The sun had just began to settle into the afternoon sky, surrounded by dazzling blue skies and a chilly wind that blew every once and a while. The hues of the sun bounced off of the orange and red trees and onto the pavement lighting a dusty burn on everything, but never the less beautiful was what it was. I stopped to a halt as my boyfriend Harry walked in front of me and stood in my way, he looked down at me caringly—almost like a small child and lifted the end of my scarf tucking it back into the neckline of my black pea coat. “It’s cold,” he mumbled from underneath his white crochet scarf. Once he had adjusted me he rested his gloved hands into my cheek and gave me a small peck, as I pulled away I was dazed by the brightness in his eyes. Almost unreal because of how green and bright they were. A cool breeze blew his hair over his face covering the gorgeous gems, I reached up and pinned his hair back with my fingers.
“Your eyes are so pretty.” I said quietly, he gave me a cheeky grin and moved back to my side.
“So I was thinking,” he said. “Marv is getting married tomorrow and I was hoping you’d go with me to the wedding?”
I shrugged as I thought about it; I wasn’t really into being in the light like that, Marv was famous as was Harry and It was something I didn’t ever want to be caught in… “No,” I answered blatantly. He rested his hand onto my shoulder and turned me to him.
“well I at least thought you’d think about it.” He said almost surprised.
“I did think about it, and it’s a no.”
He continued to look at me eagerly, his smile dropping into a continuous frown and his eyes widening in an attempt to pull a failing puppy face. “Please?” he begged quietly…
I shook my head, “nope,” he continued looking at me with the same face, and making this god awful whimpering noise, “ Harry you know I don’t like to be out like that…”
“What do you mean?” he asked in a childish voice.
I looked behind him to see an older man hiding in a bush holding a camera with a large lens, just as I looked at him from where I was standing I could hear the shutter go off, I sighed loudly and pointed to him, “that’s what I mean.”
He toke my hand into his, “but love, that’s a very small part of something very big—and plus Marv loves you, he was really hoping you’d come.” He gave me that winning smile that I loved so much, the one he knew I couldn’t say no to.
“Fine!” I huffed loudly, “but you owe me!”
The Next Evening
I hadn’t realized that I had been continuously glancing at my watch as the night wore on, it was one in the morning and throughout the night I had become severely restless; about an hour ago I lost Harry and I had legitimately no idea where he was so I was stuck in the booth by myself constantly getting hit on by Marv’s drunk friends.
I was fiddling with my white dress when I felt the cushion beside me shuffle, immediately I turned my head to see Harry lying down beside me. His hair disheveled and pushed away from his face, his forehead glistened with sweat as he propped up onto his elbow to look at me. The first two buttons of his shirt had been undone and his tie lay casually over his shoulder, he smirked as he crawled towards me and removed my hands from the hem of my dress. “I like it better short.” He said seductively.
I rolled my eyes at him and slapped his hand away from my skin which he was now lingering on, “you’re very naughty” I said to him as I moved closer.
He smiled casually until his lips parted and exposed his glistening white teeth, “thank you.” I ran my hands through his hair as I looked at him, running my finger along the outline of his face, lips, nose, his chin—feeling the small amounts of stubble that were just coming in.
“let’s get out of here.” I said quietly, my heart was already begging to beat faster as I thought about the feeling of him touching me—kissing me. He stood off of the couch and reached his hand out to me, I placed mine in his and stood off of the couch; he lead me as we made our way through the crowd and over to Marv and His bride.
“Congrats,” Harry said for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, March flashed him a large grin and leaned in to hug him. The bride looked at me while they hugged—making me feel awkward and like a needed to hug her, so I did and whispered my wishes into her ear. Once I pulled away I grabbed Harry’s hand and tugged slightly. “Well I’ll see you later guys.” Harry said brightly, we turned away from the couple and I leaned into his shoulder, “very impatient.” He said quietly.
As we made our way out of the club it seemed that the farther we went the more people there were, I could feel my breath becoming heavy as I was surrounded. Harry wrapped his arm around me to shield me, once we got through the doors all I could hear was the roar of people and the clicking of cameras, I kept my head down as Harry guided me through the crowd; I was being pushed and tugged in all different directions. As I looked up I was blinded as one of the men toke a picture with his camera the bright light going directly into my eyes, I began to slow down as I tried to regain my sight but they just kept on pushing me.
“Harry!” I screamed in a panic, he clutched onto my arm and tried to guide me but the crowd of paparazzi where slowly beginning to separate us. “Harry!” I screamed again as our hands began glide from one another.
“Y/N!” He shouted back, I could feel tears start to sting my eyes as our hands let go and I was engulfed by a sea of hungry photographers, I placed my hands over my eyes and tried to make my way away from them but they seemed to be ruthless. As I toke a deep breath to try to calm myself I could hear Harrys shouting in the blur of people, “Y/N” He shouted as he walked through the crowd of people, once he finally got to me he embraced me completely like a shield and pushed us through the crowd.
