an intense feeling of deep affection.

He's the captain of the football team, she's the top art student. He secretly loves her, she enjoyed his presence. He'd keep her away from every male, she'd encourage him to find a girlfriend. He'd do anything for her, she'd offer a friend's shoulder.

Harry is just a boy trying to finish the year off with him meaning something more than "A Friend" to his crush. Carter's just a girl trying to survive with her family by being on the top of the list. It all comes down to friends at one point, right?

But what happens when he wants so much more than she can give?

He wants her, and won't stop until she's more than a Crush.


35. Epilogue.

"Darcy! Come on!" Carter chased after her ten year old daughter.
She bumped into her husband who gave her a cheeky grin, his dimples popping out.
She tried to go around him, but he blocked her way.
"Harry," she says strictly. "Darcy will be late for her bus. I need to finish getting her ready for school."
"I can't help that I want to touch you every time I see you." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing loving kisses to her neck.
"Harry." She whined, trying to pull away.
"Fine. I'll get Darcy ready." He pulls away, grabbing the hair tie and hair brush his wife held.
"Thank you." She sighs, giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning around.
But before she can walk away, an arm wraps around her slim waist once more, pulling her back against Harry.
"But you know," his lips press into her neck, more intimately then the first time. "It'll cost you a few hours after Darcy and Tommy leave." He sucks on her skin.
"Harry," she moans quietly. "If the kids see--"
"They aren't near us." He whispers, nibbling on the skin of her neck.
His hand slowly creeps up to her left breast, fondling it lightly.
She lets out a shaky breath as his lips trail up to her ear.
"The bed is calling your name, babe." He bit the lobe of her ear, pulling it lightly before letting it go, his large hand working harder on her breast as his other one trailed down to the end of her dress, hiking it up her right leg.
"Mummy! Daddy! It's eight fifteen! The bus is going to come in five minutes!" Darcy's giggle breaks them apart.
Luckily, their little girl was behind Harry, unable to see the erotic actions happening not even five seconds ago.
Carter quickly pushes away from Harry, fixing her dress and pulling her long brown hair to the right to hide the mark her husband left.
She pulled the hair brush and hair tie out of Harry's hands, giving him a large glare.
But he stared at her, his green eyes dark, and his breaths short. 
His crotch bulged and he waited impatiently for Darcy and Tommy to leave so he could show her what his hands could really do.
Carter quickly put Darcy's hair in a ponytail, helping her put her bag on. 
Darcy grabbed the football(soccer ball) from the floor, her curly hair bouncing along with her as she waited for her older brother.
Darcy had inherited most of Harry's looks and actions.
She had his curly hair, cheeky dimples, and love for football(soccer) and sports in general. She inherited her mothers blue eyes, and friendly persona.
Tommy had token his mothers straight brown hair-- which he always pulls into a quiff-- and artistic skills. He had taken his fathers emerald green eyes, and cheeky persona.
"Tommy! Come on! You're going to be late!" Carter calls out.
"Coming! Coming." Her son padded down the stairs.
"Hold up, bud." His dad stops him.
Turning his son around, Harry fixed his son's tie, nudging him towards the door.
"Go on." He chuckled.
"All set?" Carter checked both of her kids.
Darcy was eight, and Tommy was eleven.
Her mother kissed both of their foreheads as Harry walked towards his family.
"Alright, Daddy will drop you guys off at the bus stop today." He pulled Darcy up to sit on his shoulders.
Darcy giggled as the three of them began walking out the door.
"Daddy, we're going to Uncle Louis' house today right?" His little girl played with his hair.
"Yup." He smiled.
"Are uncle Niall and Uncle Liam going to be there? And what about uncle Zayn?" His son looked up at his father.
"They're all going to be there." Harry laughed. "So is aunt El, and aunt Shannon, and aunt Danielle, and aunt Perrie."
"Is Allie going to be there?" Harry heard his son ask with a quiet hope.
"Allie? As in, Allie Payne?" He asked his son, confused.
Before Tommy could answer, Darcy began.
"Yeah, Allie Payne. Tommy's only asking because he's got a huge crush on her." She smirked at her older brother.
"N-No I don't! She just borrowed a book from me, and was wondering if she was done with it yet." Tommy stuttered, a red blush taking over his cheeks.
"Allie's nice. But not Kody Tomlinson. He's mean." Darcy frowned.
"Kody's only mean to you because he wants you to pay attention to him." Tommy turned.
"Why would he want that?" She scrunched her nose up cutely.
"Because he likes you." Tommy said in a duh tone.
"Ew!! Ew!! Daddy! Tommy's saying weird stuff again!" Darcy faked a gag.
"It's true!" Tommy argued.
And just then, the bus pulled up.
Darcy climbed down her dad's back and ran towards the bus.
"Bye daddy!" She waved.
Harry grinned, waving back as Tommy jumped into the bus as well with a wave towards his father.
Getting into the bus, Tommy slid past his younger sister and sat down next to Dylan Horan.
Darcy frowned.
"Guys! Where am I suppose to sit?" She whined.
Maddison Malik was sat next to Allie Payne.
"Sweetie! We need to get going!" The bus driver called.
"Darcy! You can sit next to me. But it would make me have to see your face up close." 
Darcy scowled as she turned to face Kody Tomlinson, her arch nemeses.
She huffed, plopping down next to him as the bus began moving.
On the sidewalk, Harry made sure his kids were safely on the bus before he quickly began walking back to the house.
Entering the house, he went up to his wife, ready to pick up where they left off.
"Harry!" Carter gasps when he turns he around.
He picks her up, setting her on the island as he pressed his lips against hers.
"I love you." He breaths.
"I love you more." She smiles sly.
"That will never be possible." 
And with that, they were making their way to the bedroom, no intention of coming out soon.
And it just happens.


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