at work that...tease sent me a vivid picture of him in bed looking like a wet dream. I let the cheeky smile on his recently awakened face fool me for a moment. Then, my eyes lowered down the picture and that all changed. Lowering to his neck with our necklace still worn, down his chest that looks better than mine on some days and down his naked torso.

The blanket draped over him only hid from his lower stomach to the top of his thighs. Flicking my eyes back up to his in the picture, it's shining bright with mischief. An angel fresh out of Heaven and already dripping in seductive sin.

Below the picture, an innocent message of 'good morning:)' Thank God I was sitting at my desk and alone, there's no other way I'd been able to keep myself upright. After work, I took a little detour back to Lennie's to change my outfit.

Before I could even knock on Harry's door when I got there, it flew open and he stood there, so welcoming as ever and my heart tightened in my chest. He's dressed beautifully irresistible even in his usual wear of a loose black shirt with light trousers.

"Hi," one of my hands remained on his shoulder, the other around his neck and slipped into the curls at the nape of his neck that's been getting longer. As soon as I saw him, I just had to kiss him. My mouth was on his before the door could even shut behind me. "Hi, baby," Harry's muffled words with my lips.

Despite him returning the kiss and welcoming me into his home, there was a stiffness to him, something I didn't know about lurking in the air around us. He didn't try to hide it, giving me 90% instead of his usual 100%. "What's wrong?" I pull away, my eyes searching his face for an answer faster than he gave one while worry seeps into my system," Did I do something wrong?"

"No," His head shakes and he's quick to assure me," I did."

Well, I can't tell if that's any better. My hand slides down his shoulders, resting on his chest and I wait for him to continue. "The guys are coming over," he reveals and I automatically groan.

Spending time with Eddie and Fin doesn't sound like a terrible idea, even Remi but I'd planned to have Harry all to myself for the last day of the year. Also, If I'm being honest, I don't think I've quite recovered from Zayn's party and the museum auction to save Niall.

"Can you cancel?" I suggest, somehow already knowing it's hopeless and it's proved by the soft sinking of Harry's eyes. "I can't, they'll be nosy as to why and probably show up anyway. They think I have nothing better to do."

"Don't they know you have a mystery woman to please?" I reminded him, the corner of my red painted lips lifted. "Oh, that's even worse. They'll get here faster just to figure out who she- you- are," he argues.

Then his eyes are off mine, taking a sudden interest in the floor and walls of his house as he casually adds," Plus, they already know you're here."

I take a deep breath at this and once again, wait for him to explain. "They called and I knew you were already on your way. So I told them you're coming over to collect something and that I'd tell you to stay."

"Tell them I'm not here then, that I left or didn't come at all. I'll hide in your bedroom and help myself to that box of yours you bought for us, get myself off. Or better yet, I'll just leave-" The ideas just spewed past my lips.

"No, no. Your pretty little ass is staying right here," Harry denies, hands sliding down my back until they squeeze my cheeks with his eyes narrowing the slightest. I changed into a shorter skirt on my little detour. He slightly jumbled the material as he did it and the tips of his fingers brushed my underwear. "They'll be here in around twenty minutes," he notes.

My chest rumbled with a groan and my head landed on his shoulder. Twenty minutes. Hm. "Twenty minutes is a long time..." I say in realisation, hinting at something, anything.

"Let's make a deal," Harry states. "A deal?" I'm intrigued already but let's face it, I am with anything he does or says.

"Mhm, babe. A deal," the idea brought about a charming smile on his pretty face. "If I make you come within the twenty minutes, you have to be Harry's good girl for the rest of the evening with our friends." His thumb traces my bottom lip over the red lipstick, caught in a trance and he could hardly take his eyes off the details of my lips.

I considered asking what's the option if I don't agree but let's face it, I do. "Fine, deal."

"Oh, I know babe. You're my little slut, after all. Want me anytime, don't you?" His voice is teasing, already sure of the accuracy behind his words. "Really can't resist," I agree, doused in everything Harry that it feels hypnotic.

My finger slid beneath the necklace he wears, the exact same as the one I wear, and hooking it to bring him closer. Harry grabs my chin, forcing me to stop. His eyes flickered between both of the wildness in the brown mine, finding everything there is to tell in them.

