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There’s A Million Lights, I Don’t Care If They’re Watching

A/n: hi guys, hope you're doing well!! first off, i wanted to thank you for enjoying the previous works, it means a lot to me. seriously, thank you. i also wanted to say that English is not my native language, so i'll correct all the possible errors as soon as possible. i hope you'll like this post just as much as the other ones!! and feel free to leave a comment, I'll appreciate it:) take care and tpwk <3 love you, mwah

Also, sorry if this is cringe… my friend told me I should’ve posted it because she liked it… I’m sorry if it isn’t just as cool

Summary: moments before his show, Harry wants to remind you how much he loves you, willing to let everybody in the arena know that as well…

Word count: 1.6k

This post contains mature and explicit content.

The crowd was screaming his name out loud, they were chanting and waiting for him to come on stage. 8:40 pm. The show was about to start at 9 pm. I was walking through the corridors facing the back of the stage where Harry was about to come on and saw him hyping himself up, getting the adrenaline in his veins and preparing for the performance. He was so focused, so concentrated on it. It was the first show of the European leg of his tour, and he wanted it to start in the best way possible.

"Hey, look at my rockstar," I said, placing a hand on his left shoulder, and making him turn to me. "My love," he murmured, his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him and his lips pressed against my neck. "This is surreal," I commented, giving a quick look around the arena crammed with people. "Yeah, it is," he apathetically replied, seeming quite distracted. "H?" I asked, seeing the void in his eyes. "Yes, love?" he answered softly. "Everything's okay?" I continued, caressing his neck with my tiny hand. "How couldn't it be when the most perfect creature on planet Earth is in front of me, being no one's but mine and mine only?"

At the sound of those words, I felt my cheeks immediately flushing pink. He was unbelievably loving, I couldn't believe he was my boyfriend. He was the best thing that ever happened to me in my entire life. His presence brought light and hope to me when I was feeling nothing but sorrow and emptiness. I couldn't thank him enough for all he did and still was doing for me. He was my everything, the lighthouse guiding me through the darkness of the night, helping me find my way to the shore in all safety. Whenever these thoughts crossed my mind, I would zone out and get lost in my head.

"Actually," he stated with an unexpectedly gravelly and seducing voice, "I have specific plans for these next ten minutes, you know?" I looked at him quite surprised, concentrating on his tongue licking his lips and the ardour in his eyes. "What- what do you mean?" "I wanna make this night unforgettable," he began, leaving needy pecks on my neck. He pulled me even closer to his body, his muscular chest pressing against my figure. "Harry..." I whined, instinctively wrapping both my arms behind his neck and grabbing a fist of his hair with one hand. "You can be as loud as you want here, no one'll hear you," he continued, his left hand brushing up my thigh and sliding beneath the skirt of my sage green mini-dress, his fingers playing with the rubber band of my underwear.

"Harry, they're gonna see us," I gasped, feeling the lacy material of my panties suddenly slipping down my legs. "D'you think I care?" he muttered against my collarbones before picking me up and making me sit — so to speak — on one of the steps of the stair he should've walked on to get on stage, "d'you think I give a single fuck about what they're gonna say?" He was now looking at me, eagerness spreading through his irises in a vivid and clear manner. "I mean-" "Ssh, don't waste your pretty voice this way; I want this entire arena to know who d'you belong to, so you must preserve as much oxygen as you can, understood?" I looked at him submissively, only nodding at his words. "Good girl."

This was one of those moments where his primal cravings took over him, making him wildly crazy over you. Over me. His hunger was capable of making me forget about anything, even the fact that we were about to fuck in front of a sold-out arena. "Now, open your legs for me, darling," he commanded kindly. He wasn't harsh, it wasn't his nature. Instead, he was always very gentle and tender, checking he was making you feel at ease and comfortable with the situation. Without breaking the eye contact bonding us together, I slowly parted my legs, the skirt of my dress now crinkling up my ass, leaving my intimacy unveiled. "Gorgeous," he commented, sliding his index between my folds — making me whimper and roll up my hips — to feel my wetness first hand.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see entire bleachers full of people incredulously reacting and screaming over what was happening between me and Harry. They couldn't believe it, me neither, to be honest. His lips crashing on mine brought me back to reality, making me focus on him instead of the surroundings. "Look at me, not at them; have eyes only for me," he muttered against my lips, before intertwining his tongue with mine. Little grunts of pleasure resonated into his mouth, while my hands grabbed more of his sea-woods-scented curls.

