Amelia Chapter Eleven

Day: 29 Week: 04

I received a text from Liam asking if he could come over with Rory, and I purposefully did not reply because I was still annoyed at Rory for his intrusive questions the last time he was over. After a half hour I got another text from Liam, explaining that Rory wanted to apologize, and that we should all try to be friends. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and texted back a simple 'Okay.'

About a half hour after, there was a knock at my door, and Liam and Rory appeared.

"Listen Amelia, I'm really sorry about the last time I was here. I didn't mean to sound intrusive, I was simply studying relationships and the psychological impact it has on the people involved at my job and since you were in one, naturally I questioned. But I am sorry it took you aback and offended you." Rory said in a mature and measured voice. Liam was looking down at his shoes, both hands in his pockets.

The reason behind his questioning took me by surprise. I had not expected such a reasonable explanation.

"Oh, I didn't know you were doing that, I'm sorry for lashing out at you. But knowing the reasons would have been helpful." I replied, going into the kitchen and grabbing a few sodas.

"Yeah, no I understand." Rory's voice said from behind me. "The study had to be conducted without the people being questioned knowing it was going on so…"

"Oh?" I said disbelievingly.

"Yeah." He affirmed. "Sometimes when someone knows they're taking part in a study they tend to alter their responses to how they feel it would fit the study."

I had nothing to counter his argument with, so I was forced to accept it. I simply did not reply to Rory, and spoke to Liam instead.

"You know I almost called you the other day, Liam." I said, handing him a can of soda. I handed Rory one, but he put a hand up, denying it.

"Yeah?" Liam said, taking a drink.

"Yeah, I was in my car, on my way to get groceries, and it was so weird, I couldn't drive the car almost, I felt so scared." I mentioned, as I put Rory's can of coke back in the fridge. I opened mine and took a sip, aware of the silence that fell. I looked at my guests, in time to see them exchange a few glances.

"You were scared of driving the car?" Liam said, his voice hesitant. I thought I detected a bit of strain as well.

"Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. I almost called you, but I made myself drive to the store because I thought I was being ridiculous. But you should have seen me, I was hyperventilating, and my heart was pounding I nearly shook… it was weird." I took another sip of my coke, remembering the feeling I had in the car with accuracy.

"Maybe because it's been too long since you last drove one." Liam halfheartedly suggested.

"I have no idea." I replied, tossing Liam's suggestion out of the possible things it could have been. Cars don't give one that feeling.

"I met Perrie the other day." Liam said, trying to start a conversation.

"Oh really?" I commented. I had never personally met her, but I had seen her with Zayn once or twice. She seemed nice.

"Yeah she seems quite pleasant, and a little kooky, but nice." Liam said. I became bothered a little bit at the mention of Perrie, not because of anything against her but because she had a relationship in which she saw her boyfriend, Zayn, nearly every day. Why couldn't I have that?

"I've met Perrie too." Rory said, "Seems I've met everyone but Harry. How is he?"

I began to feel closed in, and pressured. Pressure to constantly talk about Harry to Rory, pressure to act happy despite what I was feeling inside.

"He's fine." I replied, almost monotone.

"You guys okay, though?" He asked. I began to be annoyed again, because I had a feeling he was doing his experiment again.

"Yeah. Just busy." I replied.

Rory asked me if it was bothering me that he was busy, or that we didn't meet as much as we used to. He kept asking me what had changed, and since when. I tried not to lash out at him, but suddenly I didn't want to talk about it, but Rory wouldn't stop. Finally, I just couldn't stand it anymore and I began to cry, feeling stupid as I did so.

"He's just busy okay?! He has a huge job to do, so he can't see me as often anymore. But he comes when he can. Nothing's changed. He still loves me, and I love him. He tells me so every time he visits." I cried out. The words I said were more to convince myself, than to convince the others everything was okay. I tried to wipe my tears but too many were flowing. Liam handed me a tissue and I took it, thanking him and apologizing. I really didn't know what was wrong with me. I seemed to be sensitive for no reason.

