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"SO, I THINK WE CAN both agree that we'll need to go Christmas shopping soon," I said to Harry as we ate at his dining room table. "And we need to do our shopping alone, because I don't want you to see what I'm getting you."

Harry just raised a brow. "Sure," he mumbled. "I do like a surprise."

"As do I," I said before I took a sip of my drink. "Are you done?" I asked, pointing to his nearly empty plate.

"Yep, thank you," he said before handing it to me. I quickly made my way through to the kitchen and began to scrub the dishes and cutlery, thoughts racing through my mind about what I could get Harry for Christmas. I knew he was into cross-words, puzzles and reading, but those weren't exactly a good lead for me to go on. I wanted to get him something really amazing for Christmas. Besides, I didn't know what books he had and didn't have. I'd have to ask him.

"Need a hand?" he asked after having crept up behind me. I allowed a small smile to appear on my face as his hands slowly snaked round my waist and pulled me back against him. His sculpted physique was warm against my back and I rolled my head back to rest upon his shoulder.

"What kind of hand?" I asked, realising I was already a little turned-on. That deep huskiness of his voice did things to me, and I could have listened to it all day. It relaxed me as well as excited me. I raised a brow when Harry just grinned wickedly. 

"Mm, I have no idea," he mumbled in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. I shuddered and rolled my head to the side to allow him more access and the moment that he kissed my throat, I was a writhing mess. "What kind of hand would you like?"

All I could do was shrug, completely at his mercy. It was amazing how something as small as a touch could send me into a crazy mixture of erotic feelings and insatiable emotions. I wanted him, and I didn't care where.

"Harry," I groaned, spinning round in his embrace. His eyes were intently set on my face, and I just stood on my toes to press my lips against his. He kissed me back softly, but it didn't take long for the making-out to become heated and rough. I tangled my fingers in his hair and held him close to me, afraid he'd slip away if I didn't. 

The fear of him disappearing from my life was always nagging me. The whole coincidental wishing on stars and then Harry being single would never leave my mind, and I knew that. I tried to push it out of my head but it was going nowhere. I was afraid my luck would backfire on me, and he'd leave me or I'd screw up big time.

But for now, we were together and that was all that mattered to me.

"How about a hand down my knickers?" I gasped against his mouth, out of breath and hórny as hell.

Harry just chuckled and said, "As the lady wishes."

A shriek escaped my lips as he unexpectedly scooped me up in his arms and walked us through to the living room. I peppered kisses down his throat before I felt myself being placed down on something hard; the dining room table.

"Oh, my God!" I blurted.

Harry jumped slightly and looked confusedly at me. "What?" he asked, eyes wide after witnessing my sudden outburst.

I just turned scarlet and giggled. "I've always wanted to be fúcked on a table," I admitted, biting my lip.

Harry just laughed ad pushed himself between my legs. "Then let's go crazy, huh?"

"Hell yeah," I almost moaned before I backed myself up a little and pushed the salt and pepper off of the wooden surface. "I swear I'll clean it up later," I promised as they hit the floor.

"Oh, Jane," Harry spoke slowly, seductively, "we'll have much more than that to clean up after we're done."

I shuddered at his promise and allowed him to lay me back against the table surface. His hands were quick to start pulling at my trousers, the clothing hitting the floor a moment later. My heart was pounding as he slipped my underwear down my legs and hurriedly unbuckled his belt. You could see the desperation in his face, and there was no doubt about it - mine too.

"Harry," I mumbled, growing impatient. I wanted him inside me, to fill me exquisitely and have me screaming his name.

Of course you do, you dirty slut.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, his eyes lowering to my lips. He was quick to lean forward and press his mouth against mine, our breathing ragged. He pulled back with a frown and said, "Let's hope it goes a little more smoothly this time round, yeah?" he chuckled.

I just laughed and nodded, recalling the first time we had been intimate. It hadn't been a disaster, more like a clumsy and desperate mess. Nevertheless, it had been wonderful.

I reached out and helped him unzip his jeans. I didn't hesitate to pull his manhood from the confines of his boxers and I just smiled innocently up at him.

Innocently my arse, the voice scoffed. It was right - I was anything but.

"Wait," Harry suddenly said. He sighed deeply, almost in annoyance.

"What?"

"The cóndoms are in the bedroom," he groaned. "Shit."

I just shrugged. "We can just go into the bedroom then-" I began, but Harry cut me off.

"No, no, no, I have a better idea," he spoke quietly before falling to his knees. I felt myself turn scarlet as he held my thighs apart and dipped his head between my legs. "But only if it's alright with you."

An incredulous scoff escaped my lips. "Harry, there are very few things I'd say no to."

"What the hell?" he chuckled. "You're incredible."

I couldn't reply with anything but a gasp as he licked a bold stripe up my centre. I just groaned, the sensation of his wet tongue lapping at me making me squirm uncontrollably. His long hair tickled my inner thighs and I giggled as he continued to pleasure me. He seemed to find it amusing that I was having difficulty controlling myself, my mouth open and released satisfied sounds with ever torturous movement. His hot breath fanned over me, and my back arched up from the table as his tongue darted out against my entrance.

"Mm," I heard him moan against me, the sound of his voice aiding in the build-up to my release.

