"Hey, Anna?" I called as I entered my apartment, putting my keys down on the counter as I returned from taking my coach's daughter to the airport.

"Yeah?" I hear Anna respond, walking out of Brandon's bedroom with a towel around her head.

"When you used my bathroom yesterday, was there something on the mirror?" I asked in confusion. Her face lit up and she nodded, swiftly carrying herself towards my room.

"Yeah, I took it off to give it to you but then I found you dead asleep so I put it on your desk."

I followed her into my room and watched as she walked over to my desk, pulling the card Harry had described out and handing it to me.

"Good luck." She whispered excitedly before leaving my room.

I turned the card over to read what it said, and my entire body froze while my heart started beating very quickly.

Ti amo per sempre e poi un po' di più

Harry xx

It didn't take long to recognize the card between my fingers, and my eyes brimmed with tears as a smiled, a relieved laugh leaving my lips.

I can't believe he still had this.

As I slowly became aware of the world outside of me staring at this card, I remembered that Harry was waiting for me at his apartment.

Not even caring about locking the door behind me, I practically raced out of the apartment and to the stairs, heading down to the floor two stories below mine and breathing heavily as I reached Harry's apartment.

I knocked on the door impatiently, trying to catch my breath. I'm surprised I didn't tumble down those stairs from how fast I ran down them.

I stopped breathing once again when the door opened, revealing just the man I was looking for. I didn't even wait for him to invite me in, taking slow steps right past him with the index card in my left hand.

Confused, he closed the door and turned around, facing me and slowly becoming worried when he saw my face. I don't know why I suddenly felt emotional when I locked eyes with him, but I couldn't help it.

"Hey, why are you c-"

"Ti amo per sempre e poi un po' di più." I breathed out quietly, my lips lifting into a smile after cutting him off.

He mirrored my smile when he noticed the card in my hand, before meeting my eyes once again as he took a couple shy steps forward.

There was nothing left to say at that point, and I wanted nothing more than for him to just-

"Kiss me."

"Gladly." He exhaled in relief, meeting me in the middle and forcefully bringing his mouth down to mine while my arms flew around his neck, his around my back.

It was like an explosion of all kinds of emotions, comfort and liberation taking over the both of us because we were finally on the same page.

His hands roamed my back frantically and our mouths moved together at a pace we were both trying to keep up with.

Without any warning, he lifted me off of the ground without breaking us apart, setting me back down once he brought us into his room, pressing me against the wall besides his closed door. I whimpered quietly when his leg slipped between mine, brushing against my arousal. He pushed my back until I was arching against him all the while my shoulders leaned back, holding the sides of his face to keep him close.

I hummed against his lips when his hands slipped beneath my hoodie, the coldness of his rings hitting my skin and roaming my back.

Growing hot, I pull away from him and allow him to pull my hoodie up off of my body, only for him to groan when he saw I was wearing a t-shirt underneath.

"Why the fuck do you have so many shirts on?" He whined as he breathed heavily against my lips, lifting my t-shirt over my head as well and tossing it to god knows where.

"Shut up. I was cold." I responded before pulling his face back down to mine again, his tongue passing my lips and explored every inch of mouth as he grabbed my hips and pull me off of the wall.

As we slowly inched towards his bed, my hands dropped to his belt while he got rid of his own shirt before he kept a hold on my face to deepen our already heated kiss.

Within seconds, I undid his belt and jeans, but he places his hands over mine before I can start to pull them down.

"What's wrong?" I asked him with worry after pulling my lips back, trying to catch my breath.

He shook his head against mine. "I'm not wearing anything under these so if you want this to last longer, I suggest you strip too, baby."

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words and obeyed, sliding my leggings down my thighs and kicking them off. Once those were discarded, his jeans were removed soon after and I was lifted and placed on the bed with him hovering over me.

"Is it weird that I'm nervous?" He asked breathlessly, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine.

"Why are you nervous? We had sex a week ago." I smiled, tilting my head in confusion.

He chuckled, dipping his head into my neck and leaving small open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.

"That was different. I didn't know you loved me." I felt him smile against my warm skin and I let out a strangled breath when he worked on the spot beneath my ear and corner of my jaw, his tongue lapping over it before he worked his way down to my collarbone.

"We can stop if you're nervous." I managed to get out, pushing down the moan that threatened to escape.

"I don't want to stop." He mumbled, removing his lips from my neck and resting his forehead against mine while the both of us took our time breathing.

"There's no reason to be nervous. It's just me." I tried to reassure him, threading my fingers through his hair and watching his eyes roll back, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

"That's exactly why I'm nervous." He whispered against my mouth, but not kissing me.

I make him nervous?

"I'm scared of fucking this up. I can't lose you again."

"You're not gonna lose me." I murmured softly, gently brushing my fingers through his hair in a comforting way rather than a sexual one.

"Promise?"

I look down between us and couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle at the sight of his pinky. Instead of questioning it, I bring my hand down and lock my pinky with his.

"I promise."

His tense shoulders relaxed and he let out a relieved exhale. "I ruined the moment, didn't I?"

I lifted my chin up and brushed my lips against his with a smile. "Not at all."

