Avery LOVES live music. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's just the bright lights and all the commotion and I'm not really sure she realises it's her Daddy that she's watching but she bounces along in my arms for a good few songs then exhausts herself and falls asleep. So for the first week of this tour I've yet to see a full show because I've left with Avery the minute she started to get cranky and taken her back to our hotel and put her to bed.
But I've actually really enjoyed it. It's given me a couple of hours to then do my own thing. In fairness it's always been within the confines of our hotel room but it gives me a chance to Skype with my parents or Allison. Or it's allowed me to pick up some extra jobs from work that I've been able to do in the few hours before Harry comes back.
So tonight I'm lost in a sketch of a new logo for a whiskey distillery when the door to the suite bursts open and in bounds Harry.
I love getting to experience him after a gig. Despite being on the stage giving it his all for the best part of 2 hours, he comes back with endless amounts of energy and it takes him a while to come back off that natural high. I kind of envy how easily he can find that euphoria, people pay a lot of money and ruin their lives searching for the high he finds so easily. It also explains why he's never dabbled in drugs, he knows the real deal is so much better.
"Ooooooheeeeee" He sings as he floats in. I close my sketch pad as he saunters over to the table. He's changed out of the extraordinary flouncy suit he had on on stage and into an old, white band tee and basketball shorts. His hair is still wet and matted and I can smell the salty sweat that still clings to his body. He props himself against the large glass table that I've been working on. My forearms are still leaning against the table and I can feel the fabric of his shorts rub against my arm he's so close.
"Good night?" I look up at him and can't help but smile in return at his infectious grin.
"Maybe the best show yet!" He grins simultaneously folding his arms across his chest and his long legs at the ankle.
"You say that every night" I smile, leaning back in my dinning chair. It gives me an excuse to move my arm away from his thigh before I couldn't control the tingling any longer and ran my hand along his leg just to feel the tight muscle ripple underneath my touch. I fold my arms across my chest to mirror his body.
"I know, but I mean it tonight" his eyes are alight with humour.
"Oh? And you don't mean it every other night, are you lying to me then?" My lips twitch as I try to keep an unamused look on my face.
"They just keep getting better and better" He smiles as he uncrosses and crosses his legs again, unable to contain the pent up energy.
"Did Ave's have a good time tonight?"
"Great" I beam. "She managed to make it all the way to Girl Crush tonight, so her stamina is improving. Only another 1 song and I might actually see the first half of your show"
"You don't have to leave, you know? Im sure she'd sleep fine in her pram, or Jeff could bring her back to the hotel instead" He shrugs casually but he's fully aware of what he's asking.
"I mean, I'm warming to Jeff, but I don't think I'm quite there yet and she's not going to sleep in her pram with a pair of ear defenders on" I smile as I lower my eyes to the table in front of me. I don't want to dampen his mood but I don't want to give him false hope. "I'll get to see a full show eventually. Even if I have to wait till Glasgow" I look back up to see Harry looking contemplative.
"Only 2 and a half weeks to go" The grin returns to his expression.
"Yeah, I'll be able to perform the first half of your show by memory by that point" I roll my eyes. I can pretend I don't love every minute of the show that I've seen so far, but in all honestly I've been loving it as much as Avery and I have the added bonus of knowing it's her daddy up there.
Watching Harry performing is mesmerising. He becomes a totally different person on stage. He's still the same Harry, he's still charming and funny and a phenomenal singer, but he oozes sex appeal and an added confidence he doesn't always have in everyday life. It doesn't surprise me he has thousands of adoring fans screaming at him each night. If I didn't have my daughter with me each night I'd probably screaming along with everyone else.
"I saw you dancing tonight. You were loving every second of my show!"
I could feel the heat creep over my cheeks as the blush engulfed me. "Really? You could see us from all the way back in that box?"
He stared down at me intently, not allowing the blush to fade, my heart was hammering in my chest.
Eventually the grin crept over his lips. "Not really, I can barely see 2 feet in front of me. But you're reaction told me everything I need to know"
He held my gaze for another second before pushing himself off the table. "I need a shower"
"Yeah, Go take a shower, you stink!" I smile at myself as a I start to gather up my sketch pad, pencils and Avery's monitor.
"Dork" I hear Harry murmur on his way to the bedroom.
"Sorry?" I watch as he turns to face me but still continues to back away from me.