Then his eyes shut the very moment his lips take mine again and my eyes follow at the roughness his contradicting soft lips bring.

The kiss is consuming. Leaving me weak and clinging onto Harry for support with the shreds of strength that could've been found through the building haze. With a bend of his knees, his big hands take hold of my waist and hoist me up, hands cupping my bare ass cheeks under the skirt yet over my underwear.

Patience runs thin, her back collides with the wall beside my bedroom door and her legs tighten around my waist, hooked on my sides and ankles locked over my ass. Breaking the kiss for a taste of her skin, her head tilts up giving me all of the access that I needed. My lips left kisses down her neck, nipping her skin because I really couldn't help myself.

The entire time I was pressed between her legs, allowing her to feel as I went from half hard to fully rock hard that quick. My cock already pushed uncomfortably at the band of my boxers, wanting to be set free and have myself wrapped around her.

"Harry," a pretty whimper falls off her lips when my hips subconsciously grind against her core. "Beg for me, baby. Beg for it, tell me how much you want it," my voice had already dipped into being low and slightly hoarse, laced with desire for this woman. My woman. The one that I plan to worship for the rest of my life if she'll have me.

"You know how much I want you- how much I need you. Can't you feel it, baby?" Her voice saying those words the way she does makes me weak and compliant, all for her. That does it and I shove the door open using one hand while the other keeps her body to mine.

The red sheets ruffle when she lands on them and the sight has my feet stepping back to take it all in.

She lifts her blouse to slide out the phone she trapped under the band on her skirt and then in the small pocket of her skirt, she takes out a tube of lipstick. Both items are left on the bedside table.

She sits up, peeling the blouse off her body to reveal the sexy bra. The article is left abandoned at the foot of the bed. Instead of taking off her skirt, not that she needed to in the first place, Rin pushes the material to the hem of it to reveal her skin. To reveal the sexy black laced underwear she hides beneath that cute skirt.

Rin props herself up on her elbows, her dark messy curls framing her beautiful face, those dreamy eyes peering up at me as she waits patiently for my next move.

"Oh, naughty girl wants me to fuck her wearing her skirt? That's what you thought of when you wore this for me today, didn't you? The easy access, all for me," I speak while unbuttoning the button and zipper of my trousers, giving myself more room without taking anything off just yet.

"Yes, yes. All for you, whatever you want. You take care of me so well, don't you?" Her sweet head nods. "Yeah? I fuck my good girl like a whore, the way she wants to be treated?" She squirms at my words, those delicious thighs pressing tight together.

I walked over to the bedside table and pulled on the drawer. Inside sit the basic items I'd want to get my hands on easily during the night but among it all was a recently bought pair of handcuffs. Her eyes that have been tracking my movements in every detail widened upon taking it out and revealing them to her.

"Tell me what you're thinking, baby," I say, needing to know before I propose anything. "Are those for you or me?" She smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief. My dick twitches just like that.

"You're the one that threatened to play with this pussy without me, didn't you?" I recalled her words from outside with a lifted brow in accusation. It's my turn to smirk, noticing the way her thighs clenched together.

"Such a shame," she sighs before showing me her wrists," Cuff me." There's a straight look on her face as my eyes sweep over her features. "Yeah? You'll tell me if you want them off?" I check and her sweet head dips in a nod. "Yes, Harry. I know our word," she assures me.

Well, alright then. The steel headboard of the bed frame is a modern design and it's about to come in handy. I slide the chain of the handcuffs through one of the iron bars and she gives me her hands without having me to ask. The loop prevents her from moving her hands away from where they are handcuffed above her head. Thankfully, the bar is low enough that her arms shouldn't burn from the hold over time.

At the sight of her, it drives me crazy and I can feel the wet patch at the front of my boxers from my precum leaking tip. "Just looking at you makes me feel so fucking feral. You're so beautiful, so perfect and all mine," my words earn me a sweet little whine, the look that runs through her eyes is full of adoration and need.

