One Direction Imagines

harry- do we have time?

Harry knew how much time he had. He had exactly fifteen minutes before he was set to go on stage. But, knowing every inch of your body, it would only take five minutes for a session in the dressing room.

He needed at least ten to fix himself before the show. You made him flustered just by the sight of you. Tonight, specifically. You were in a tight, red dress, ready for the after party that would come right before their short break from tour. Your hair was curled, and your makeup was something Harry couldn't describe. He couldn't take his eyes, or hands for that matter, off of you.

"Harry, you need to stop. You're going to hurt yourself there," you say, turning around and planting a kiss on his lips.

"I can't though, you just look so damn beautiful," he said, kissing you again, and grabbing your bum before walking briskly to Lou, who was calling his name for hair.

You go and sit next to the rest of the group, Liam and Louis by the piano trying to warm up their voices, but mainly playing with the set list. Niall comes and sits next you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"You look very pretty, Y/N," he says smiling.

"Well, thanks, Niall. Your jeans fit you well," you say giggling, as he leans back up and put an arm around your shoulder.

"Ay, mate, arms off my girlfriend," Harry says sternly, staring directly at Niall through the mirror. You laugh and lean back up, sitting your face in your hands.

"Sorry, my hands are up," Niall says, holding is hands in the air for Harry to see. Once Harry turns back around, Niall leans into you and whispers, "You do realise he's going to try to get it in before 'de show, right?"

Niall is your best friend, as well as Harry's, and with that, he basically knows as much about your sex life as you two do. For instance, he knows when Harry's just left you after a night of shagging because Harry has this stupid, arse smirk on his face, and most likely he has at least four love bites.

"Yeah, I'm sure. But you keep your mouth shut, mister. I don't need the whole design team knowing my intimacy habits," you say, play pushing his shoulder.

"Alright, Niall, you can move away from my girl now," Harry says, pushing Niall over and placing you on his lap.

"Oh no, Harry's getting overprotective again," Louis says teasingly, egging Harry on, as he know how much he hates when people say that, even though deep down he knew it was true.

"Shut up, all you. I just want to be close to my girlfriend is that too much to ask?"

You lean back into Harry's chest, placing a kiss on his lips for a whilst, before turning back around.

"Get a fucking room," Liam says, laughing along with Louis and Niall.

"If only I had the time," Harry whispers, as he places a kiss to your shoulder blade.

"You will later, baby, later on. Only two hours, then I'm yours," you say, leaning your back into his front, whilst whispering into his ear. He shivers from the contact, and grips tighter on your waist, quickly excusing himself to the toilets, as he felt his member tighten.

"You've got him wrapped around your finger, haven't you, Y/N?" Lou asks, lightly pushing your body, as your cheeks flush a shade newer shade of pink.

"I guess so," you say, as you see Harry's figure approach.

"Are you trying to scare my girl off, again?" he adds, picking you back up and placing you on his lap, this time more to the side, as you had assumed he fixed his issue.

"I'm fine, H. I'm great," you answer, leaning back to give him another kiss before he was given the twenty minute warning. The boys all started to disperse to different areas, Lou and Caroline going to their side-stage spots, Niall gravitating towards the dining area, and Liam and Louis having a pre-show footie match. As soon as everyone had left, Harry dragged you towards the private room about three steps away. He puts you down on the counter, and slides himself between your legs.

"You are a fucking tease, you know that? Wearing a dress that you know makes me want you. Was this your plan? To have it in before the show?"

"Of course, H. Because you and I both know, you do some of your best shows right after you take me," you say, slowly dragging your fingers along his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pants.

"You're horrible, Y/N. We have about five minutes before one of the Boys tries to catch us," he says, hurriedly unzipping your dress and slipping off your panties.

"You're already wet. Have you been waiting all day?" Harry says, lust lacing his words.

"Yes, you know I have," you whine, once he starts to slowly insert one, then two fingers inside you, making sure he know exactly where to hit when he pushes himself in you.

"Just take me, already," you say, whimpering as he runs a finger across your slit.

"Gladly," he says, and as soon as he's done, he pushes into you quickly, grinding and pumping, hitting your spot, that he knows without even trying, every time.

He's rubbing the bundle of nerves right beneath you, with one hand, as his other is gripping at your thigh and bum.

"H, I can't, you have to slow down, I'm shaking, I'm go-going to fall," you say in pants and you start to see white flash behind your eyelids, as you scrape your nails along his bare back.

"I've got you, we can't slow down baby. Ugh, you're so damn good. Dear God, you feel so good. We have a few, minutes, left," he's whispering, straining to push each word out of his mouth as you know he's close, too.

You're kissing, and your hands are wrapped in the hair at the nape of his neck, careful not to mess with the masterpiece Lou had only finished minutes ago.

You're clenching around him, trying to wait for him to let go as well. Your body is straining itself, feeling flashes of numbness from euphoria, and occasional blind spots from pure bliss.

"Let go, baby, you can let go," he whispers, whimpering as he felt you release onto him, immediately making him climax as well. You two ride out the climaxes together, slower thrusts being made.

"I love you so much," he says, washing his face and hands off, as he dries himself of sweat, hoping not to make it too obvious what had just been done.

"I love you, too, H."

You both slide back into your clothes, cleaning yourselves off, and looking almost the exact same as before, expect this time, both of you had swollen lips and a few visible love bites.

As soon as you two are finally catching your breath, Niall walks in the dressing room that you had all been in together, to see you laying on Harry's chest with even breathing and no sign of sweat.

"I was sure I would've had to come and break something up in here today," he says walking back out with a chuckle, "we're on in two minutes by the way."

Harry rushes to kiss you, slowly taking in every ounce of your lips, and smiles when you say you love him, something he never got tired of hearing.

His smile got wider, though, when you asked for Round Two post-show.