Caught in a Landslide (ft. Harry Styles)

Room 1075

I hesitated before walking up to the front desk. Luckily, I had gone unnoticed out in front and was able to at least remove my sunglasses inside.

"Hello, I'm Michelle, welcome to The Manhattan. Checking in?" She greeted me.

"Hi Michelle, I'm going to room 1075, Mr. Har- I mean - Simon Style." I replied nervously.

She looked at me and typed into her computer. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the screen.

"I need to see an id," she said sternly.

I reached into my clutch and pulled out my license. I realized this meant that Harry was actually here and smiled to myself. She made a copy of my id and then handed me a room key.

"Enjoy your stay," she smiled robotically.

"Thank you," I responded walking toward the elevator. I looked at my reflection and debated whether I should remove my hat, but decided I against it - I liked the look. Inside the elevator, I pressed 10 and glanced at the front desk - Michelle was watching me as the doors closed. She had a strange look on her face.

The bell rang and the doors opened, I looked down the hall - there was a couple making out next to their door. I chuckled to myself as I searched for room 1075. Once I found it, my heart pounded in my chest.

I stuck my key in and opened the door when the light turned green. The room was simple yet elegant. It was nicely decorated, there was a cart full of desserts sitting near the bar and a fire was lit in the fireplace. I quietly closed the door behind me and put my clutch down on the round table near the door. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a glass of ice water.

"Making yourself at home, I see." His sultry voice said as he walked out of the bedroom.

I turned and grinned at him. I had missed him. Too much. We met in the middle of the room and he pulled me in for a hug. I smelled his familiar scent and felt my stomach flutter.

"It's so good to see you, Harry," I said looking into his eyes.

He pulled me in close, removed my hat and pushed his lips against mine. Finally.

"And you as well, love," he breathed into my mouth.

We walked over and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. He pressed a button on the remote and music filled the room. It wasn't anything romantic...it was Nirvana - which in turn made me giggle.

We exchanged stories of our week. I mentioned visiting the Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building. He told me about London and visiting the lads and his family. He turned serious when he asked if the unknown number had contacted me again and seemed relieved when I shook my head no.

'Lake of Fire' started to play. It was one of my favorite songs, so I moved my head to the beat.

"Care to dance?" he whispered as he kissed my cheek.

I nodded and stood up. He pulled me close to him, the warmth felt incredible. I put my head on his shoulder and he gently rubbed my lower back. It felt so nice to be held this way.

I tilted my head toward his and kissed his soft pink lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me ever so slightly as the kissing quickly grew desperate- I could feel he wanted more.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled away abruptly. He looked at the screen, narrowed his brows and asked me to excuse him. Such a gentleman. I walked over the bar and poured us each a glass of champagne, I then added some orange juice. I returned to the couch and turned on the TV above the fireplace. Harry was in the bedroom taking the call and I didn't want to eavesdrop, so I sipped my Mimosa and giggled as Jim Carrey made the most annoying noise in the world.

I heard Harry's boots tread across the tile, his body sprawled out across the rest of the couch as he placed his head in my lap. I handed him the Mimosa I made and he thanked me.

"Business," he grumbled after he had taken a swig. "I'm working on a fashion line. But you're the only person outside of my team that knows."

I grinned. Since when was I important enough for Harry Styles to reveal secrets to?

"That's exciting," I said as I ran my fingers through his hair. "What kind of line? Men, women, children?"

"That I cannot tell you," he smirked then moved into an upright position and turned off the TV.

"Let's take a shower," he whispered into my ear.

He kissed my cheek as he removed his shoes and started to undress. His trail of clothing led straight to the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I took a deep breath and made my way into the steamy room. His boxers lay on the floor and he began singing in the shower. I waited and listened for a minute before removing my dress and opening the curtain.

His eyes were wide as he looked my body over. I blushed when he reached out and unfastened my bra. He pulled me into the shower with him- I was still wearing my lacy red panties.

"Nice choice," he cooed kissing my neck and collar bone. Water ran down his fit body and I ran my fingers through his curls again. He lifted me off the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was gentle and I felt comfortable with him. He set me down and slid my panties off.

"Bed, now!" He ordered twisting the shower knobs.

We kissed passionately as we made our way to the bed. He pulled back the blankets and moved some pillows so we would be more comfortable. Once in the bed, I straddled him and covered his body with kisses. His hands were all over my body and my nails lightly scratched his chest. He moved my hips, quickly rolled on a condom and pushed himself inside of me. I moaned loudly as his hands caressed my breasts. I started to grind on him and our groans got louder, our breathing quickened.

"Harry," I leaned over and kissed his lips as I came undone. He groaned loudly and thrust harder - he finished and slowly lifted me off of his body. I put my head on his chest and he ran his finger in circles around my shoulder blade.

"You are incredible," he said quietly.

My cheeks flushed and I looked up into his green eyes.

"How did we get here from the boy and the runner in the park? Everything has happened so quickly, but I feel like -" I paused.

"You feel like what? Please continue," he asked.

"It just feels so nice to be wanted," I looked at my fingers. "I just don't know why you chose me for this when you could have any woman in the world - and I mean any."

I was embarrassed to admit that aloud, but I was genuinely curious. I knew I felt ridiculously attracted to him and enjoyed spending time with him.

"I-i can't explain it, but I feel something special with you," he covered his eyes with his forearm.

Not sure what else to say and definitely no desire to ruin the moment, we continued to cuddle. The last thing I wanted at that point was to try and define our 'relationship' or whatever it was.

"Tell me about your sons," Harry said after a few minutes.

"Well," I began slowly. "Lennon is 6 and he is a talker. He's really smart, athletic and loves to learn," I continued cautiously. "Bas, well, he's 3. He's shy but friendly and he follows his big brother around all day."

"Hmmm, maybe someday I could meet them," he said.

To be honest, I wasn't sure how I felt about that. My boys would be thrilled to meet Harry, they were One Direction fans - well, of the music. I wasn't against the idea of taking them to a concert and then meeting the band after...

"Yeah, maybe," I finally responded.

I told him about my sister and my parents. He told me about his family and briefly went into his childhood and why he chose to go out for the XFactor. We cuddled for a few more minutes before I hopped in the shower. While Harry showered, I made another Mimosa and picked up my phone. A new text message.

Unknown Number: Room 1075.

I dropped the glass and Harry ran out with a towel around his waist.

"Not again?"

I nodded my head as I fought back tears.