You both just stared at each other for a long moment, blinking in surprise that you'd both had the same intention to come and see the other.

"Harry...I was just coming to see you," you mentally facepalmed instantly at your words, at how silly and formal they sounded for some reason.

"Oh, um, me too..." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"What did you need?" You tried to keep your voice level, to mask the nerves building at his troubled demeanour.

"Cecelia I...I need to try and be honest with you, and honesty means telling you the truth."

His eyes were wild and restless as he spoke, and you were just glad you could hear him over the pounding of your heart as you stared back with equally as wide eyes.

"I feel like we're a thousand miles away from where we started, and I know this is coming out of nowhere but I guess we just lost our focus, I don't know," he was rambling now, "but with all these comments today I just can't hold it in any more, I -"

"I love you Harry."

You finished the sentence for him and instantly your heart felt weightless in your chest, your mind breathed a sigh of relief; you'd finally said those three words that has been clinging to you for months and now it was just the hope that Harry was about to say them too that was left.

Harry stared at you in utter shock, green eyes wide as saucers, pink lips parted in shock. Then he let out a softly sighed chuckle of relief as the biggest smile overtook his features.

And then you were smiling too, tears swimming in your eyes as Harry took two big steps and slammed the door behind him with his foot and grabbed your cheeks and pressed his mouth to yours in a kiss that had definitely been a long time coming.

You dropped his jacket and grabbed the unbuttoned lapels of his black shirt and pulled him even closer to you as your lips moved together effortlessly, desperately trying to make up for lost time. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around your waist then, one had on your upper back and the other low on your spine, pulling you so close to him you felt like one person.

He pulled away breathlessly then, that blissful, delighted smile still on his face, "I love you Cecelia, always have, always will."

And with those simple words your life stitched itself back together; the months of heartbreak and despair faded away into nothing, sleepless nights and tears suddenly lost any significance, because you loved Harry, and he loved you. Nothing else mattered.

You mirrored his expression as a tear of happiness slide down your cheek and Harry quickly kissed it away, but not before you'd noticed the glossiness in his own emerald eyes.

"God, you've no idea how long I've wanted to say that," Harry said, relief evident in his tone, and you knew he'd felt all the same feelings you had at finally exchanging those words.

"How about you show me instead?" You whispered in a sultry tone. It was as though the temperature suddenly dropped in the room at your words, as Harry caught on to what you were suggesting.

Instantly, his mouth quirked up in a smirk and his eyes darkened with lust, "Oh I will, wanted to take this dress off you the moment I saw it."

You gasped at his dirty words which was quickly swallowed by his lips as he kissed you again with such fever you stumbled back slightly. He used this to lead you towards the closest wall space, and pushed you up against it, pinning your hips there with his own. You could already feel how hard he was through the fabric that separated you, and you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips.

Feeling the smirk on his face as he continued to kiss you passionately, you decided to take matters back into your own hands. Starting at his neck you ran your hands slowly along his shoulders first, then all the way down to the first button of his shirt that was done up, just above the fluttering butterfly tattoo.

He shivered under your touch and you were glad to see the effect you had on him. Slowly one by one, while still kissing him, you undid each button making sure to drag your fingernails along each bit of skin that became exposed.

You could feel the goosebumps on his chest and tummy which only motivated you more as you gently tugged the fabric from his trousers and reached the final button. Breaking away from your lips, Harry was practically panting as your flat hands trailed back up his chest to slip over his shoulders and take the silky fabric of his shirt with you.

"You're killing me Ceece," you just stared up at him with big doe eyes, but then when the shirt dropped to the floor and you reached for the clasp on his trousers, he swiftly turned you around so that you faced the wall.

You just had time to brace yourself with your hands as he pressed up against your bum. He leant forward and you felt his breath on your neck which meant you were now the one with a shiver running along their body, "Not yet darling," he taunted you, his hot breath fanning your ear.

Harry pressed open-mouthed kisses on your neck, which elicited a soft moan from you, as he took the zipper of your dress in his fingers and languidly began to slide it down.

The cool air hit your exposed back and when Harry noticed you were without a bra he groaned against your neck. When the zip finally reached its end at your tailbone, you were a breathless mess.

Just like you had, Harry began to run his fingers along your bare back. His touch was electric; it was featherlight and made the hairs on your arms stand up.

He started at your neck and pushed the material to the sides so that the slim straps fell down your arms. Then, taking you by surprise, you felt him retreat from your neck and place soft kisses that followed in the path of his hands.

Your knees felt weak and you were surprised you managed to carry on standing as Harry continued to caress your body with his fingers and lips. The dress was now fully off your chest and had pooled at your hips, while you still faced the wall.

But Harry didn't stop there. You felt him shuffle behind you, and sneaking a glance behind your shoulder you were greeted with the image of him sitting back on his knees, staring up at you with hungry eyes.

"Fuck," you muttered, leaning your forehead on the wall.

You waited with bated breath, your heart pounding mercilessly, to see what Harry's next move would be. And then he was tracing his fingers across each side of your waist, down to your hips where the material of your dress laid.

