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"I got a flight for four in the morning," I told Harry, wandering into the living room where Harry was sprawled lazy on the couch, "was the cheapest one."

"Hm, I'll finish packing in a little while then," he hummed in response, not tearing his eyes from the TV screen. I glanced over at it, sending him an evil look. We were back in Harry's apartment, Liam and the others back in Seattle now - we would catch a flight in the morning to be there for tomorrow afternoon.

"You're finishing 'Friends' without me?" I pouted, sitting down on the couch beside him, as he nodded.

"I wanted to see what happened with Ross and Rachel," he said as if it were obvious.

"You know what happens with Ross and Rachel," I protested, "I can't believe you watched it without me."

"Shut up," he shuffled on the couch so that he was laying on his back, lifting his foot up to nudge my face with it.

"Stop!" I groaned, trying to shove his foot away from my face as he laughed, and I sent him a huff. I stood up from the couch, only to be yanked back onto it by Harry's strong grip, pulling me down on top of him.

"Stop whining," he teased, a smirk pulling on his lips. He was feeling better, that was clear - at least in our situation. Though I was certain that his slight distrust would be lingering over him for a while now, I could only hope it began to rebuild itself soon. And that had begun when he'd showed me his writings, closing any separation between us.

"Hmph," was all I hummed in response as I buried my head into his shoulder, entirely content with his arms around my waist and my own resting at the nape of his neck.

"'m sorry," he mumbled as his eyes met mine, his green irises piercing into my own. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"That's a stupid thing to say," I said honestly, "you have no reason to be."

"I do," he murmured, his fingertips outlining shapes I didn't bother to take note of on the small of my back, "I shouldn't shut you out when I'm angry, and make you feel bad."

"You didn't make me feel anything," I argued gently, "be angry when you deserve to be, H. We all deal with things in different ways."

"My way is pretty shitty," he remarked, tilting his head forward to press a long kiss to the side of my mouth, his voice dropping down an octave, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied, burying my head into his neck and pressing a single kiss to his jawline. I couldn't help but think back to the words scrawled messily in graphite onto the pages - the words he'd written when he was away from me. I never dreamed I'd find myself in the position where somebody found themself needing me as much as I needed them; somebody loving me like I loved them. And as I stared down at Harry I knew I'd found that.

"I can't wait to marry you someday, Ana Grace," he peppered the side of my face with kisses, "have a big house and all that. And we'll get that dog you've been wanting, and one of those wine vineyards you pretend you think are cliché."

I laughed, "they are cliché."

"So are you," he winked, and I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him, only for him to touch his tongue to mine with a mocking chuckle. "Let's have a bath," he said suddenly, sitting up so that I was now straddling his lap.

"Why?" I grinned.

"Because," he said simply, gently lifting me from his lap and standing up, "I want to finger you and I haven't done it in a bath yet."

"Harry!" I squealed at the bluntness of his vulgarity, only for him to send me a wink and wander out of the living room and towards the bathroom.

I let out a soft laugh before I took it upon myself to stand up and slip into Harry's bedroom, stepping out of my clothes and letting them pool around my ankles. The water had been running for a few minutes now, and I didn't waste time in heading to the bathroom. I pushed open the door, slightly ajar, Harry's back turned to me, only turning to face me in response to the creak of the door.

His eyes widened in surprise before his pupils dilated and his irises darkened, taking in the sight of me in only my bra and underwear for a moment before he took a step towards me. He wound his arms around my waist, lifting me onto the rim of the sink and standing between my legs.

"Didn't want to let me undress you?" he murmured huskily against the shell of my ear, biting down on my earlobe as I tilted my head back a little to meet his grip.

"Figured I'd save you the time," I returned, his crotch grinding dangerously slow against my own while I held my place on the sink, my chin resting on his shoulder as he worked on the spot below my ear with his mouth. He barely grazed his fingers between my legs before he pushed himself away from me, heading over to the tub and switching off the water.

