How could I say no to Harry Styles in front of all those girls. I would be crazy and probably hated if I said no. I walk back inside with Harry's hand on my lower back guiding me towards the elevators.

"I would really like to go home and get some clothes." I say not looking at him. "Of course. I'll phone my driver and we'll leave in ten minuets" he replied in a calm voice.

We were the only two in the elevator and just stood in awkward silence. I cross my arms while Harry's remain behind his back.

"Niall walked in on me when I had just a towel on. You could have warned me you know." I say breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry he just really wanted that shirt." He said with a laugh.

"Speaking of that shirt why on earth-"

Before I could get a sentence out Harry's lips attacked mine.

His body presses against mine as his hands cup my face. I wrap my arms around his neck trying to pull him closer. His lips were rough but they felt so soothing on mine. His hands lead down my body where he squeezed my hips signaling a moan from escaping. His tongue soon darted inside my mouth. How I would love to find out what things this boy can do with his tongue.

Harry slows down the pace of the kiss moving his tongue slowly in my mouth. He slides his hands up his t-shirt putting his large hands over my breasts massaging them lightly. My legs grow weaker as his hands get rougher.

"Jump." He says in between kisses. I do as he says and wrap my legs around his long, toned torso. Not breaking the kiss he walks backwards smashing my back against the wall opposite where we were standing seconds ago. My breathing becomes heavier as he kisses my jaw. He kisses down my neck nibbling my skin causing me to moan lightly. Harry's tongue swipes my skin where he leaves little neck tattoos making the pain turn into pleasure.

"Oh God I've really got to stop meeting you like this." Louis says as the elevator doors open.

Harry's hands drop from my body as he places me down gently. I clear my throat fixing my hair so it doesn't look like I got hit by a train. I can see Harry from the corner of my eyes lick his lips smirking. "Sorry Louis."

He scoffs and enters the elevator. Harry intertwines his fingers with mine tugging me out of the elevator. When we're both alone in the hallway I can't help but let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Harry asks me. "Nothing." I try to hide my laughs from becoming louder.

We enter his hotel room so Harry can change real quick. "Hey Rion." He says from the bathroom.

"Hmm?"

"Come here. I want to show you something." I walk towards the bathroom to see Harry standing in the door way with a smirk on his face. I stop in front of him curious to what he wants me to see. "Okay.. What do you need to show me."

"Perfect." He says booping my nose. I flinch as he touched my nose kinda of confused. "What?"

"I should be an artist! This is real abstract work." He replies crossing his arms like he accomplished something. "Harry what are you- oh." I say as he turns me to face the mirror.

"Perfect." Harry says moving my hair to one side kissing my neck that's covered in purple hickeys.

... Oh my

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Harry Styles smirking will be the death of me.