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You were sitting at the bar at your favorite hotel, Corinthia London, the first place that you had a date with your then boyfriend. You can’t help but think back to those times that you first started dating, the butterflies in your stomach when you’d receive a text from him, the late night phone calls, the random bouquet of flowers that would show up at your door just because. He was a sucker for romance. You have a list of reasons why you love him but his ability to find a new way to sweep you off your feet was up there. Tonight, it was your turn. 

You watched your phone light up with a message just as the bartender places your drink on the napkin in front of you. 

Sorry, I’m running late x

You smile at the text, shaking your head before taking the first sip of your drink. You feel good, excited for the night ahead of you. You spent extra time getting ready, wearing one of his custom button down shirts with his name embroidered on the top right corner, it hight right in the middle of your thighs and you had a black blazer over top to keep you warm. 

A few moments later, you heard the door of the restaurant open again turning your head towards the direction of the person walking through the door. He was wearing tan corduroy flares, a white and maroon striped top with a green jacket on-top with different plants embroidered on it. You watched him as he ran his hands through his hair after saying a small, thank you to the hostess and making his way over to the bar you were standing at. You can still feel those butterflies at the pit of your stomach. The man takes a seat a few stools down from you. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he orders his drink, calling the bartender back as he begins walking away from him. 

Before you know it, the bartender is walking over to you with a drink in his hand. He places it under the napkin that is already in front of you, “He asked me to give this to you.” He looks over and your eyes follow his towards the guy that walked into the bar a few minutes earlier. He’s leaning over the bar this time, flashing you a peace sign before signaling you for coming over. 

You make your way over to him, hesitating before taking a seat, “Is this your thing?” You ask.

“My thing?” He responds with a chuckle, “just saw a pretty girl alone at the bar on Valentine’s Day, just thought you could use some cheering up is all.” A smirk is plastered on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

You take the seat next to him, “and what’s a handsome guy like you doing alone on Valentine’s Day?” You take a sip of your drink waiting for him to say something.

“Afraid, I got stood up.”

“Oh, really?” You raise a brow waiting for him to continue.

“It sucks, had this entire night planned for her, we were going to have dinner here and then I was going to take her back home to show her all the different ways I love her.”

“Sounds like she had quite the night ahead of her.”

“What about you? What did you have planned?” He asked, raising a brow in curiosity. 

“Well, he also loves this place, and was going to let him order whatever he wanted. I even wore this shirt,” You look down at the silk top that is on your body, “because I know it drives him mad.”

You watch him shift in his seat, leaning forward before introducing himself, “I’m Harry,” he reaches his hand forward. 

You repeat his name, “Harry?” You begin to smile trying your hardest to keep your laughter in.

Harry leans in further and you do the same, moving your head to the side so he can whisper something in your ear, “the game doesn’t work if you start laughing,” he leans back with the most self-satisfied smile on his face. 

You smile back at him, shaking your head and then taking a sip of your alcohol. 

“So, how long have you guys been together?” 

“Three years.” 

“And he’s already doing this? Looks like he doesn’t appreciate the things around him.”

“What makes you think that?” 

“Leaving his misses on a holiday like this, for any man to swoop in and take her.”

“Oh? You think you have a chance with me?”

Harry leans over again, your knees knocking together before moving to whisper in your ear again, “I know it darling.” He leans back in his chair, his legs spread apart arms crossing in front of his chest. 

You shake your head at his smugness, “Are you asking to take this somewhere else?” 

“How will he feel about that?” Harry asks.

“I must admit, I haven’t been thinking about him since you invited me to come sit over here,” you take a pause, “I can tell you haven’t been thinking about your misses either,” you say as you look him up and down, “nice of your friend to join us.” 

Harry raises a brow, his green eyes growing wide as you take a look down his body before meeting his eyes again, “Are you going to come join me?” you ask as you begin to get up from the seat at the bar and begin walking towards the elevators. You wait to hear for Harry’s movements, looking over your shoulder once more before exiting the restaurant and heading towards the elevators. Harry quickly follows behind you. 

You get inside the elevator and click the button for the presidential suite, “He’s really missing out.” Harry speaks up from the opposite side of the elevator, his body leaning against the wall as you both watch each other. The sexual tension is in the air, neither of you wanting to be the one to break. 

“I don’t really want to talk about him right now.” You say as you walk towards him, not shifting eye contact, his green eyes looking deeply into yours. You get close enough to watch him look down at you, his long brown eyelashes touching the tips of your cheek, you wait for the elevator to ding, opening to the front of your suite, “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now,” You watch as he licks his lips, mind trying to look for a response to your confession.