Rory's face seemed to be frozen in deep concentration, his eyes fixated on me as I dried my tears. I noticed Liam whispering something to him, trying to look nonchalant, but I knew he was whispering about me. When Liam was finished, Rory nodded, still looking at me like I had two heads.

"What are you talking about?" I said defensively. "If you have something to say, I can hear it too. Stop hiding things from me." I was tired of secrets. First it was Zayn's call, with him moving away from me and saying he didn't know how to tell me something, and now this? I felt angry and betrayed, like some sort of social experiment everyone was observing. "I don't understand why you're hiding secrets from me! Why is that necessary!? I thought we were could trust each other with anything!"

"Take it easy, Li, we were just—" Liam began but I interrupted.

"No I will not take it easy Liam! This isn't fair to me! This is just adding to the frustration I feel!" I retorted, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.

No one spoke for a while. Liam and Rory refused to look me in the eye.

"I want to be alone, I don't feel like being social today." I said, walking away from them. I didn't feel like seeing them out the door. All I wanted was to soothe myself with some music.

I find just who I need in my bedroom, however, so music is not needed.

"How long have you been here?" I told Harry, who was lying down on my bed, with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"Not long. I got in a few minutes ago."

"How… I didn't see you come in." I countered.

"Yeah I heard you yelling and thought I shouldn't interrupt. So I came in through your window." Harry said calmly, still facing the ceiling.

"Harry I live on the third floor." I said.

"What's wrong? You've been crying." He told me, finally seeing my face and sitting up on the bed with a look of complete concern. I walked over to him and sat on his lap, putting my arms around his neck and putting my head on his shoulder. Harry stroked my hair with his one hand, while the other rested on my lap.

"I've just been so frustrated lately. This guy Rory keeps asking me about you and it makes me really upset, and Liam and Zayn have definitely been hiding stuff from me, and I feel like it all has to do with you. It would be better if you could just stop by and meet Rory? Then he'll stop asking me? Or come see me more often. I miss you, Harry, I really really do. I don't know if I can deal with this." I said, my feelings pouring out like water.

"Shh. Don't talk like that love. Don't talk that way." Harry said with extreme hurt in his voice. "Listen, I'm going to get more people to work for me, and then I'll have more time. Soon this will be over, and we can be together like we used to be. I'm here now. I love you, Amelia."

"Promise?" I said, tears falling silently now.

"Promise." He replied.

And we stayed there that way, until I fell asleep.

Day: 30 Week: 04

I became aware of an arm which was draped across my waist somewhere during the course of my sleep. At first I thought nothing was out of the ordinary, but slowly I began to become conscious of the fact that I hadn't slept woken up with anyone in about a month. I opened my eyes slowly, and saw Harry, peaceful and dreaming in his blissful sleep. I immediately smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. He had finally slept the whole night through with me. For once, he didn't leave for work. For once, I got to see his beautiful face being illuminated by the early morning rays of the warm sun. It was the last time I was truly happy.

I kept still, not wanting to disturb him, and I observed his sleeping features. My eyes observed his eyelashes, how they swept across his pale skin, how there was not a crease in his features, and a hint of a smile on his face. He seemed to be having a good dream. I watched his lips, slightly parted and bright pink, and the way his hair was spread out on the pillow, soft and the color of the richest chocolate brown. He was beautiful, in the purest sense of the word. Angelic, even. The first time I had woken up to his face was the first time his complete and utter beauty hit me. But it never ceased to surprise me.

We had just gone out to dinner to celebrate my twentieth birthday. I had fought with him during the weeks leading up to my birthday-I had wanted something simple, while he wished to throw me some sort of party to celebrate. Thankfully, he decided to cede to my wishes and took me out to a simple dinner. It had been nice and formal. I had to wear a semi-formal dress, and Harry wore a suit and tie. He reserved seats outside, as it was summer, in an intimate and hidden away corner of the restaurant. The only light we had was the light emitting from the white Christmas lights above our heads and the candle on our table. Harry had been extra polite that dinner as well, pulling out my chair so I could sit, opening the car door for me, and referring to me as darling—something he never calls me.