"That feels amazing," I managed to mumble between moans.

"Good," Harry chuckled before I felt him tease my clít with the tip of his tongue, the precise stimulation and movements making my legs shake. In addition, he sunk a finger into me and began pumping in and out at a slow, almost teasing pace. "Does that feel good?" he asked, peeking up at me with a sly grin. Evidence of my arousál was glistening on his lips and I moaned, both in pleasure and answer. He was just too good at it.

I could only nod as he continued to lick over my tingling heat. It was driving me crazy, and I had to tangle my hands in his messy hair. When he slid a second finger in me, I suddenly found it hard to breathe, his clearly skilled hands making me feel things I'd never felt before. I moaned again. 

His thumb brushed over my clít and I jolted where I lay, the sensation causing several profanities to fall from my lips. 

"Mm," I sighed, smiling weakly down at him. His green eyes were on my face, observing the power he had over me. I wanted him to continue until I came but I also wanted him inside me and I found myself conflicted between which I would rather have. Eventually, after recalling how good he had felt last time, I opted for the latter. "I want you inside me," I panted.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

My wishes were granted as he pulled me up into his arms and carried me through to the bedroom.

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING WENT RATHER WELL, and I was more than happy that I'd managed to buy Harry a sentimental gift; a collection of classics, all hardbacks and for a reasonable and affordable price. I'd subtly asked him about his books, and what his favourites were. Surprisingly, he was mad for the oldies, anything from Dickens to Austen and I just nodded and tried to sound interested as if I'd actually read the books too.

Of course, I hadn't ever had the time what with being busy with my art work. I'd have to make time to sit and read them.

When I got home, I made sure to hide the books in my bedroom cupboard so Harry wouldn't find them. I wanted it to b a surprise. Funnily enough, he'd said the same sort of thing to me; that he was desperate to keep my gift a secret. I had absolutely objection.

I'd made a point of telling my parents that I'd be spending Christmas down in London with some friends, and they had surprisingly been OK with it. My father had said it was a good thing to spend it with other people for once and to enjoy myself. However, my mother had been persistent that I head up for New Year, which was completely fine.

With Christmas only a few weeks away, I'd also tried to get hold of all my friends to ask if they were interested in spending the festive day together. Harry had agreed and began panicking about cooking the turkey, claiming that the last time he had tried, it had resembled a burnt crisp. 

As I was getting ready for work that morning, I stood in the reception corridor to wait for Harry. We were both planning on asking Liam and Louis to join us on the twenty-fifth before our morning shifts. I was hoping they'd say yes, because when I'd got in touch with Heather, she had apologised several times and told me that she and her knob of a fiancée were going to her parents.

"Jane," I heard a familiar voice call.

I turned to find Harry walking through the front doors towards me, a large grin on his face.

"Morning," I said as he came to a stop in front of me. Before I could say much more, he cupped my cheek and pressed his lips softly against mine, taking me slightly by surprise. When he pulled away, I couldn't help but notice a few heads turn in our direction. I just smiled victoriously up at the wonderful man who just happened to be my boyfriend.

My boyfriend.

For a reason unbeknown to me, it still sounded impossible - the idea of Harry and I being a couple. But fats were facts, and he was mine.

"Ready to go?" I asked, nodding towards the coffee shop.

"Yep, let's go," he said before taking my hand and guiding me out, into the busy London street. We crossed the road ad pushed through the doors to find the two guys serving hot beverages to the sleepy customers.

We waited in line, prepared to order our own drinks and ask about their Christmas plans.

Liam was the first to see me, and he smiled widely at Harry and I. Louis waved cheerily at us. 

"Hi, guys," I said as we stood at Liam's counter. "How are you?"

"Good," Liam said at the same time Louis did.

"Could we have two cappuccinos to go," Harry said with a grin. "And also your Christmas plans?"

Louis just laughed. "As straight-froward as always, Harry." He thought for a moment. "Eh, I think I was supposed to be spending it with my family but I can't be arsed to head back up, you know? I sound like such a knob, but you know what it's like at this time of year; traffic is fúcking mental and the weather is temperamental at the best of times."

I just nodded. "Yeah, I get what you mean. But yeah, we were wondering if you two wanted to come over for Christmas if you're not busy or have things arranged?"

Liam just cast Louis a glance and nodded. "I'm free. Lou?"

He shrugged and flashed us a smile. "Count me in."

"Great," Harry said as he paid for our drinks. "Thanks, mate. It should be a good time."

"Yeah," Louis said before handing me the coffees. "I need to run out and get some bloody presents, though."

I just chuckled and handed Harry the cup before we turned and made our way back towards the ERHA, the dread of the days work almost weighing me down. Harry's arm was wrapped securely round my shoulders, holding me close to his side and acting as a support. Another dreary day was only moments away from beginning. But with Harry, it didn't matter anymore; working was just that, working. Not something that drained everything from you.

I smiled up at him.

And he smiled back down at me.

I'm going to try and update Wish every Sunday. If any of you are reading my other stories Alien and Messages, then check my bio for those update days. I'm going to try my hardest to stick to the little schedule I have up. Fingers crossed. Thank you for reading! 
Cazza x