"May I take these off, darling?" My thumbs slide beneath the straps of her underwear sitting above her hips, simply playing with it. "Yes, take it off," she permits and not even a second later, it's sliding down her dreamy thighs and her feet until I hold it in my hand and shove it in the back pocket of my pants, her skirt remaining on.

Crawling onto the bed, my hands work fast at my trousers and boxers, shoving them down my knees. Too filled with an impatient need to take them off properly. Or simply that we'd be wasting time. Her legs widened apart, opening herself up to me and I fit between them, earning me the perfect view.

Her cunt is so wet, making a mess of herself and my hand wraps around myself at the base, feeling the velvety skin, needing to satisfy the painful ache at this point. "I'm a lucky fucking bastard," I muttered to myself, taking air into my lungs.

"Baby, look what you've done," there's a pout on my lips while we both stare at the dribbles of precum on my tip. "Harry, please," my lady whimpers for me, desperation in her eyes as she stares at my hard dick. One leg grew further apart whilst the other hooked around my waist, foot flattening on my back to nudge me closer, snapping me out of it.

Directing my tip to her pussy, I tease her entrance, looking up at her even though my head was bent down and curls fell over my forehead blocking my eyes slightly.

She glares at me, not having it. "Don't you have a timer on this?" She spits. Beneath my hands, I feel her hips restraining against me so I press a little harder. "Stay still and I'll give you what you want," I insisted. She whines a little in need, and I'll happily admit how much I love the sound. She never fails to show me how much she needs me.

I pushed her hips further up the bed and my fingers slid through her hair and tugged at the stands, effectively eliciting a sweet moan from her lips but also, her head lifted as much as she could. It's an uncomfortable position I'm sure, with her hands cuffed but she remains propped with my help.

Our eyes are glued to our centres where we finally connect, my cock stretching her tight walls as she takes me, inch after fucking inch until I fill her to the hilt.

"Fuck," Rin's voice is as low, barely heard, unnoticeable as a quiet wave moving beneath you. Releasing her hair when I bottomed out, her back then arches off the bed and the movement of her hips causes her pussy to push down on my dick. "So full, Harry," she mutters.

The short seconds that had already passed felt like way too long. The wait is near driving me insane. "Gonna move now, yeah? Hard and fast?" I speak and her head nods, signing out a 'yes, please.'

The sound that slips off her mouth after the second thrust has the third one hitting harder and deeper inside her. "C'mon baby, don't hold back those pretty sounds for me," I urge and she obeys.

The obscene sounds from her lips drove me absolutely mad, having no choice but to fuck her hard. We'd fallen into an intoxicating rhythm enough that the frame hits the wall with everyone as a result.

Every thrust was relentless and unforgiving. Indeed fast and hard and we get off on every bit of it. The sound of our skin slapping together, the sound of my cock ramming into her over and over again, the grunts and moans falling off our lips from it- it's all absolutely filthy.

The reality of us in a time limit was long forgotten. "Fuck, Harry. Just like that. You know how to take care of me." I groan at the words coming from her lips, in her voice that's doused in need.

My hand finds its home around her neck. My lips met hers with an urgent need and easily, we melted into it. The movement of our mouths matched with the rest of our bodies, demanding more and barreling towards our found end.

I kissed her for as long as I could without an intake of air. Even when the evitable happened and our lips separated, my mouth still hovered over hers, feeling her pants hitting my bottom lip.

The need to please this woman to the best of me resurfaces and my mouth moves down her throat. I lowered and lowered, needing my mouth around her nipple after the craving settled from watching the lace fabric of the bra peak as her nipples hardened.

My hand leaves her thighs, sliding up her sides, loving how perfectly her body fits in my hands. My fingers hooked on the top of the cups of her bra and then tugged them down, the straps sliding off her shoulders and down her arm.

Her tits sit so pretty on her chest and bounce underneath her laced bra. A moan rumbles when I finally have my mouth on her nipple, my hand cupping the other. When my teeth grazed the sensitive skin the way she likes, I pinched the other between my fingertips. "Fuck," she squirms under me, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.

At one point I'd even pull her onto my lap after leaning back onto my heels. My hands sunk into her hips over the bunched material of her skirt. I held her there while thrusting into her at an altered angle through the straining muscles along my arms.