He was hovering over me, supporting himself with both his arms stretched out to the steps of the stair behind me, and pushed his body closer to mine, so that I could feel his bulge between my legs. I rolled my eyes and tilted back my head, arching my back and feeling almost an electric discharge travelling down my spine and making me move uncontrollably. My hands slowly took off the jacket he was wearing, violently tossing it on the floor. He wasn't wearing anything else under it, his bare chest was now facing me, his tattoos imposing on his skin. Eventually, my fingers reached for the zipper of his trousers and unzipped them, taking out his hard cock and stroking it a little in my hand, drops of clear precum spilling out on my fingertips.

I looked at him with questioning eyes, not knowing what to do. "Even though I like your pretty mouth wrapped around it, we only have ten minutes from now before the show begins; plus, I think it's already hard enough, don't you-" "Shut up and fuck me," I interrupted him, the urge to feel him inside me crawling up my stomach. He smirked at me, then slid his hands underneath my knees, pulling them up together and laying them over his shoulder. "This is gonna hurt," he warned, staring at me with a glimpse of preoccupation in his eyes. We both knew this position was dangerous for me. We only tried it twice because I couldn't physically bear it. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked, his head getting closer to my face. "Y-yes," I startled, searching for his lips to kiss them passionately. He sneered at me and, without giving me the time to process what was about to happen, he thrust mercilessly inside me. A loud moan resounded in the arena alongside the noise that our bodies colliding against each other made.

My nails dug into the flesh of his back, scratching his skin and leaving reddish marks on it. It was wild, it was feral. Something we never had before. Instinctively, I bit his shoulder, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me making me an ecstatic and moaning mess. I was trying to contain all my moans, I was too scared to sound ridiculous. "It's only us here, don't pay attention to the fans," he stated, thrusting faster and faster, "instead, let them out." "Let them out what?" I breathed out heavily, my chest increasing in size every time his dick deepened his path inside me. "The moans, love: let them out, let everyone here know how good I fuck you." His hand wrapped around my throat, pressing cautiously in the right spots, allowing my voice to come out. All loud. Way too loud.

He was being rough, he was being devilish. And I was fucking loving it. He was making me feel like I'd never felt before; my mind going crazy, my legs already trembling, and my stomach squirming and quivering. I kept arching my back more and more, the adrenaline pervading every single corner of my body and sending shivers down my spine to my lower back, where Harry put one hand, tickling my skin. He knew that was a sensitive spot for me, he knew. And, so, another loud whimper left out my lips.

"God, yes," I moaned out, bucking my hips forward, following the rhythm of his thrusts. "God? He's not here, babe," he murmured, biting my earlobe, "he's not the one who's making you feel this good, is he?" I shook my head no, letting out moans and whimpers and crying tears of intense pleasure. "Words, love; words," he said, his fingers around my throat once again, "I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours." "Fuck, Harry," I cried out, incapable of moving properly, "I'm so close." "Let go, let go for me, darling," he whispered against my ear, fastening once more his thrusts inside me. The ardour, the passion, the fervour, the eagerness: it was all blending perfectly together. I grabbed tightly his muscular bicep, bucked my hips forward once more, and then I came. All over him.

He didn't think twice and bent down, burying his head between my thighs, sipping loudly my arousal, the flick of his tongue between my folds making me cum a second time. "Such a good, good girl," he muttered against my sensitive skin, the vibrations of his words resonating up to my stomach, making me squirm even more. Then he got up, quickly adjusted his trousers and ran a hand through his hair; eventually, he helped me get dressed up again, knowing that my legs were all shaky and achy. He sat me down on the step of the stair, tucking strands of hair behind my ears. "I love you so fucking much, my darling," he said, kissing me, before getting on stage. He opened the concert singing his fan-favourite unreleased song "Medicine", changing the setlist at the moment. When he sang the line «And when I sleep, I’m gonna dream of how you…», he slid his thumb right above his Cupid arc, where a tiny drop of my arousal was still resting.

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