17. Spicing it up :)
"So, you do love me?" I asked, looking down at my feet.
"Yes," she took a deep breath, "A lot more than I should. That's why you have got to stop chasing me."
"I know," I said, without looking at her face. If I looked at her face, I wouldn't of been able to get up, right then and walk away like I did.
I watched as Niall left. It had hurt but it was for the better.
It was dark when Harry got back. I was laying on the bed, my eyes closed, but I could hear him puttering around the room.
"Harry? What are you doing?" I asked, sleepily.
"Oh, you're awake," he leaned onto the bed and grabbed my waist from behind, rolling me to face him.
"Yes," I mumbled, my nose brushing his.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better, but hungry," I laughed, sitting up.
"Wanna go out for dinner?"
I nodded and he pulled me to my feet.
Harry changed his shirt while I fixed myself up and we headed to a restaurant I had gone to when I had lived here.
The next day, we had a driver take us to my old house. We had been here less than a year ago and nothing had changed.
"Tea?" my mum asked as we all sat in our back room.
Harry and I both nodded.
It was quiet with no one here. It had only been a year and everyone had left within that time.
"Have you thought about wedding plans?" my mum asked, returning.
I shook my head, "No. It has only been a week."
Harry choked a bit of laughter which made me laugh.
"What about location?"
"Well, that would be the hard calling. Do we have it here and fly Harry's family and friends over or do we have it in England and fly mine. Or do we have a small wedding in each. Or do we go somewhere completely random and fly everyone."
My mum basically planned my wedding for me that day.
When we got back to the hotel, I could see Harry staring at me in the elevator.
"What?" I asked.
"All this wedding talk is making me want you even faster," he laughed.
"Harry, you already have me," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I smiled as I understood the full meaning behind his words.
"You are so damn sexy when you're horny," I laughed, pulling his mouth to mine. He pushed me up to the wall as we heard the ding of the elevator stopping. I grabbed his hand and pulled back.
As soon as we were in the room, Harry was pulling at my shirt. I pulled it roughly over my head and my hair, which had been in a bun, fell around my face. His shirt was next and then my pants. He grabbed me and say me on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he grabbed the phone.
He winked, "Spicing things up."
"Hi, can I get some melted chocolate, strawberries, cream and basically whatever sweet food you can find delivered to room 225?"
"Thanks," he hung up the phone, moving back to me.
Around five minutes later, the door was knocked on. Harry leaped up, his pants half done and opened it. I curled into the blanket as the guy dropped off the food.
Harry looked at me and smiled. He got some plates and put them on the bed. I laughed as he laid over me and feed me strawberries.
We were licking food off of each other, seductively. Every taste moving lower and lower. I moaned as he sucked at my stomach, licking a line of chocolate.
"I like this whole spicing it up thing," I said, licking the whipped cream off his abs.
We went further and further.
It was about one am when I noticed that Harry was asleep. I could hear noises in the hallway and the sound of Niall yelling.
I rose, trying hard not to wake Harry. I searched for clothes with my hand and produced one of Harry's white shirts.
There were several security guards in the hallway and one very rowdy Niall. He was swaying and yelling out about how Australia had weak drinks.
"Let me take him," I said to one of the security guards. He nodded and helped me into Niall's room.