You sigh and turn over in bed again. The wait is feeling like an eternity. Harry told you he'd be back from the press conference before you knew it, but it's been two hours and he still hasn't shown up.

You hadn't seen each other in weeks, and you finally arranged your schedules so you could come see him and the boys for a few days on tour. You missed him so much, not just his kisses and hugs, but also his physical presence. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been intimated; it felt like years, and the only thing you could think about while watching him on stage, sweating, with his tattoos on display, and his long hair... damn that fucking long hair. You need him so bad.

The thoughts made you reach down and press the way you knew you liked. You couldn't hold back; if he didn't come to do it, you'd do it yourself. You hadn't even done it these past few weeks because you wanted to wait for him, but it was torture. Your hand moved at a rapid pace while you closed your eyes.

“May i help you, angel?” Harry's voice startles you.