"You're going to need to try harder with your movie quotes, Sweetheart. The Proposal? Easy play to call"
"Naked girl in army boots? Easy play to call" I wink, giving him the full line. "You're going to need to try harder if you think you can outfox me with Coyote Ugly, mate"
"Mate" He mocks my accent before disappearing into the bedroom.
"Nora? Where's Avery?" I hear his frantic voice before he appears back at the bedroom door.
I indicate the monitor in my hands and use it to point along the corridor to the closed bedroom door.
"I decided to use my time wisely and set up the monitor to see how she got on in her own room. That little nursery they have set up in there is just perfection. So far there's not been a peep from her"
"Long may it continue" Harry smiles as he disappears back into the bedroom. I quickly tidy up my sketch stuff before I find my way back into our bedroom. A bedroom I'm not sure I should really be in now that the baby we were using as an excuse to sleep in the same room, is now no longer in the room.
When I enter the bedroom I can see the light and steam omitting from the en-suite door before I realise Harry's left the door a jar.
I keep my eyes focussed to the ground in an attempt not to look. Images of a naked Harry flash through my mind as I force myself not to turn my head but it's all I can see. I've seen his naked chest enough times to know how mouth wateringly sexy it would be to watch soapy water run across his pecs and his biceps.
I take a deep breath as I make it to my side of the bed. I've managed not to break my resolve but the heat coming from the bathroom is making me sweat and all I can hear is his sweet melodic voice as he sings to himself in the shower.
It's not until I look up and see the steamed up shower screen do I consider he did this on purpose. He deliberately didn't shut the door. Because from where I'm standing I've got a perfect view of the shower cubicle. There's no way he didn't look at the door and realise that he could my side of the bed. And the bedroom lights are on, it's not like it's dull and he wouldn't be able to see into the room. He knew fine well what he was doing.
Two can play at that game Styles.
The shower screen is far too steamed up for me to see any more than Harry's form as he stands under the steady stream of water. I can see that darkness of his hair and his tattoo's but very little else. Which, I realise, disappoints me.
I reach for the button on my jeans and I feel my skin tingle as my fingers brush against the skin of my waist. I let out a low sigh as pull off my skinny jeans and toss them on the ground, I take off my blouse and it follows suit.
My adrenaline kicks in at the thought of Harry getting out the shower and catching me in just my underwear. Cause even if that would achieve the same goal I still want to play him at his own game.
I reach across to his side of the bed and pull out the white shirt that he had on onstage tonight, I pull it on and immediately revel in the scent of him. That familiar, dark, woodsy scent mixed with sweat does ridiculous things to me. I pull it on and only button a couple of buttons, much like Harry does when he wears it.
I register that the shower is still running and Harry is still oblivious to my plan. I grab my toothbrush from my case, I take a deep breath and push open the door to the en-suite.
I don't glance Harry's way as I get to the bright, marble sink but I hear his singing has stopped. My body is tingling with anticipation. I proceed to brush my teeth, making sure to stretch across the sink to retrieve the toothpaste. I feel the heat of the steam touch the tops of my thighs as the shirt rises up but I pretend I'm none the wiser.
When I eventually lookup into the mirror I immediately see the reflection of Harry's large frame, standing in the steady stream of water. His forearm is pressed against the glass above his head and his eyes are fixed on me.
Although the bathroom is filled with bright spotlights there is no light over the shower cubicle which is set back into the wall. The tiles inside the shower are a mix of black and green so it's almost black inside the shower cubicle which only adds to Harry's mysterious demeanour.
My toothbrush stills as my whole body comes to a stop. I can't drag my eyes away from his, he's standing close enough to the glass that, even though it's pretty steamed up I can quite clearly see his eyes are fixed on me and it sends a fire of heat up my spine. It makes me stand a little taller and a little straighter knowing he's watching me.
"You're wearing my shirt" His gravelly voice sounds as I hold my hair back and spit out my toothpaste. Slowly, I rinse my toothbrush and leave it beside the sink.
"What, this?" I pull at the collar of the shirt. I can hear his breath deepen as the shirt rides up my thighs.
"Oh I'm sorry" I feign innocence and look between Harry and the buttons on the shirt. When I'm sure I have his whole attention I begin unbuttoning the shirt.