It's so fucking worth it, hearing her breath vanish in her throat, choked moans stumbling past her lips and the constant clinking of her trying to bring her hands down from where it's trapped above her head.

Eventually, I took hold of her throat again and slid her off my lap and onto the sheets again while fucking deep into her but her legs remained around my thighs.

My lips pulled into a smile, cheeks indenting with my dimples at the utter sight of her losing herself further and further. "What's wrong baby?" I wondered, my hand falling to her waist, fingers sinking into the skin.

She'd been tugging at the handcuffs, droopy eyes pinned all over me with longing. "Wanna touch you," she pouts," want my hand under your skirt, feel your skin. Muscles flexing as you fuck me so good." My movement stuttered for a brief second at her words.

"You're greedy, aren't you? My cock isn't enough? Want your hands all over me too?" My head tilts to the side while I peer down at her in question though the answer was obvious.

"Fuck, yes," she curses out, her eyes fluttering shut as I delivered a sharp thrust right after another. I wanted it all too, her soft hands gliding over my skin, grabbing onto me, smooth yet sharp nails dragging down my back or raking and tugging through my sweaty curls.

"Open your fucking mouth," I command and my pliant girl drops her jaw, parting her lips and sticking her tongue flat out for me. Hovering my face over hers, I spit onto her tongue and wait for her to shut her lips and swallow. The filthy sight was deemed too much, grabbing her chin and kissing her hard.

When I'm done, barely give her a second to recover before my fingers are shoved into her mouth and my little slut sucks on them, getting them wet and perfect for me. She releases my fingers with a pop, her lipstick smudged even more than before.

My hand lowers past the obstacle of her skirt at her waist, to her warm folds and she sighs when I stroke her clit with the same fingers. "Yeah? Baby likes that?" I say and her head nods.

I pick up the pace of my hands to match my hips. The other hand was at her side, sinking into the bed for balance. She pants my name in short breaths, speaking out in whispers doused in pleasure.

"Ready for me to fill you up, Sweetheart? Gonna take every drop from me?"

"Yes, yes Harry. I'm there- I'm there," she lets me know as if I couldn't already tell because of how responsive her body is for me.

"Come with me, babe. Make a mess all over my cock," and just like that, her walls tighten impossibly around me. I witnessed the sheer pleasure undoubtedly on her face. The sight of her unravelling, coming undone triggers my own.

Almost an instant when I came, pleasure became widespread throughout my body and I crashed on top of her, my mouth over her shoulder and my teeth sank into her skin. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave teeth indents.

My hands hold her trembling thighs around my hips as she milks me, taking every last drop of the white spurs of come I shoot deep inside her. Sparks bounce off every inch of my being, our erratic hearts almost aligning with the way I'm over her and I can feel the race of hers on my skin.

I lift off to slide out of her, apologising when she winced from the unavoidable sensitivity after. I unlock her wrists from the handcuffs, rubbing my hands along them and her entire arm, bringing them to my lips for kisses. She takes her hands away when she deems it all good.

"Fuck," was the only thing I could say, looking down at my beautiful girl. Her fingers traced over my probably sweat-coated cheeks, specifically over my dimples. "Yeah, babe. That's what we just did," Rin teased, through the windows of her eyes I could tell she wasn't completely back from pleasure land yet.

The handcuffs are abandoned at the side of the bed and I am sure our time is up by the ringing of her phone on the bedside table. That be damned because I want the taste of her on my tongue, I'm a greedy fucker and I want to bring her to the edge again.

I scooted off the bed, kneeling to the edge of it and my hands wrapped around her ankles, kissing them both on the insides before dragging her to the edge of the bed.

"One more. Give me one more, Sweetheart."

I can barely comprehend, only just now coming down from my high. Harry already has his tongue on my clit, working me up again even through the sensitivity.

My hands fell to his curls, sinking my fingers into and throwing them. I sigh along with the feeling as if it were a drop of water for the first time in a long time.

The phone rings again, accompanying my panting and the filthy, sloppy sound of Harry eating me out without regard. "Answer it," he spits out, lips moving against my folds. "Harry," this time when I say his name, it's in protest. His eyes flicks up to stare at me, hands wrapped around my thighs tightening.