"Shall I keep going?" You nearly moaned at the sound of his voice, so thick and slow as he asked you permission.

"Yes Harry, don't stop," the plea was clear in your voice.

"Just as eager as the first time, hm love?"

"Harry," you practically growled out in warning.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the dimples of your lower spine in response.

And then he pushed the rest of your dress down past your hips, revealing your ass which was clad only in a tiny silky black thong meaning that was the only other thing on your body apart from your heels.

"Jesus fucking christ," he mumbled as his hands skirted up your calves, thighs and the curve of your ass giving it a little squeeze as he stood up flush to your body again.

You just stood there frozen in lust, chest rising and falling rapidly, revelling in the heat of his body that was now so close to you. Surprisingly, you didn't feel embarrassed or intimidated by how exposed you were, as Harry only ever made you feel incredibly sexy.

"Turn around."

Slowly spinning on your heel you met his eyes instantly. Respectfully, Harry maintained his gaze with yours, not dipping down to your exposed skin as you had expected it too. He reached behind you and unclasped your bun, letting your hair tumble around your face in a wave, before he spoke in a hushed tone, "You are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid my eyes on."

You gaped at him, knowing your eyes would convey the emotion you felt at his words. Placing your hands on his neck and twisting your fingers up into the soft hairs at the back of his neck, you spoke, "I love you."

Harry looked at you then with an emotion that you just couldn't put into words but you knew it was full of love and his responding kiss knocked the breath out of you.

His tongue felt like velvet in your mouth, and twisted so perfectly with yours as you continued to press up against each other. Harry's hands gripped the point where your thigh met your bum and lifted slightly. You got the hint and jumped to wrap your legs around his waist as he helped you.

Your heels fell to the floor as Harry began to walk you towards the bed. You could feel the collective hammering of your hearts as your naked chests bumped against each other; you knew this was something you'd both been wanting, needing for what felt like forever.

Harry's brain was a jumbled mess of thoughts; he couldn't believe you'd said those three words to him, how perfect it had all been the moment he walked up to the door, and thank fuck he had come up to your door. Because here you were, finally back in his arms where you belonged. And practically naked, which was definitely an added bonus and an outcome he had not expected for tonight.

Harry held you just a little bit tighter at that thought. He wouldn't be letting you go again. Never.

In one perfect motion, Harry shuffled down the bed, one arm gripping you to him and the other guiding his path until you were settled down on the fluffy pillows gazing up at Harry in wonder.

For a moment you just started at each other. Only the sounds of your joint breathing and the distance noise of the traffic outside filled the room. The glow of the moon from the open curtains bathed you both in a soft, pale light illuminating Harry's black tattoos so they practically seemed to move against his skin. He was glorious.

It was as though words of love were passed silently as you took each other in, both still in slight disbelief that this was finally happening, completely aware of how much better the night had ended up.

"I'm never going to let you go," Harry spoke quietly, with a rough edge to his voice that gave way to how emotional he felt.

"I know. It's me and you Harry, forever."

And even though he'd kissed you so powerfully several times in the short space you'd been wrapped up in each other, his lips firmly pressing to yours still took your breath away.

But the kiss quickly turned hungry; you reached for Harry's trousers again and this time he didn't stop you as you made quick work of the catch and zip. He hastily broke away from you to push both his dress pants and boxers down and fling them off his feet. You laughed as one pant leg got caught on its way.

"Fuck sake," Harry said with a breathless, slightly embarrassed chuckle, "This has to happen when I've finally got my girl back."

Your heart soared at being called his girl, "You're cute flustered."

"No, I'm sexy and manly darling," he replied when he finally freed the trousers from his foot.

You started to giggle out a response, when suddenly all laughter died in your throat as your breath caught. While making his way back up to you Harry placed a soft kiss at the lace that covered your hip. You couldn't help but buck up slightly towards his mouth.

One of his hands came to settle your hips, long fingers splaying out across your upper thigh and stomach. Harry then began to nibble at the thin material of your panties, and when he finally got a grip, he looked up at you with smouldering green eyes, and you were sure you could've came then and there.

Achingly slowly, Harry used his teeth to drag your panties down your legs. The feeling of his lips occasionally brushing your heated skin felt like heaven and your eyes slid closed at the sensation. When they were finally removed and flung behind Harry to join his clothes, you were rubbing your inner thighs together to try and release some of the tension that had built up there. You'd never felt this turned on in your life.

Harry's curly head was above yours again as your eyes fluttered open, "Tell me what you want Cecelia."

There was no need to ponder an answer, as you knew it deep in your bones. You wrapped your legs around his waist, removing the few centimetres that separated your bodies as though already indicating your answer.

"You."

And Harry must've known exactly what you meant, because the instance the word left your lips, he was gripping your thigh and moving himself so that his tip just started to brush your slick entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet...is this all for me?" Harry said in a wondering tone.

You whimpered at his words, "Always."

