Here We Stand [H.S]

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"You smell fuckin' delicious."

I grinned, unable to stop it.

Date night was a roaring success to say the least and by the end of it, it was possible that I was more in love with Harry than I had ever been before.

It was the way he was in general, the way he politely spoke to the waiter who served us, the way he was looking at me and hanging onto my every word as we spoke about our relationship and our problems.

It was the way he lit up the room with such a surge of electricity, he couldn't be ignored and I practically had to fight myself to stop climbing over the table to be near him.

Harry had pulled absolutely everything out of the bag (and every trick too) and now that I had been fed, wined and dined, and made to feel like the only person that mattered in his world, I had him putty in my hands like a confused little playful puppy.

I touched his cheek and kissed him gently, before pushing my head away and rolling to the side of him in the back of the car.

"You don't stop teasin' me, I'll fuck you in the back of this car Izzy. Don't tempt or tease me."

I grinned again, pinning my hand against my temple as I laughed at him, knowing that he was craving me.

I knew him, and I knew I couldn't keep him like this for too long because before I knew it the ball would be in his court and he would take pleasure teasing me mercifully.

Dinner was wonderful, with Harry having made a reservation at Cosmo.

I wasn't a fussy person, I wasn't swanky or used to flashy restaurants, I was a simple girl who liked simple things... and as long as there was chicken involved, then I'd be singing from the damn hymn sheet or table top dancing for eternity.

"Izzy..."

"Hmm?"

"Stop looking at me like that, you're driving me crazy."

I smirked, biting the corner of my mouth as my eyes lazily and rather hungrily roamed over him once again.

He was wearing his favourite pair of brown boots, a pair of black skinny jeans with a black button down shirt, that was completed with a black military style jacket that had gold threading on the collar.

Of course, his shirt was wide open that displayed his necklaces, bird tattoos and the tip of his butterfly ink off perfectly... it was a sight to render my brain and every other organ, useless.

With my brain and body literally overheating by just looking at him, I honestly didn't know what was stopping me from mounting him in the back of the car and fucking him.

Then I remembered we were being driven home, which was probably why I was controlling myself.

Harry moved closer, and I couldn't help but smirk as his mouth literally lingered at my ear, his teeth nibbling at the curve of it while his hand stroked at my thigh, making me giggle as he whispered what he wanted to do to me as soon we were home.

I couldn't help but reciprocate though, and I found myself sliding my hand under his jacket as the other moved across his jaw, holding him firmly as I rubbed my thumb across his lips.

"I really can't wait to get you out of this dress," he murmured, "I've been undressing you in my head all damn night."

"That's very rude of you, Styles."

"It was very rude of you to wear that cock teasing dress, Thomas." he remarked, his hand literally clenching at my thigh muscle.

"Hey, I asked you what I should wear tonight, it's not my fault that you didn't have the balls to answer me."