"Answer it or you're not coming again," he warns. Already, I was skating up the hill towards the precipice again and the thought of not reaching my end again had me darting my hands on the bedside table for my phone.

"It's Fin," I muttered. It's okay, I can do this. Harry gets back to full work, giving my clit all of his attention with, sucking and licking, fully consuming me. My hand cup my breasts over my bra, pinching my nipples.

"Hello?" I speak into the phone after answering it, mustering all the self-control I had- very difficult when the man's face between my legs made me see stars. "Sweetpea?" Fin answers right away," Harry said you're here already? Why is no one answering the door?"

"Wait, you were knocking?" I blurted out truthfully, having not heard anything. "Yes!" Fin shouts into the phone. My jaw hinges loose to let out a silent cry as the wave of pleasure rushes through me. My hands that were through his hair tugged on the roots, eliciting a soft hiss from him.

"I don't know where Harry is, he's busy right now, I think. I don't know," I rambled off while beginning to rock my core into his face, head thrown back in utter euphoria as his tongue laps me up.

"Then you come open it!" He says as it was obvious as the fact that I am nearing my end. "Yeah, I'm coming," I blurted out and then ended the phone call, throwing my phone somewhere on the bed.

My hips rolled into Harry's face one last time, grinding against his movements and then I was soaring off the cliff, hitting the high clouds.

My trembling thighs clamp around his head, trapping him there as his tongue takes it all, working me through my orgasm.

I sink into the sheets even more, losing all tension within my body besides the strength in my thighs, feeling weightless. Momentarily, the only thing I could've heard was the ringing in my ears. My body shudders, rolls of fireworks swimming through my veins making me all fuzzy.

Harry stands fully, leaning over me to bring his lips to mine, hand around my throat to squeeze the sides slightly. Still hazed, my hands glide down his back under the shirt, feeling the soft skin with hard muscles beneath, lowering to his ass for a squeeze in which he groans into my mouth. Finally, I find my underwear tucked inside the pocket of his pants.

Despite that, the kiss is slow and soft, gentle tilts of our heads, his tongue slipping between my red lips. The taste of his lips, the taste on his tongue is all me and his lips muffle the groan I make from it.

When we part, Harry hands me my blouse from the foot of the bed and helps me stand. He holds me until my wobbly legs become somewhat steady. While he does, he leaves soft kisses all over my face, pushing away my messy hair behind my ears, rubbing a hand along my arm.

Our time is up, he has to leave to let our friends in. I make my way to the bathroom to do my business and on the way, I slide my arms into the blouse. I checked myself in the mirror, reapplying my lipstick and scanning myself for any evidence to be found. After fixing them all quickly, I finally left.

Harry is holding the front door wide open for them when I make it out of his bedroom, fixing my hair one last time before I can catch sight of any of them. Niall is the first to enter, he steps past the threshold with a bottle of wine in his hand, the other around Remi's waist. I didn't realise he'd be here. He looks better than he did last weekend.

"Happy Old Year!" Fin cheers, stepping in after them. "Happy what?" I say, eyebrows tugging together as I join them. "New Year's Eve," he enlightens everyone. "Who the fuck says that?" Harry bluntly questioned, still confused. "Some people, somewhere, you bobblehead!" Fin hits his forehead as he would an actual bobblehead.

"What kind of pills are you on?" Harry scrunches his face at Fin. "Only the good ones," he answers proudly, holding Harry's face in his hand and smacking a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

"We come bearing gifts, man," Eddie is filled with excitement as he comes in and shuts the door behind him by kicking it shut because both of his hands were occupied. One of them held a clear small plastic bag with weed joints and the other held beers.

"Oh? Why didn't you say so?" Harry reaches for the weed but Fin snaps it out of his reach. "On one condition," he states," you have to buy us food. Specifically, that nice Chinese restaurant opened in town."

"You mean the nice, expensive, Chinese restaurant?" Harry checks and cheekily, Fin nods his head along with Eddie. Harry rolled his eyes and agreed. In return, he takes a joint and goes to find the lighter he usually uses for his candles.