It caught me off guard when it happened, but a particularly disgusting photographer had the nerve to reach toward me and grab the neckline of my dress pulling it down for a good photo op, as he did that I had moved forward and his nail caught in my skin cutting me open and making me bleed onto my dress. At the point Harry, for last of a better phrase completely lost it; I’d never seen him be so angry to the point of hitting someone before, but now he was. He grabbed the man by the collar and punched him several times square in the face knocking him out, at that point a silence completely drifted over the crowd and slowly they moved away from us.
Harry turned toward me his wide greens eyes filled with rage and wrapped his arm around my shoulder once more, “Are you okay?” he asked gruffly.
“I’m fine.” I said quietly as I let him lead me into our cab.
Two hours later
I sat in the tub as the water began to fill the large marble container; I rested my body against its walls and looked at my reflection in the mirror that was plastered onto the marble across from me. I could only see my face so I stood up and starred at my naked body in the brightly lit glass. A bruise on my thigh, one of my hip, my arm, leg, knee and finally that unsightly red cut running down the length of my chest. I couldn’t believe that I had been exposed that way, I rose my hands to my face as I quickly relived the ordeal, “so terrifying” I whispered into myself.
I looked up as I heard the sound of Harrys voice, “I’m sorry darling,” he said quietly, “I didn’t think that would happen.”
I shrugged as I turned towards him, “that’s life now right.” I said dryly, he walked towards the tub and began to unbutton the white dress shit that he had been wearing. He undid the tie and pulled it off dropping it beside the tub, he slid his shirt off of his shoulders and dropped it in the same area.
“No its not, I don’t know what happened tonight—they were really desperate, more than usual.”
“Whatever—I’m just glad it’s over.”
“Paul’s suing that bastard, sexual assault—probably battery.” He said seriously., I couldn’t think of anything else to say so again I just shrugged, “I’m really sorry baby,” he said again as he dropped his pants and boxers and he stood beside me in the large tub. He placed his hand onto my hips and rested his head on my shoulder, “I love you.” He mumbled sweetly.
I ran my fingers through his messy curls and kissed his forehead, “I love you too.”
We sat down in the tub facing each other and our body’s covered in bath bubbles and loosely resting on one another, Harry gently ran his hands along my legs as I sat back and tried to relax myself. “Will you ever forgive me?” he asked feeling very guilty and interrupting my relaxation.
“There’s nothing to forgive Harry.” I said feeling drained, he lifted his body causing the water to travel violently and slowly moved toward me and finally resting his naked, wet body onto mine. His chest pressed against mine as we breathed in unison, I looked down at him his chin resting lightly right below where the glowing red cut was and his hands wrapped underneath me and resting on my ass. I wrapped my legs around his lower body and rested my feet on the small of his back, as I looked at him I couldn’t help but realized how lucky I was to have him—I couldn’t imagine going through tonight without him there to protect me and keep me safe, granted it was his fame that brought us here but that just comes with the territory. “Harry baby,” said in barely a whisper.
His eyes opened as he looked up at me “yes.”
I fiddled my fingers around his curls and pushed them away from his face revealing his structure, “Love me, love me and promise me that you’ll always be there okay?”
He nodded and nervously moved up along my body, his face held directly over mine as his piercing green eyes met mine. Slowly his lips descended onto mine and his smooth petals tasted mine, his soft tongue ran along the bottom of my lips tasting my flesh; I intertwined my hands with his hair and pulled him down closer to me. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and massaged his with mine; he struggled to hold himself on top of me so I placed his hand onto my back and pushed him down onto me.
Once our lips let’s go he looked at me again to make sure that this was what I wanted, I gave him a cheeky grin and bit my lips, “don’t make me change my mind.” I said mockingly. His lips curved into a half smile as he caught my dry sense of humor. His hands fell under the water as he navigated his way inch by inch in the deep and wide tub, he rested his hand under my shoulders and pulled himself closer to me until our sex was lined up. He knelt in-between my legs and hiked them around his waist, slowly he inserted himself into me pulling a fill of water into me as well. I gasped at the new feeling having to get used to it a bit—he smiled at my reaction and slowly began to move up in pace, pumping himself—and the water inside of me. As he thrust he left little love bits along my neck and around my bruises. His hands roamed my body blindly as my moans turned into louder gasp and deep hitching breaths. The higher he brought me the more he laughed and smiled until we both reached our peak, exploding at the same time releasing ourselves into the water.
I quivered as I rode out my orgasm, Harry slowly continued to thrust in and out of me just to slowly come down from whatever high he was on; when he finally stopped he slowly let his shaking body on top of mine and let out a sweet laugh.
“I love you,” he said childishly.
“That’s the twentieth time you’ve said that.” I reminded him.
“I know,” he laughed, “but I just thought I’d let you know again.”