The Weeks Between • HS

Week 27 • Nola *

*** A/N: Things are going to get a little bumpy (or a lot bumpy) for a while, but that was to be expected with her going back to California and things changing quite drastically between them with Harry's job, too. They are no longer in their bubble, so please be patient as they learn to breath outside of it.

I wake up Harry by crawling down his body, mouth first. He hasn't been sleeping well, but I can't say that I blame him. I haven't been sleeping well lately, either. For him, I think it is a combination of the backlash from the VOGUE cover, stress for the impending music video and movies, plus the girls and I leaving. For me, it's realizing that we ARE actually leaving and that my Harry is leaving our bubble for his other life. Really, the bubble burst last week when our first recognizable photo together came out.

Since that photo came out, so had the information that I have three young daughters, but thankfully their details have not yet been shared. I say yet because I know it is only a matter of time before someone finds a post on someone else's page that has my girls in it, or they follow us somewhere. I am thankful that they are young enough that even if that does happen, they probably won't have any idea whats going on, but needless to say, that has been keeping me up at night. I am fine with Harry and I being out, but not my girls.

Jesus. Now I am thinking about tabloids with his cock in my mouth. Pull it together, Nola. If I don't pull it together, Harry is going to force me to pull it together. "Nooooool. MY GOD!"  he says as his tip thrusts to the back of my throat harshly. "Sorry..." he chokes out. I shake my head, bearing down and taking as much of him in as I can, using my hand to work what I can't. When I feel his legs start to shake, I pop off, because he knows I don't swallow, but I'm not sure he is awake enough to coordinate tapping me off before his release.

I crawl up his body with my legs this time, settling down on top of his thighs, just far enough away to make him whine. "Nol, please," he begs as his cock twitches in anticipation. I have to pause because I need to lock the door and rid myself of my underwear. He groans gruffly, throwing his head back in frustration, running his hands over his face still attempting to wake up. I lock the door and nearly trip and fall on the way back to the bed from pulling off my underwear. "Now, where were we?" I ask as I hover above him.

He doesn't speak. Instead, he just takes himself in his hand and lines up our bodies. When I sink down, both of our heads fall back at the feeling. This morning dance, that we have become so accustomed to, is something I know I will miss terribly for the days we are apart. That just makes this all the better, all the more pleasurable. Today the weight of knowing that by this time next week I will be halfway to California, makes my insides tingle in a different way. It feels more intense, or maybe more desperate.

Harry's hands find their typical resting place on my hip bones, helping our bodies rock in tandem with his strong hands as a guide. His shoulders and the muscles in his upper arms flex as his body rocks beneath mine, sweat beading up along his hairline. He pulls his bottom lip in with his upper teeth, biting down harshly, as the pleasure builds. I reach my hand down to play with my jewelry and I expect him to take over and do it for me, but instead he just watches my movements. His eyes fix on me like he's watching his favorite game and the score is close, which I guess it is because we are both hanging on the ledge, waiting for our climaxes to hit.

"Oh, god. Baby," I mewl from on top of him, my body shuttering as I attempt to rock though a disjointed rhythm. "I'm....I- I-" I don't even get the words out and my body forsakes me with the violent onset of my orgasm. "HARRRRRRY!" I scream, thumping my fist on his chest in an attempt to ground myself in some way. The rhythmic screams continue and Harry grips me tighter to thrust into me from below and take control of his own orgasm, because I've lost the ability to do anything other than scream his name.