"How are you doing, Sweetpea?" Finley wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "I'm always good when you're here, Fin," I replied, hooking my arm around his back to return the sideways hug. His eyes light up, a sneaky smile tugging at his playful lips. "Oh? That's how you charm them. It's no wonder," he hums.

"No wonder what?"

"Nothing," Eddie says as casually as ever, separating me from Fin and replacing him at my side," he's high already."

"Guys, go help Niall over there. Apparently, the idiot ran into a pole while cycling last week," Harry returns with the lighter in hand. "Oh yeah, I heard about that. Poor lad," Fin shakes his head, following where Niall was with Eddie behind him.

I watched as he flicked the flame on, burning the tip of the joint in the dancing fire. It lights and Harry brings it to his lips for a slow inhale, showing off his prominent cheekbones. His lips puckered to the side, blowing the smoke so it wouldn't hit my face.

"Yeah?" Harry looks at me, asking if I'm up for this. "Yeah," I say and he smiles. "Here, let me help you," he insists while the others crack the beers open. Parting my red lips, he slid the joint between them and his fingertips nearly brushed my lips as he held the end for me.

"Suck," he whispers, low enough for just us both. I follow his instructions, filling my lungs with the intake. "Good girl," Harry murmurs, eyes locked on my lips.

Taking it out of his hand, I go in for another much needed pull after him saying that right now. "No fair! Share!" Fin argues, joining us once again with a dramatic pout and he steals it from me.

I take a beer, telling myself I'll have only one, maybe two maximum. Especially with Niall being here as a great reminder.

The evening proceeds into night and it's relieving to realise that there's nothing to complain about. Being with them today was unplanned but I enjoyed spending time with them- the weed and beer being a plus.

Also, it's relieving that they hadn't asked any questions about us not answering the door when they got here. They're usually nosy as ever but I guess today they're not.

The darkness reigns, taking control of the sky and forcing the sun below the horizon for the moon to take its place, lighting the dark with the stars. Before it can even, hunger came across soon and someone would swear it's starvation by the way they're all dramatically waiting for the Chinese food to arrive here. When it's night, they are hungry again. This time, Harry and Niall drive to Mcdonald's on the way for more beer as well.

Somehow or the other, the topic of how Eddie and Fin met surfaced. Apparently, Fin was taking tap dancing classes for a role in a theatre performance and Eddie happened to be skilful in the act.

After his performance, they went out for drinks to celebrate and Eddie invited Remi. When Harry and Remi became friends, he tagged along and then a while after, I came along.

"Can you still tap dance?" Eddie wonders with a challenging tone, staring at Fin and of course, he steals the opportunity, wanting to prove that he still can even after these few years.

"I don't think you're in the right place or the right shoes- or the right mindset for that," Remi interrupts and Fin brushes her off with a flicker of his hand.

Fin answered Eddie's question by failing miserably at tap dancing. Harry had to catch him before he fell straight through his coffee table. He then babbled off that he was too drunk, Harry didn't have the right flooring and he wasn't wearing the proper shoes.

Fin drops into the space between Harry and Eddie, one hand on his stomach from laughing so hard and the other trying not to drop the bottle.

Harry types away from his phone and the second he stops, Niall's phone vibrates on his lap. He glances at it and then discreetly at Harry. No one pays attention to them, only me surprisingly, I think.

Niall reaches over to the table where there is a bucket of ice since Eddie and he prefers today to pour their beer over ice. He takes the last few blocks and tops off his glass, glancing at Harry when he does.

"Rin, help me with the ice," Harry doesn't bother making it sound like a question. I'm thankful the spotlight isn't on us, at least I don't think it is. Taking the offer, I stand and follow Harry to the small space after the kitchen where the little freezer is tucked away.

Harry pulls me closer to the wall that hides us and then into a hug. "Hi babe," Harry's little sighs hit my skin as he pulls me into a hug, arms loosely around the middle of my back and his back arches a little to remedy our height difference, allowing his head to rest on my shoulder.

"I miss you," he whispers and I don't know if he meant now or the past week. For me, it's both. He lifts his head so his face is parallel to mine. "Can I borrow a kiss, babe? Promise to give one back..." he whispers, hand sliding up to caress my cheeks. His lips puckered up and I kissed him properly, our lips fitting into the perfect mould.