I'm glad I put on matching underwear before we left for Harry's gig tonight and it's probably the nicest set I own. It's a pair of black, lace boy shorts and balcony bra with a lace cup which leaves very little to the imagination. Harry won't have to try very hard to see my nipples through the lace. If he's looking. And when I undo the last button and look up at him, he's definitely looking.
For the first time I allow my eyes to travel down the length of his body but he's standing at such an angle, everything after his chest becomes too blurred and steamy. It doesn't stop me getting turned on by the sight of him. I have an imagination. I don't remember much of the first time I saw him naked but my mind has fun painting it's own picture.
I shrug my shoulders in small circles till the shirt falls down my arms. I catch the shirt in on hand and drop it to the floor.
"My bad" I try to keep my expression neautral and my walk slow as I turn and let him watch my ass in these pants as I walk back into the bathroom.
I've not taken two steps into the bedroom when I hear the shower turn off and the shower door open.
Frantically I look around for something to put on, when he's not in the room and his eyes aren't on me I feel a bit stupid standing around in fancy underwear. I look like I'm trying too hard. I don't feel as commanding and sexy when Harry's eyes are not on me.
"I'm sure that one's mine too" He says just as I pull a plain white T-shirt of his, down over my waist.
I look over my shoulder to see his wet body, leaning against the door frame. My eyes can't help themselves as they greedily take in his towel dried hair that sticks up in most directions but it looks soft and wet and I want to run my fingers through it. My eyes trace the tiny beads of water as they fall from his shoulders and run down his chest. They fall all the way down his stomach, across his abs until they are soaked up by the white fluffy towel that is tied low on his waist. The delicious V of his hips almost like an arrow to the unmissable tent forming under his towel.
"Hmmm, but this one looks better on me" I smirk as I turn back to the bed. I'm standing on Harry's side of the bed with my back to him and I don't really have anywhere to go.
"So did the shirt" He answers dryly as he pushes himself off the doorframe and stalks over to me. Before I realise what he's doing he's pulled the collar of the T-shirt away from my body and his lips are on my neck. My knees almost buckle at the soft contact and the thrill his tongue sends through my body. He must sense my weakness because his arm goes around my waist and he pulls me into his body as he continues to pepper delicate kisses over my neck, to my chin then his lips graze my ear lobe and I let out a gasp.
"You think you're the only that can tease, Nora?" Harry asks in between kisses. The tickle of his lips against my skin is almost too much but I don't want him to stop. He follows the collar round as he moves from one side of my neck to the other but I don't move my head. His lips move up my neck, along the edge of my chin till the find the edge of my lips. He stops for a second with his lips still on the edge of my mouth.
All I can hear is my heavy breathing and my hammering heart. All I can feel is the heat from his chest against my back, his erection pushing into my ass and lips edging closer to mine. All he's looking for is permission. And after I second I give it to him my tilting head towards him so he can consume me.
His breath tastes like mint and his lips are still a little cold from brushing his teeth and it's like a soothing balm to the fire raging inside me. His arm is still snaked around my waist, holding me to him but I will his arm to move. I want to feel him across my body. And for a second I think he's going to keep me trapped in his way until he grabs my hip and pulls me around to face him. He steadies me with both hands on my hips and instinctively I steady myself with my hands against his shoulder, once he realises I'm not going to move his lips are back on mine. His wide palms are splayed across my hips, his thumbs digging in to my hips as his hands almost cup my ass.
I can't help but let my hands explore over his soft skin as his fingers begin to knead my skin. My hands want to be all over him as they run from his pecs, to his shoulders to his back. All the while his muscles contract and ripple under my touch.
We both fight for control of the kiss. Naturally he takes control but he's got my so turned on I need to be in control because if I don't take back some control I'm going to lose it pretty quickly. I feel my body winding tighter as he moves a hand from my bum and he gently trails a fingers across my cheek and up my back, he takes the hem of the shirt with him as his thumb trails up my back. It eventually drops as his hand continues higher until he clasps the back of my neck and holds me to him. I feel engulfed by him. Like I couldn't get away if I tried. But I don't want to try. I revel in the feeling of being controlled, of being desired so much he can't let me leave. I push myself closer to him as I give myself up to him.
"Jesus, Nor" Harry's muffled voice comes between kisses. The need in his voice makes me ache for him.
