GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

53. Chocolate

It wasn't until I had to navigate through the lobby and the halls of the hotel, that I realized how drunk I was. I wasn't sloppy or sick drunk, just warm, fuzzy, wobbly drunk with a propensity for giggles.

It must've taken me twice as long to get to the room as usual. I was trying my best to avoid the walls and my failure at this simple task had me laughing out loud. That only made things worse because as I tried to stifle my laughter, it made the situation even more hilarious to me.

I stumbled into the room and tossed my things on the coffee table. I cracked open a bottle of hotel water and rather ungracefully fell into an armchair, spilling half the bottle down my front. My giggles returned and in a moment of sobriety I thought to set down the bottle before I laughed the rest of it onto my lap.

I struggled to remove my wet shirt over my head. I forgot to unbutton the top buttons and it got stuck around my head. I had to back track to free myself. Having another sober thought, I decided I should lie down to take off my jeans, otherwise I was sure to end up in a drunken, soggy-jean tangled mess on a hotel floor.

I lied down on the bed and unfastened my jeans. I lifted my hips up off the sheets and wiggled my pants down my thighs, pulling my panties along with them on accident, but I didn't care. Once I had my bottoms down to my calves I kicked and flailed my legs until my jeans flew free. I let out a "yes" in triumph. It was far more strenuous than I had expected and I was nearly out of breath.

"What? Couldn't wait for me babe?," I heard Harry's voice boom low from the doorway. I hadn't heard him come in.

I looked up to see Harry leaning against the door frame. His cheeks were rosy from alcohol and his eyelids hung heavy.

"I was just getting undressed!," I explained. "You know I'm your good girl baby," I winked at him.

"A good girl who wanted me to take her atop a bar and is lying on the bed half naked and out of breath," Harry said as he kicked off his boots and shrugged off his jacket.

"I'm whatever you want me to be tonight baby," I purred at him as I rolled over onto my side.

Harry came to the edge of the bed, undid his belt and slipped it out of his belt loops. My mouth watered at his swift movement and thoughts of him tying me up with the chocolate brown leather. Harry's gaze caught mine and I saw him study my expression. His smirk grew more devilish and rounded his cheeks so that the green in his eyes was almost hidden completely behind his drooping lids.

"We'll save the restraints for another time Liv." Harry rolled his belt into a coil and set it on the nightstand. He had known exactly what I was thinking. "Tonight there's only one thing I want you to be."

"And what's that?," I asked. I was desperate for his answer.

"Ready to make a baby." Harry smiled and practically leapt onto the bed next to me.

His enthusiasm about our next step had fully returned. My giggles made an appearance again and I pulled at the ties on his shirt until his body was just inches from of mine. I kissed him with a soft but passionate kiss, not releasing my hold of his blouse.

"You're far too over dressed for that then baby," I said to him and gave a final tug on his shirt ties.

Harry sat up and pulled the red blouse over his head. I took in each inch of his flesh as it became visible. No matter how many times I'd seen him, it had the same effect over me. That same spark that electrified my body from sight alone. When coupled with his touch the spark ignited into a fire.