GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

51. Cap'n Brown Boots

Harry fidgeted in the cab the entire ride back to the hotel. His knees rocked from side to side and his hands tapped along the door at the base of the car window. Despite his body seeming agitated, his face showed the opposite. He was beaming, utterly radiating excitement. His face was the embodiment of happiness and the fact that I, in any way, was responsible for that had me beaming as well. His reaction to my decision was better than I had imagined in the scenarios my head had played for me over the past few days.

Before the cab had even stopped at the curb Harry had already tossed a hundred to the driver in the front seat, an excessive amount for the trip we had taken. He had promised him a good tip if he got us there in a hurry. I was thankful there were no paparazzi stationed outside. It was just after 2:30 PM, not a prime time to catch celebrity comings and goings.

As we stepped into the elevator Harry anxiously pressed the door close button, desperate for some privacy. He audibly groaned when someone stopped the doors with their foot and loaded in with their luggage. I chuckled at his frustration. It was only making him even more impossibly cute at the moment.

Finally reaching our floor, we stepped out and still had the trek down the long halls to our room. Harry paused his quick pace when he noticed an discarded bell hop luggage cart.

"Hop on," he instructed and I looked at him puzzled. "Hop on the damn cart woman!," he ordered again and I laughed as I jumped on and sat Indian style on the cart.

Harry pushed me at full speed down the halls, all the while still smiling when I'd glance over my shoulder at him. I giggled incessantly and thought to myself maybe I would've agreed to have his baby sooner if I'd known I'd get to witness all of this.

He struggled with the keycard in the door but finally it swung open and he all but dragged me in behind him and kicked the door shut with his boot.

Harry placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me, releasing everything he had been holding in against my lips. I didn't even have time to breathe. Harry sensed my need for air and pulled back, still not letting go of my face.

"God Liv, I love you so much." Harry kissed me again and stopped to continue speaking. "Babe, you promise this is what you want?" I nodded in his hands. "What made you change your mind?" Harry finally dropped his hands to his my hips.

"Talking to Louis, honestly." Harry looked puzzled, so I continued to explain. "He told me about Brianna and how scared he was. I explained all the reasons it wasn't so scary and how it would end up being amazing. He told me to take my own advice."

"So what are your reasons?," he prodded, wanting to be sure I was certain.

"Besides the fact that I love you?" Harry's smile grew. "I mean, you have a point about the timing being perfect while you're on a break, and we can no doubt provide for a child. But beyond that, I decided I was just holding myself back because it's supposed to be scary and too soon. But nothing about being with you is scary. Nothing with you has felt too soon. I can try to plan and prepare for everything, but ultimately who's ever prepared to have a child? And after realizing I could've been on that plane," I turned my eyes down to the ground and sighed, "I'm not going to let my overthinking get in the way of what I want in life."

Harry pulled my hips against him with enough force to make me suck in a breath. He bent down and kissed me again, this time slow and wanting. I kissed him back deeper and met his tongue. Harry moaned into our kiss and his hands started working the button of my jeans.

"Harry," I said trying to break the kiss to speak. Harry only sucked on my lower lip and kissed me again. "Harry we–," he continued to kiss me with no end in sight. Each stroke of his tongue was making what I had to say even harder and harder to get out, and not just because it was quieting my mouth. "We can't right now." I finally got out the words after pushing against his chest with my palms. Harry looked at me, desperate. His lips parted and his eyes squinted slightly from the drop of his brows. "We have to leave for the casting in fifteen minutes baby." Harry's expression changed. His eyes widened and his mouth opened to speak, but I didn't let him. "And I know fifteen minutes isn't enough for marking this occasion." Harry's face fell again, realizing I was right. "We have all night Harry. All night to practice," I winked at him.

"I'm holding you to that babe." Harry said while tugging at his jeans to try make more room for his obvious erection. I chuckled and pecked him on the lips.

"I'm going to go change. Then we've got to go. Sharing a cab should be fine, right?," I asked as I trailed into the bedroom.

"Yeah, it's the middle of the day and we're actually working this time. I'm going to change too," Harry's voice followed behind me.

I changed in the bathroom, deciding it was best to avoid the added temptation of us getting undressed in front of each other. I touched up my lipgloss that had been kissed away and assessed the rest of my appearance before heading back into the bedroom.

I found Harry slipping a red blouse over his head. It had a deep plunging v-neck with a tie string he ignored. The long sleeves were cuffed with a ruffle. Harry had always taken bold fashion choices, and I admired that about him, but this one was a bit off the mark for me. 

"Stop having sex with me in your mind! We've got to go. Be professional Liv!," Harry said facetiously.

"Oh, so sorry. I've just got a thing for pirates," I countered in the same tone.

"Heeeey!," Harry said offended and I laughed. He slipped on a black blazer, making his outfit a bit more tolerable.

"Let's go Cap'n Brown Boots," I teased and headed for the door.

Harry pouted behind me out of the suite and down the hall. Once we were in the elevator alone, I kissed his pout into a smirk, knowing it would be the last kiss he'd get until we came back to our room tonight– to practice.