“I’d say thanks for making the job easier.”

You shake your head and walk out of the elevator and in the suite. The city lights illuminate the room, the bed is set in the middle with the couch facing the wall of windows, you’re up high enough for no one to see you even though you know the possibility excites you both. 

“Is this your thing?” Harry asks, mimicking your question from earlier before taking a seat on the bed as you take a seat on the couch opposite of him. 

“What?” You ask. 

“Inviting guys you meet at the bar back to your room, give them a night to remember, leave them in the morning to think about it for years to come.”

“Is this your way of encouraging me to give you a night to remember?” You ask and watch Harry nod his head yes. You love seeing him like this, ready, willing, needing you. You move your legs apart feeling the cool air of the room hit you, Harry doesn’t hesitate to look. 

“You weren’t lying about the no underwear,” he says slowly shifting his legs together. 

“Are you just going to sit there and stare or come over here?” You say with a smile on your face. 

He walks over, fast, his lips meeting yours immediately, Harry pushing the shirt up as his hands find where you need him most as his mouth pushes into your’s deepening the kiss between you two, “Am I showing you enough now?” He grunts in your ear, his accent low and drawed out. 

“Not sure, think I need you to show me a little more.”

“Watch me,” He says as he moves down your body leaving kisses in his wake. You spread your legs further apart as he kneels down in front of you. The shirt that you have on was halfway off your body, he leaves a kiss between your cleavage and down your stomach, he moves to your inner thighs his hands moving up and down with him. You watch him get lost in you, breathing you in and taking his time which always drives you mad. 

His tongue meets your clit and you jerk forward at the motion. You can see the smugness in his face as he moves his hands over to your center. His middle finger moving up and down your slit collecting wetness before pushing two fingers inside as his tongue sucks on your clit. 

“Oh my god,” you try to labor your breaths at the feeling, slowly moving your hips to try and find a good rhythm. You love the feeling of his scruff hitting your inner thighs all the sensations sending chills down your spine. He loves it, you can see it in his eyes. His hands, fingers, tongue, working in overdrive to get you there, pumping in and out. You move your hands in his hair encouraging him to keep going. You love watching him like this getting completely lost in you as he does the thing that is always working, moving his tongue in figure eights as he curls his fingers inside you bringing you to the other side of your orgasm.

“Did I show you enough now?” He asks again with the same smugness.

“Now it’s my turn to show you,” You say to him, noticing he still has his clothes on something that you need to change fast. You grab his face and start kissing him, moving him off the floor and onto the couch. The kisses are sloppy as you try to take the clothes off each other, you go for his zipper first, releasing him from the confines of the flares. Harry works to get his jacket and top off, tossing them across the room to deal with later. 

You move down his body, your hand reaching to pump up his length before opening your mouth to take him. You rest the tip of his length on your tongue as your hands work to pump him. The sounds of Harry’s grains as he pushed your head back to see your face. You take him in as much as you can as your hands work to wrap around the rest of him Harry hit his head back as he moaned, “Want to be inside you.”

You love how watching his body react to you as you release him from your mouth with a pop before moving up his body to meet your hips with his. 

“Love seeing you like this,” he says as you tease his dick against your center and Harry’s hands find their way to your boobs. 

“Thought the game didn’t work if we step out of character,” you smile down at him as you slowly tease your way down his length.

“Don’t care about the game anymore, just want you.” He says as you guided him into you, the both of you let out a sigh at the familiar feeling. You slowly grind before adjusting to a rhythm as Harry’s hands move down your back before palming over your ass. You love this feeling of control as you grind, watching Harry bite his lip and moan underneath you knowing that you’re the one making it happen. 

“Harry,” You moan as he moves his head up to start kissing down your neck as you tug at the back of his hair. His hands move to where your bodies are connected, circling over your clit as you ride through your second orgasm and Harry meets you there shortly after, a whisper of “I love you” leaving his lips as you both catch yourself in the waves of the aftermath. Your bodies stay a tangled mess on the couch as Harry lays back and you get off of him. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” You whisper before moving to lay next to him with your head on his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says with the same dimpled grin that caught your eye all those years later, “you almost had me second guessing if you were actually there for me or if there was actually another bloke waiting to steal my wife from me,” he laughs. 

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m stuck with you Styles,” you laugh. 

“Hey, s’not very nice to talk to your husband that way,” he frowns.

You move in closer for a kiss, “Husband, I love the sound of,” you say as you continue kissing him, staying there for what felt like hours, mouths moving against each other as hands continued to explore your bodies like you were that young couple that was just starting to get to know each other.