He lowered his head down and connected our lips again, letting out a puff of air through his nose in the process. With a little more silent encouragement, our gentle, soft kiss sped up into a feverish one, leading to him leaving a line of hickey's down to the middle of my breasts, but didn't have the intent on removing my bra just yet.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop?" I asked him one last time, just to be sure that he knew we didn't have to keep going if he wasn't.

He lifted his head from my neck and looked at me with his beautiful yet darkened green eyes filled with lust, giving me just one word in response.

"Very."

• • •

I nearly died this morning, and I feel dead right now.

As much as I wanted to wake up next to Harry since I didn't get to do it last time we had sex, Mother Nature seemed to have different plans for me.

I woke up around seven in the morning when I got sharp cramps. Thankfully, I didn't bleed anywhere, but I now know to keep a pad on me wherever I go.

Because I left in a hurry last night, I didn't have a key to my apartment, which resulted in me waking Riley up at such an early hour wearing nothing but my bra, underwear, and a large t-shirt because I couldn't find my leggings quick enough, all just to ask her for the spare I keep at her place.

When I finally got into my apartment, I brushed my teeth and took a shower to wash off any blood, also taking a Tylenol before I go back down to Harry's.

The goal was to make it back to his place and slide back into bed with him before he woke up, but that didn't happen because when I got to his apartment, he was wide awake, looking a little upset.

That upset look faded into a pout when he noticed my presence as he drank a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter.

"Good morning." I greeted with a hint of guilt, my face twisting into an apologetic expression while he glared at me.

He set his mug down on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Don't give me that look. Would you rather I have gotten my period blood all over your bed?" I finally spoke out, sliding my hands up his bare chest and around his shoulders.

His glare slowly disappeared, and he rolled his eyes in defeat. "Fine. I'll allow it this one time."

"Thank you."

"As soon as you tell me you love me." He cheekily added in, his fingers playing with the back of my shirt before sliding underneath.

"That's all it takes?"

"That's all it takes." He confirmed, turning us around and lifting me onto the counter with ease.

I pretend to think about it for a moment before smiling and looking down at his lips just centimeters from mine.

"I love you."

I watched the grin break out on his face as he leans closer, whispering "again."

"I love you, Harry."

"Mm. I love you more." He returned, kissing me incredibly slow with his arms tight around my back, not an inch of space between our bodies.

"I read your journal." I mumbled against his lips, making him pull away and look down at me.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. I thought it was very sweet." I smiled, not breaking my eyes away from his for even a second. "I'll bring it back later."

"Keep it. It's yours." He tells me, pecking my lips and letting them linger before separating again. "By the way, I heard you."

"What?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Before you left for the airport, you told me you loved me." He grinned from ear to ear, which left me shocked.

"You heard me?" I asked with wide eyes, my face probably turning a dark pink. I reached up to cover my face with my hands, groaning quietly.

"I did." He chuckled, grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands away from my eyes so he could see me.

"Why didn't you say anything, asshole?"

"Hey, no need to cuss. I just like torturing you." He smirked while I shot a bullet in his head with my eyes.

"I bet, considering you knew I loved you and still agreed to impregnate my grandma right in front of me." I brought up, making him let out a hearty laugh. Despite my act of trying to be mad, his laughter ruined it for me. I couldn't frown at the sound of it, only smile.

"It was a joke. You know that, right?" He asked, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip.

"No shit, Sherlock."

His eyebrows raised at my cockiness. "No need for the attitude, baby. I chose you, didn't I?"

"If I recall, you would have chosen Brandon first." I teased while he bit on his bottom lip.

I squealed when he pinched my sides, reaching down to grab his wrists so he could stop.

"You're very cocky this morning." He said before faintly hovering his lips over my jaw, pressing a gentle kiss along the sides.

"What can I say? Must be from your c-"

He cut me off with his lips before I could finish, and I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Just as I started to kiss him back, he pulled away.

"Not only are you cocky, but that mouth of yours is very dirty." He spoke lowly.

"Isn't that one of the things you love about me? How dirty my mouth is?" I continued to tease sensually, running my hand down his smooth, tattooed chest while my tongue reached out and I kissed beneath his jaw.

There was a knock on the front door, but I didn't let it stop me from continuing to push a moan out of him.

"Harry, it's Zayn!" A muffled should was heard on the other side. "Open the door, please."

"Yeah, Harry. Open the door. Please." I whispered into his ear. "Unless you want me to scare him off for you."

"No." He whined under my touch, his hands gripping my hips tightly while he breathed shakily into the air near my neck.

"If you don't open it, I'll moan very loudly." I threatened. "Don't want your best friend to hear your girlfriend moan, now, would you?"

He still wouldn't let me go. This is fun.

"3...2...1" I counted down, looking directly into his dark eyes before throwing my head back and letting out the loudest moan I could create.

Harry's eyes widened and he brought his hand to my mouth to quiet me. "Fuck, Maddie. Don't do that."

"You know what? Maybe I'll come back." Zayn says from the hallway, probably more to himself than to us.

It took everything in me not to start laughing while Harry shook his head and rested it on my shoulder. "You're evil. I hope you know that."

"I told you I'd scare him off." I shrugged, smiling innocently up at him while he tried to distract himself from the growth in his pants. "Want me to take care of it for you?"

He lifted his head and pinched his eyes shut. "I hate you so much right now."

I can only grin and kiss his cheek before bringing my lips to his ears and whispering, "no you don't."

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