Twenty Eight

Author's note: Just warning ya that the end gets a tiny bit graphic! Not that much, but I just wanted to let you know :)

Jordyn's P.O.V

A few months later...

It is now January 2nd, and I was planned to start dancing in the Rambert Dance Company tomorrow. If you didn't already guess, yes I submitted an application and sent in the video clip of me dancing, and I got accepted! Only ten spots were filled out of over a hundred auditions, so I was beyond blessed that I was chosen to be one of the dancers!

After I got the call stating that they had wanted me to perform and train with them, the boys threw me a party to celebrate. All of our families were there; it was similar to the barbeque we had a few weeks prior. Overall it was tons of fun.

There was no time for me to attend college with all of my dance classes, so I decided to wait out on college and see where this oppertunity takes me. If it didn't turn out the way that I had hoped, I would go to university in the fall, but I am hoping that this all works out.

The building where the dance company is located is only about a ten minute drive from our house, so I luckily could live home and just commute there. It's kind of good in a way, because I get to spend time with the boys before they go on tour. The only bad thing was that when the boys leave for tour. I don't know if I am going to want to live here by myself. I could go live with my parents, even though its been almost three years since I've lived with them. But then again, I love this house, and the boys will be coming back to live here again after the world tour, so I'm allowed to stay here now since I'm not going away to college. I guess I'll make the decision of staying or leaving after the boys leave to see if I want to or not.

I was currently in my closet preparing my outfits for tomorrow. On Mondays and Wednesdays I have a lecture on the History of Dance at 11 A.M-12 P.M, then I have a half hour break, and then I have dance class from 12:30 P.M-3 P.M. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I just have rehearsal from 11-3. It seems kind of long, dancing for 4 hours, but I was willing to do it. And besides, doing what I love to do for hours at a time will not bore me at all, if anything it will be fun. We have off on Fridays, and the weekend of course, but we have a variety of showcases, performances and workshops that we will attend on the weekends. Anyways, back to my outfits. I needed one outfit for my lecture, just regular clothes, and then for my class I needed a sports bra and booty shorts. At first I was hesitant about wearing a sports bra, after what I've been through, but I sucked it up, and I'm learning to accept my body for how it is. 

I heard footsteps coming into my room, so I peeked my head out of my closet and saw Zayn scanning my room with his eyes, looking for me. I cleared my throat, and his head snapped in my direction.

"There you are" He laughed, and walked over to me. "What are you doi-" He stopped and looked into my closet. "Woah, your closet is a freakin mess!" He exclaimed.

"I couldn't decide what color sports bra and booty shorts to wear! I have like every color possible!" I said.

"Well which ones did you pick?" He asked.

"The red" I held up the red sports bra and matching red booty shorts for Zayn to see.

"Ahh, good choice" He laughed. "Before I go to bed I just wanted to wish you good luck tomorrow, since I probably won't be awake before you leave in the morning" 

"Aw thanks Zayn" I stood up from the floor and pulled him in for a hug. A few moments later I could feel someones presence behind us. I looked over Zayns shoulder and saw Harry standing there, with his arms crossed.

"Zayn are you trying to make a move on my girlfriend?!" He pretended to be mad. Me and Zayn pulled away from each other, so Harry took the oppertunity to come in between us and wrap his arms around me, protecting me from Zayn.

"I was just wishing her good luck, no need to go into defense mode" Zayn laughed.

"She's mine!!" Harry hugged me tighter and blocked me from Zayn's view.

"Alrighty then, good night guys" Zayn said, and walked out of the closet laughing.

"I love you Zayn!" Harry yelled to him.

"Yeah yeah love you too Haz" Zayn yelled back. Harry turned me around so we were chest to chest.

"Hello there" He smiled down at me.

"Hiii" I stood on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to his quickly.

"Ready for tomorrow?" Harry asked me.

I sighed. "I think so, just a little nervous though" 

"Don't be nervous" Harry said, rubbing my back. "You're gonna do great, they picked you out of a hundred people for a reason. You're an amazing dancer, and if they can see how much passion you have for dance as much as I see it, they are going to love you and be so happy that they chose you to be in the company"

"Thanks Harry, you always know what to say to make me feel better" I smiled at him. He leaned down again and kissed me, then rested his forehead on mine.

"Are we sleeping in my bed or yours tonight?" He whispered, his forehead still touching mine.

"Yours is more comfy" I said quietly. "But first I have to clean my closet" I pointed to the floor, which had clothes scattered everwhere.