Harry then brought his eyes to mine once more, wasting no time in removing his own clothes and pulling me down from the sink. He gently pushed me forwards so my stomach was pressed to the basin, deliberately pressing himself up against me - my lips parted in an instant as he brought his fingers to my bra and unclasped it with ease, slipping it along my arms and onto the floor. He ran his hand over the curve of my bum, hooking his fingers over the waistband of my underwear and yanking them down my legs. He bent me further over the sink, teasing a single finger against my entrance, barely allowing me to part my lips before he withdrew it and headed for the bathtub, stepping into it.

He sat down at one end, cocking an eyebrow at me, "C'mere then, pretty girl."

I walked towards the bath tub, swinging my leg over the side and stepping in so that I was straddling his lap, the only thing between us being his hard length. I brought my hands up from the water and tangled them in Harry's hair, dropping my lips to his neck. His hands ran smoothly up and down my hips and my back, tugging me further down onto him - I tugged one of my hands from his hair and brought it to his length, the water enabling me to run my hand up and down with ease. A low, breathy groan left Harry's lips as I dragged my thumb over his tip, lifting my head from his neck to watch his eyes flutter shut.

"This was supposed to be me touching you," he rasped, bucking his hips slightly to push himself further into my hand.

"Yet I don't see you complaining," I responded confidently, sucking on the spot below his ear to be greeted with another groan and a mumble of profanities.

"I need to be inside you," he rasped into my ear, pressing an attempt at a kiss in my hair as his lips once again separated and he moaned against the feel of my hand. "Now."

There was something so unexplainable about the way Harry was when I touched him - vulnerable and weak, yet in the sexiest way. His eyes fluttering shut, the green irises hidden by his long eyelashes - his lips parted in a desperate 'o' shape.

"Ana," he pleaded, "let me fuck you." I didn't answer as I continued to tease him, my hand moving along his length before massaging my hand against his balls, Harry's loudest moan yet leaving his mouth in a beautiful, breathless gasp.

Harry grew more restless and quickly slipped his hand between my legs, pinching my clit between his fingers to catch me by surprise, causing me to lean further into him and lift myself slightly, just enough for him to sneakily press his tip to my entrance, knowing if I moved an inch he'd be inside me.

"Not fair," I mumbled into his ear, my hands on the wall either side of his head as I hovered over him, his tip still teasing my entrance and making it difficult to continue my torment.

"Sit down and let me make you feel good," he said huskily in return, gripping his length as it remained pressed between my legs, "we can both feel good, hm?"

I gave in, lowering myself down onto him with a gasp, this new position immediately hitting a higher level, and even deeper than I was sure he ever had. I buried my head into his neck as Harry gripped my waist and guided me up and then back onto him, the two of us moaning in unison.

"Fuck," was all I could breathe as our skin connected again, and I rolled my hips onto him, another gasp escaping my lips as Harry lifted me to slam back into me. I arched my back, my whole weight resting on Harry as I clawed at his shoulders, the only sound to be heard being the combination of our skin slapping against one another's and the water sloshing around our bodies.

Harry's hands crept down to my bum, squeezing me so tightly in his palms I was sure he'd leave handprints as he helped me roll my hips against him, slowly as if to savour the moment to the very maximum.

I knew I wouldn't last long when Harry brought his thumb to my clit, combined with minutes of him slamming into me relentlessly as I pushed myself down onto him, my hands tangling in his hair. I tugged on his curls, a sharp moan leaving his mouth as his lips crashed onto my own and his thrusts never ceased their work on me.

"Baby," he mumbled against my lips, thrusting back up into me, "I'm gonna come."

I could only part my lips in response as I was hit with the crashing wave of my orgasm, the feeling of ecstasy sent rocketing through my veins as Harry hit his own climax, releasing and experiencing his very own bliss. He pushed the both of us through our highs, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I felt the electricity right down to my core.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you," he exhaled and pressed his forehead, glistening with sweat, to my bare shoulder.

And that made it time to go home to Seattle.