And with that one word of confirmation, Harry thrusted his hips up and slid into you fully. A gasped moan left both of your lips at finally being connected as intimately as possible.

The feeling was indescribable; you hadn't been this close with someone since the last time you and Harry had slept together, and let's just say the moment his thick cock was buried inside of you, you'd not been more aware of this fact.

He filled your walls perfectly, and it was as if no time had passed since you'd slept together almost eleven months ago, and you could tell Harry felt the exact same as you stared up at him in awe. His skin was glowing from the slight sheen of sweat that coated his body, his brows were pulled together and his pretty pink mouth was opened in a silent moan. How was this man all yours?

"Fuck Harry, you feel so good," at your words he snapped out of his little trance and began to flex his hips to pull out of you all the way, only to thrust back up into you.

Harry set a perfect pace instantly; it was fast enough that your need for him was being met, but also sensual enough from his touches and mumbled words of love. You couldn't get enough of him.

Your hands stayed tangled in his messy hair, releasing a moan and tugging every now and then when he would deliver a particularly hard thrust. His hands, however, couldn't get enough of your body. They moved constantly; from your neck, your ass, your boobs, your hips, he was placing his mark everywhere on your skin, and you happily let him.

The coiled feeling in your lower stomach that you'd had from the moment you'd first kissed was starting to grow now, and you knew what that meant.

But then, as if sensing exactly how you were feeling, Harry began to trace one finger down your glowing skin to finally end up on your clit, where he began circling. Your grip tightened on his back, fingernails leaving little crescents in their wake at his teasingly slow movements.

"Faster, please Harry, I'm so close," you panted.

Harry finally sped up a bit, both his actions on your pulsing bundle of nerves and his thrusts. He was rewarded by a loud cry of his name and couldn't help but smirk at how good he was making you feel.

Feeling cheeky, Harry chose that moment to grab your wrists in his free palms and remove them from his back and place them high above your head. This meant the majority of his weight was on you, but it didn't matter because it only allowed Harry to push up into you, harder and faster. And by the look on your face, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted to cry his name, you were definitely not complaining.

"God you're so pretty when you moan for me," his voice oozed like honey, and you knew it was only a matter of moments before he would make you come completely undone.

"Harry..." you whined out again, knowing that he was close as well due to the slight stutters of his hips as he drilled into you.

"That's it baby, come for me," and that was all it took to make that coiled feeling spring apart and spread like wildfire along your whole body. You moaned profanities and what sounded like nonsense as your body arched into Harry's, triggering his release into you only seconds later.

You continued to ride out your highs with Harry finishing with a few more slowed thrusts, before he stilled inside of you and his head collapsed into your neck.

Panted breaths now filled the quiet room where your lustful words had just been. Your heart thumped in your chest as Harry's lips pecked the tiniest of kisses along your neck.

A moment of panic seized you then; what if now that you'd finally slept together again, this meant that Harry would leave and his words were all just an act to get you into bed, what if it was all just some silly stunt because he knew how obviously you were in love with him, what if -

"I can literally hear your brain worrying," the sound of Harry's soft voice snapped you out of your little spiral.

He removed his head from its place at your neck, and twisted you both round so you were laying on your sides, facing each other.

Harry scanned your wide eyes, that couldn't hide the worry any better than you'd ever been able to hide any emotion; your eyes truly were a window into your every thought and feeling.

"Listen to me," he tilted your chin up when you wouldn't meet his eyes, "Everything I said, I meant with every part of me. I'm not just trying to seduce you and take off okay?" He said with a chuckle, and you realised how silly it sounded now it was being said out loud.

You gave a small nod before he continued, "I know we've both left each other to wake up to empty beds before," and you cringed slightly at the painful memory of waking up alone after your birthday, "But I don't plan on leaving you in any single way, ever again. I love you."

Harry placed one gentle kiss to your lips and you melted instantly, all your irrational post-coital fears fading away into nothingness.

"I love you too, sorry for panicking, guess it's just hard to believe I'm finally yours after everything."

Harry hummed deep in his chest in agreement as he stroked your hair soothingly, "I know, but it's something I'm going to thoroughly enjoy getting used too."

And you smiled at him then, "Me too."

You both fell asleep wrapped up in each other, finally feeling like you'd found the peace you'd been looking for after so long.

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You woke up a few hours later, as you did sometimes after having a little bit to drink, to catch the first streams of the sunrise coming in through the window.

The memories of the night came flooding back, as did all the incredible feelings you'd felt during yours and Harry's confessions of love. And you couldn't help the shiver that ran through your body as you recalled what had happened after that as your fingers lightly grazed your skin where Harry had touched you.

As you did so long ago, you rolled over to face the sleeping form next to you. Tanned skin set off by the white sheets, chestnut hair sticking out in every direction, long eyelashes fluttering on his soft cheeks as he breathed deeply. You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

But this time, instead of leaving the warm embrace of the bed as you had before, you snuggled up even closer to Harry, knowing that a thought of leaving would never, ever, pass through your mind again.

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