At the beginning of this year, I'd never believed anyone- no matter how wise they may be or how much faith in the future they may have- that Harry would be back into my life this year. Moments like these when it randomly hits me, I hold onto him tighter and kiss him harder.

Unfortunately, we eventually returned to the ice with tingling lips and cold arms from no longer being in each other's warmth. I left it on the table and my hands were left freezing to the touch. Harry sits down next to me, taking my hands into his to share his warmth for a few seconds.

The rest of our physical touches were our knees together, Harry's one purposefully parted enough so he touches mine. A few beers join the empty ones sitting among the collection on the floor with only drops remaining in them all.

"Let's go outside! For the fireworks!" Finley sprints off the couch, torn between tugging Eddie with him and heading out the door. They bought fireworks to set off, I had forgotten about it all evening until now.

"Jesus, he has zero patience when he's high," Eddie mutters, standing and following Fin just to stop the pulling on his wrist.

"Just when he's high?" Remi muses and her and Niall follow them out, Harry and I next. There will be a live countdown from the radio that Harry raises the volume to so we can hear it from out on the patio.

When we make it out there, Eddie and Finley are already messing with the canister shells of the fireworks at the end of Harry's empty driveway. The vehicles were parked across the street. "Are you sure this won't bother anyone?" Remi asks Harry for the second time tonight. He nods his head," No neighbours are in town till Monday."

From the corner of my eye, I see Niall dragging Harry away. They're in another hushed conversation, I can safely assume it's probably about Death Hood business, as it always is. That leaves me with Remi, alone and the realisation wraps suffocating tensions around us.

"Are you going to say anything?" She breaks the silence, staring at me blankly. "Well, I think it's about time I say that I'm over everything," I blurted out. Her eyebrows flew up her forehead and yeah, that surprised me too.

"What do you mean?"

My eyes fell for a moment, studying the label sticker over the beer bottle as I processed my decision for a second or two. "I don't think there's a need for us to walk around eggshells anymore. We can be more civil than we already are, where it doesn't affect the group."

They are always so quick to stir away from a topic that includes Remi and me. Then the awkward stage of moving past it, finding something else to make us forget about what just happened. "Doesn't mean I have intentions of returning to the way we were...because if I'm honest, there were always things wrong with our friendship."

"No, you're right. There are a lot of things I've done, said and now regret between us. But...I have to know. Are you saying this just because you don't want to start the new year with, you know, bad blood?" She bluntly asks.

"No. It's overdue but thank you for giving me the space..." I answered. This just sort of got filed away to the back of my mind, meant to simply deal with later as I comprehend the loss of the close friendship we shared and realised how much better we both deserved.

Remi chuckles at that. "Come on, Esrin. We both know I was a bitch about it the whole time," she corrects. "Yeah, I guess so," I find myself agreeing and I'm happy we both can laugh about it.

I don't have any intentions of falling back into the same patterns with Remi but at least now the eggshells we walked around continuously when we were in each other's presence was gone. At least, mostly.

"Okay, that's good. Uh, thanks. I'm sorry too for the way I acted, things I said..." she mumbles, darting her eyes around the patio. "I'm over it," I repeat with a soft smile. She nods her head, bringing a hand up to run them through her short hair, twisting the strands at the top. "Do you want to talk about this more?"

"I don't think there's anything left to say. Do you?" I honestly answered. She shook her head, muttering a quiet 'no' before bringing the beer bottle to her lips. Her eyes flickered behind me when Niall approached.

"Good," I say just before he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him, kissing her cheek. That's probably the first time I've seen them so affectionate and after one look at Niall, I can tell he needed that after whatever he and Harry just spoke about.

Everyone's awareness kicks in when the last minute is announced. The final sixty seconds of the year begin to die slowly. As each second ticked away, it added to the anticipation.

"Three."

"Two."

Harry's eyes met mine as the final seconds were counted down.

"One."

When it hits, he shakes his head to dismiss the cloud of thoughts hovering in his mind. He brought the beer bottle to his lips for a sip and then walked off the porch. At the corner of my eye, I see Niall and Remi embracing each other, sharing the new year's kiss.

