Dreaming Of You // Harry Styles

I rushed upstairs carrying my handbag and my coat, only hoping for Jeanne to be home. I knew there was a huge possibility she hadn’t come back yet since her Vespa wasn’t parked outside. Where was she? Was she out of town? As I arrived to her door I dropped everything and placed my hands on both sides of the frame, my forehead on the cold wood, trying to quieten me down. What was I going to say? I was practically acting as a stalker, because it was highly probable she didn’t want me there. Louis could have taken it back but as he kindly pointed out to me, she dismissed me two days earlier. Maybe being there wasn’t the cleverest idea…

Bad timing for second thoughts because before I even had time to react her door opened wide, suddenly revealing me Jeanne’s figure across the threshold. The expression on her face was nothing I could easily read. I stood frozen staring at her, struggling to recompose myself, and deeply breathed in, probably to speak. In that instant Jeanne threw herself on my neck, crashing her lips on mine. Without hesitation I held her by the waist and pushed her inside.

She pulled me inside as well, slamming the door behind my back. We kissed yearningly as Jeanne began to unbutton and tug at my shirt, while I caressed her over her dress with urge. She took off my fedora and pushed me, forcing me to fall back against the door, coming to rest her body on me. I wanted to have her like that again so badly I couldn’t think straight. I could barely breathe. Wrapping around her small wrist I passed her by my side, and we swapped positions against the door.

“I’m so mad about you,” I groaned to her mouth holding her by the jaw. Her eyes sparkled.

“I’m mad about you too,” she said and closed her eyes to connect our lips again. At her words I felt as if I was melting but I pinned her firmly by the waist and began to trail down the curve of her neck with my tongue as Jeanne grabbed me by the nape and pulled her head back, moaning.

“I better leave,” a voice coming from behind said. My heart bounced inside my chest as I jumped, instinctively turning around. A lightly stubbled guy with glasses in jumper and chinos was staring at us in awe.“Nice to meet you–––he snickered. I’m Lolo, Jeanne’s best friend…” He held his hand out and approached me.

“I’m Harry,” I mumbled in awkwardness but tightly gripping his hand.

“Yeah, I know who you are…” He said to turn his attention on her. She was resting her hands on my shoulders and hiding her face on my chest, but slightly moved her head to glimpse at him. “Jeanne, belle, appelle-moi dès que tu peux. Je vous laisse, les amants…” We stepped aside so he could leave.

“Come here,” I said in a husky tone as the door closed, pushing her against it one more time to kiss her smile. She ran her hands underneath my shirt, her body quivering between the door and mine. “Ah, Jeanne,” I grumbled, cupping her face to bring her closer. She tugged at my clothes, so I took my hands to my shoulder blades and removed them. I kissed her voraciously as she slid her hands across my torso. “I have to tell you before Mme. Poulbot or some other neighbour do it for me. We serenaded you last night…” I whispered between kisses. Jeanne lightly smiled, raising her eyebrows.

“I haven’t come across anybody…–––she grinned. You are five kids.”

“We are, but we were quite good at it,” I chuckled.

“I can’t imagine why…”

“Where were you?” I muttered, changing drastically the tone of my voice, my heart starting to pound violently. Jeanne glanced away.

“At Lolo’s…”

“Why did you leave?” I asked.

“I couldn’t stay…” She mumbled looking directly into my eyes, her fingers gripping on me. A chill ran down my spine.