Harry removed his forehead from mine and looked around. "I'll help" He smiled at me. I nodded and walked over to the corner of my closet and started to pick up some of my clothes, and put them on hangers.

A few minutes into cleaning Harry's voice made me stop what I was doing. "Ummm" He said. I turned around and looked to see what he was up to. My underwear drawer was opened, and Harry was holding up one of my thongs. The thin elastic was hot pink, and the rest of it was sheer black. Harry was staring at the fabric with his eyes wide open.

"How come I've never seen you wear this?" He finally looked at me, shaking the material out in front of him. I just shrugged.

"Do you know how sexy you would look wearing it?" His asked. He started to walk closer towards me, until our faces were only inches apart.

"Put them on for me, please" He begged in his raspy, deep voice. I shook my head no, and Harry pouted. "Please" He whispered, placing his head in the crook of my neck, placing light kisses all around. I moved my head, allowing him to have more access, and brought my hand up to his curls as a sign to let him continue. After a few seconds I couldn't take it any longer, so I tugged his hair slightly so he would become face to face with me. Harry smirked, and planted his lips onto mine hungrily, causing us to push up against the wall. I placed both of my hands around his neck and played with the curls on the back of his neck. Harry groaned in appreciation. He always loves when people play with his hair, I don't know why. Before things went any further I pulled away, leaving us both out of breath. Harry frowned at me.

"Not tonight Harry" I said.

He pouted. "Aww why not?"

"I don't want to be sore for class tomorrow" I said giggling.

"Fine..." Harry said defeated. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed, meet you in my room?" 

I nodded, and Harry walked out of the room, dropping the underwear on the floor on the way out. When he was gone, I ran over and picked the thong up off the floor, then took one of Harry's shirts that I stole off the hanger. I got undressed, and slipped Harry's shirt on, which came about halfway down my thighs, then slipped the underwear on. I'm gonna surprise Harry tonight. I know I said I would be sore, but me and Harry have had sex countless amount of times since that day we told Liam, so I didn't get sore anymore. I just used that as an excuse. I quickly brushed out my hair, then brushed my teeth and headed over to Harry's room.

I opened the door and saw Harry sitting up in his bed on his phone. He gave me a small smile, then went back to looking at his phone, obviously being stubborn that I refused to have sex with him tonight. Little did he know...

I walked over to the bed and climbed in next to Harry, making sure my shirt was pulled down so he couldn't see.

"Whatchya doing?" I asked, looking over at his phone.

"Playing a game" He mumbled. He's such a baby! Not having sex for one night isn't going to kill him. I decided to cut right to the chase, and swung my leg over Harry's torso to straddle him. If this was several months ago, there was no way I would be doing this, but I guess I've become more confident now. I took the phone from his hands and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.

I leaned over Harry's body and kissed him, in which he pulled away.

"You just turned me down, what makes you think I'm gonna kiss you now!" He pretended to be hurt.

I shook my head and laughed, then grabbed a hold of his hands. He looked at me confused, but when I brought his hands up under my shirt to feel the thong I was wearing his expression completely changed. His eyes widened, and he had a huge smirk on his face.

"Ugh let me see" He pleaded, and tried to lift my shirt up so he could get a better look. I grabbed his hands again, and pulled them away. "Not so fast" I grinned at him.

"Babe" He whined. I leaned my head closer to him, and he immediately kissed me. Throughout the kiss I could feel his boxers tightening. Was he really getting hard from just kissing me? Or was it the thought of me wearing the thong he basically drooled over?

Harry, the anxious person that he is, pulled away from the kiss and grabbed my hips, guiding them to sit upright on his lap. He took the fabric of my shirt, well his shirt, in his hands and slowly lifted it up my body. He lifted the shirt all the way up mid torso, but his focus was lower down.

"Holy....fuck" He said breathily.

Harry continued to stare at the material I was wearing, to the point where I felt uncomfortable and started to blush. I brought my hand under his chin and lifted it so he was looking at me. I felt a twitch from his boxers, and I giggled.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He asked, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual. Before I could respond, he flipped us over so he was hovering over me. He grinned at me before taking his hand and tracing it down my stomach, and to the underwear. He massaged the material, groaning and swearing a few times. I bit my lip, trying to surpress the moan that was aching to come out, but Harry stopped before it could be released.

"You know, you do look hot as hell wearing that thong, but you'd look better with it off" He winked, then tugged on the underwear, pulling it down my leg.

He hovered back over by my head. "You tricked me" He stated.

I nodded and smiled. "Well then..that just makes tonight extra special" He said in a raspy tone.

And I think you know how the rest of the night goes down.