Harry stands in his driveway, his upper body leaning back. His hands that were in the air were brought down to his sides and he spits the beer from his mouth into the air- reminding me of a whale spouting water through their blowhole- and then stands properly as if nothing happened.

My eyes widened from being surprised, not knowing he could do that- not sure how exactly he did that but nonetheless cheered with everyone when he did. That mouth of his really does talented things, doesn't it? Right on cue, the fireworks started and Fin and Eddie ran off away from where they were shooting out.

Harry takes the end of his shirt to wipe the droplets of beer off his face, walking back to us on the porch.

"Happy New Year."

No less than nearly two hours later Harry dismissed all of his friends and I made the offer to help him clean up. They've all got family plans tomorrow and since I don't, it made sense.

I was in the kitchen, putting away the leftover food when I heard the last car of Eddie's drive off and Harry shuts and locks his front door, sighing as he comes to find me.

There's a sweet, lazy smile on that dreamy face as he peers down at me with his hair ruffled. With his hands on my waist, he guided me until we stood outside his bedroom door. With every step I took backwards, he took forward, keeping us together.

"Babe, you smell like beer," I say in the middle of laughing as his nose tickles my neck. "Oh? You don't want me anymore? Is that what you're saying?" He scoffs playfully, taking his head out from the crook of my neck and he's got that adorable pout on his lips.

"Yes, there's where I draw the line. Smelling like beer after you tried to be a whale," I deadpanned, unable to keep a straight face because he makes me so smiley that my cheeks ache. "Oh, you have to admit that was cool though," he grins proudly and of course, I do.

"Come, Sweetheart, let's go get ready for bed. Wanna cuddle you," he decides with urgency to his tone, slipping his fingers through mine and walking us into his bedroom.

"If only Fin and Eddie knew what I big softie you are," I teased, not complaining about it at all. "Careful, I might have to get rid of their bodies after you tell them of such a thing," he says, meeting my eyes over his shoulder.

"You'll be creative with it, I know," I realized. "My specialty, isn't it?" He winks. He isn't wrong, he was known for dropping bodies in those crazy places. He is known. He's still him- still Death Hood.

Leaving me, Harry messes with something while I was unhooking my earrings, softly placing them on his dresser. I don't know what it is until my earrings are off and Harry is desiring my complete attention.

"Look at that, babe," Harry says and I turn around to understand what he meant. "Twenty more seconds," his eyes show tiredness yet they are shining so bright, I can tell just by a few steps away. My eyes darted to see that he rewind the clock so it hadn't hit midnight. The new year hadn't arrived yet.

The space between us falls short until I could feel the happiness radiating off him. Harry stands tall over me and I'm no longer in my high heels so my head tilts up slightly to meet his beautiful eyes. "Three," cups my cheeks, bringing our faces closer with intentions of erasing all the space between them.

I am rendered speechless, caught in the trance of admiring the details of this man's face including the little scars he has. "Two," my face pulls closer to his and we lean in together. "One," the whisper of the word is felt on my lips right before Harry kisses me.

It's electrifying in every way I'd assumed it would've been outside. The breath within me vanishes. I can feel through the way he kisses me that he knows I am his and that he is mine. It takes any weight off our chest, pouring anything and everything our lips weren't yet ready to say.

Harry and I are torn apart by the vibrating of my phone on the wooden surface of Harry's bedside table. The screen is lit and I quickly realise I've gotten a new message. "Someone wishing you Happy New Year?" Harry wonders and my shoulders shrug, not knowing so I went over to check for myself.

Opening the conversation with a swipe at the message, a horrific image fills the screen. A car was ruined in an accident, driven into a pole at the side of a road. Words are typed below the photo and an awful feeling churns my stomach even more.

'Must've got the wrong car, such a shame but I never make the same mistake twice.'

This is God damn awful but what makes it even worse is that I know that car. I had been in that car a few times, actually.

Who's car is that🤨? Thoughts?

Thank you lovelies for being so patient with me over the last few months with slow updates. Really, it means a lot to me. Fear not, we are back to often updates and I'm very happy to be back in full swing☺️ Thank you for reading<3