We were on our way up the stairs to my apartment, and I became increasingly nervous because Harry had a suspicious excitement about him. I truly hoped he hadn't arranged a surprise party. But when I opened the door I found it was something better than that. I walked in to find my entire apartment decorated with birthday banners, balloons, streamers, and other things. No one jumped and yelled surprise, except for Harry, who stood in front of me with his arms extended into my living room, with a childlike glee about him as if saying 'look at what I did!'

"Did you decorate my apartment, Harry?!" I asked, completely flattered and astonished. My eyes looked around, taking everything in. I felt really appreciative of him.

"Well, I made Ellen take you shopping and while you were out I kind of broke in here and decorated. That's why I refused to have you get ready for dinner here." Harry confessed sheepishly.

Without hesitating, closed the distance between myself and Harry in three steps, and stood up on my tip toes and kissed him with as much appreciation and passion as I could muster. He kissed me back immediately with what I took as gratitude, moving his hands freely up and down my back, and I melted into his body, sinking into complete bliss. I suddenly felt bold, and completely sure of myself, and I realized that I would like nothing more than to give myself to him. I broke away from the kiss and looked him in the eye, quite breathless.

"Make love to me, Harry." I whispered to him, staring at him straight in the eye and biting my lip. I watched his eyes darken with lust and yearning.

"Are you sure?" He asked cautiously. Harry's voice was cautious but his body language told me he wanted nothing more than to scoop me up and lay me on my bed.

"Now is not the time to be a gentleman, Harry." I said to him, a bit impatient. Without skipping a beat, Harry kissed me hard, moving my arms to his neck and then his hands down to both of my thighs, where he pulled up and hoisted me up onto his hips. I locked my legs around his back, grinding into him eliciting a throaty moan that I felt in his chest. Harry began to move us in the direction of my bed room with a sense of urgency and longing in his step.

A pleasant and thrilling shiver went down my spine when Harry's tongue forcefully swept against mine, fighting for dominance. Harry tasted like anything and everything sweet. I could kiss him for hours on end, and if I had my way, I probably would. I heard Harry kick open my door and walk to my bed. There, he lowered my onto my sheets, looking into my eyes with tenderness, as if I were a fragile, breakable thing. I had my hands on his cheeks, hair, and neck, feeling the small muscles move beneath my fingers as he moved closer to place a small kiss upon my lips before breaking away and pulling off his suit jacket and removing his shirt underneath.

My eyes appraised his shirtless figure, taking in the tattoos, and sculpted torso, his biceps, and chest. I felt myself blush. Harry moved closer to me, placing a hand behind my back and I felt my dress loosen up. He pushed the fabric down, revealing my black bra. He kissed me once more, this time with more tenderness, and pushed me back so that I lay beneath him. I lifted my hips and he removed my dress, and tossed it onto a heap on the floor along with his clothes. I wasn't nervous yet—I had gone farther than this with Harry—but the knowledge of where this was all going did speed up my heart a little. I spread my legs a bit to allow him to nestle in between them like he had done countless times before, and I kissed him sweetly and deeply, while my hands wandered along his bare chest, down to his abs and belt buckle. I felt his muscles contract under my fingers, and small goosebumps formed where my fingers were. I smiled in my kiss, and Harry did the same, emitting a breathy and throaty laugh which drove me wild. My fingers undid his belt buckle with ease, and I quickly found the zipper and unzipped his pants and shrugged them off, Harry helping me in the process by kicking his pants down to the floor with his feet. With my elbows I pushed myself father into the center of my bed and he followed, hovering closely over me.