"God, I want you so bad" He moans as I fist my hands in the soft hair at the back of his head. As I tighten my grip on his hair he tightens his grip on my ass and I gasp as his fingers sink deeper into my skin. I move one of my legs a little further apart so when he begins to move his hand across my cheeks I pray for his fingers between my legs.
Like he can read my mind his touch softens but his fingers skate dangerously close to my folds.
I let out a sigh and it encourages him. He hooks a finger under the edge of my panties and runs his finger carefully along the edge. I hold my breath in anticipation of his fingers and they don't disappoint as the skate along my cheek and down to the apex of my thigh. I rest my forehead against his as I try to control my breathing.
"You're so wet" He whispers as his fingers ghost along the lace covering my folds. I crave his fingers on my clit but I'm also enjoying his teasing far too much.
I simply nod and keep myself pulled right to his body. My eyes flutter closed as he traces his fingers across the lace again before bringing his fingers to the waist band and running his thumb under the band. I shiver as he comes round to my stomach and his his thumb skims across my lower stomach.
The sensation is equal measures of ticklish and erotic all in the same breath and I can't help but hold my breath in anticipation of where he goes next. My feet widen again to give him more access and he takes the hint and a finger runs along the apex of both thighs. I feel my walls ache for any part of him to be inside me but I can't let him stop this delicious torture.
His lips have found mine again but instead of fighting for dominance they're dancing to get closer. I push and he pulls to try to bring us even closer as his fingers skate along the fabric till he pulls my pants to the side and his soft fingers invade my folds, gently at first as he runs his fingers back and forth, caressing me. His slow perusal of my body leads in the direction I need it to as he moves forward to my clit. I can't help but bite down on his lip as he applies just the right amount of pressure to the perfect spot, then he moves his fingers and finds the perfect spot again and again and again till I'm panting his name.
"God, Harry please don't stop" I hook my leg around his hip and he moves his free hand around my waist to hold me up. My fingers dig in to the skin on his shoulders to stop me losing it completely. Suddenly he swaps his fingers for his thumb then I feel the pressure as he pushes a finger inside me. I moan as he fills me with another finger and his thumb doesn't stop the relentless torture of my clit.
I'm sure my legs aren't going to keep me up as the tingle start in my back.
"Please don't stop" I moan as I stop the kiss and lean my head against his neck. "Please don't"
"M'not about to, baby" I can hear the smirk in his voice and it only brings me closer.
I try to concentrate on controlling the feeling but I can't. His fingers are relentless on every spot I need them to be and before I know it I'm losing control. The orgasm engulfes me as I cry out his name. His thumb slows on my clit but his fingers keep working me from the inside till Harry has drawn our every last ounce of the orgasm.
"God, wow" I sigh between deep breaths. I feel the loss of his fingers immediately as he takes them out to steady me as I put both feet back on the ground. I can feel my wetness from his fingers against my hips. As he holds me against him we both try to get our breathing back under control.
"Shit" Harry curses as his body stiffen.
"What?" I ask, one word dampening any arousal that was left.
"Shhhshhshhh" Harry whispers as he places a finger against my lips and as my sense slowly get back to normal I hear the telltale cry of Avery.
"Crap. Did we wake her?" I ask and Harry simple grins and shrugs.
"Worth it, even if we did. You good?" He asked as he take his hands off me and steps back.
I laugh at his need to ask that and also how, in all of that his towel is almost still perfectly tied around his waist.
I start looking for a pair of trousers or something but Harry stops me.
"I'll get her" He smiles, pulling a Pair of joggers out of his case. He slips them on and I watch as he turns his back to me and the towel slips at the last minute and I watch him pull the trousers over his perfect arse cheeks.
"Are you sure?" I hesitate.
"Yeah, I miss her. I'll be back in a second" and he slips out of the room. I hear him enter her room through the monitor and the crying immediately stops.
I smile as I listen to Harry whisper to Avery as he lifts her from her cot for a cuddle.
While I have the opportunity I nip in for a shower. The bathroom is still pretty warm and steamy from Harry's earlier shower.
I try and be as quick as I can but it doesn't matter because by the time I come out of the shower there isn't a peep coming from Avery's room but Harry is also passed out on the bed, snoring.
I smile as I pull his white T-shirt back on and I slip in beside him. He takes a long breath as he turns around so his back is to me. He shuffles backwards till his back connects with my front. I smile as I wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle my body in to his.