Balancing himself with one arm, Harry moved his other arm to my bra strap and unhooked it with absolute professionalism. His hand moved back down to the side of me to steady himself and with his mouth he traced down—first my cheek, neck, collarbone, chest—and with his teeth he grabbed my bra, and pulled down, removing it completely. He did this while holding constant and unblinking eye contact, which caused me to feel moist and turned me on incredibly. He then turned his attention to my breasts, kissing them and massaging them, giving them is fullest and undivided attention. During this I would squirm under him with pleasure, and let out whimpers and moans that I could hardly contain. His lips moved back up to my face, but his hands began to move in an opposite direction, down my stomach, and under the fabric of my black underwear. I took in a sharp breath at the feeling of his fingers against my vagina, but immediately adjusted to the feeling, finding it pleasurable. He placed one, two fingers inside of me and I let out a small moan to which he responded by biting my neck and sucking on the skin hard. I arched my back in pleasure, my hands raking against his back and probably leaving marks. He began to move his fingers in and out, thrusting them inside me in rhythmic ecstasy, immediately leaving me breathless. I stared into his green, lustful eyes as he did this, and I enjoyed watching his face, deep in concentration.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He practically half growled, half panted. I only replied by biting my lip in an attempt to contain a moan.

Harry's fingers were gathering speed, thrusting faster and faster inside of me, which brought me closer and closer over the edge.

"I'm so close." I panted, and suddenly Harry adjusted his arm so that his fingers could go deeper, making it more pleasurable. Within seconds I had reached the edge, and I threw my head back, my eyes closed and mouth in the shape of an 'O'. Harry's fingers slowed down, and eventually he took them out, and placed them in his mouth, licking up all the juices with his tongue in a seductive manner, without breaking eye contact with me. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.

Harry's hands grabbed the hem of my underwear and pulled, taking them off of me. He then removed his boxers and tossed them to the side, joining the growing pile of clothes. I wasn't looking at anything I hadn't seen before, but this time was different. My heart sped up and my hands began to shake, even though there was not a doubt in my mind this was what I wanted. Harry once again hovered over me, his eyes now guarded and cautious.

"You sure about this?" He asked me softly, taking with his hand a clump of sweaty hair of mine and sweeping it behind my ear. I nodded, not trusting my voice and fearing it would crack and give me away. Harry kissed me softly, positioning himself at my entrance. I gasped and held my breath a bit as I felt him slide in with ease, and my breath came out as a moan once I exhaled. It was a marvelous feeling, I felt completely full and connected to him in every way possible. Harry stayed still for a moment so that I could adjust to his size, and then began to move inside me, in a very slow and measured pace. Every thrust brought feelings of euphoria through every fiber of my being, and I held on to his broad back for security, and for the ability to pull him closer. The overall effect was a very romantic and tender experience. I felt so loved and flattered by the way he was treating me, and I quite felt like I was in a romantic movie at that point. Every so often I would let out a loud moan, and the room quickly became filled with a chorus of groans, whimpers, and moans, which echoed off the walls and back into our ears.

"I love you so much." He told me in one breath, staring into my soul with his deep green eyes. I felt like at that moment I could see his very soul as well.

"I love you too." I panted back as his thrusts became faster and more urgent.

I arched my back as I came close, and he adjusted his body to get a deeper angle. In a few seconds I moaned his name as I orgasmed, breathless from the impact. Harry kept going a few more thrusts, and soon enough I saw his neck tighten so that I saw his veins, and he let out a throaty groan allowing his full weight to rest on me, completely spent. We stayed that way for what seemed like hours, catching our breath and giving each other butterfly kisses wherever we could.

Then we got under the covers and fell asleep until morning.

When I woke up I remembered I smiled, remembering the events from the previous night. Harry was fast asleep still, his face covered with relaxed bliss. My fingers traced over his exposed tattoos, tracing each and every single line with carefulness. I was so transfixed on tracing his skin that I did not realize his eyes on me nearly that whole time, and when I looked up my brown eyes met with his green ones, and I smiled sheepishly.

"That felt nice." He said, with a throaty and hoarse morning voice.

And so Harry closed his eyes once more, and I resumed my tattoo tracing activities.

Day: 31 Week: 04

There were three knocks on my door. I put down the drink I was drinking in my kitchen and went forth to answer it, finding Niall, Liam, Zayn, Rory and Louis on the other side. My jaw dropped. Louis? The fact that Louis was here made me suspicious. Because no one had heard from Louis in forever. Louis had practically fallen off the face of the Earth. If he was here, there was a pretty good reason.

"Amelia," Niall spoke in his Irish accent, his voice strained and worried as he nervously wiped his hands on his jeans. "May we come in?"