Sunday. Thank God, I need a break. I also need to do my social science homework for class tommorrow, but it's not like that's going to get done with me thinking about Harry. And it's not like I can just stop thinking about him. That's just impossible. Everything about him pulls me in. His scent, his face, his body, the way he dresses, even his cocky attitude makes my stomach flutter. Speaking of stomach fluttering, the moment of affection we shared yesterday nearly made my stomach explode. It was absolutely undescribable. Never have I craved the touch of anyone more than I have for Harry. Oh, the things I would do with Harry...... Ok no. I cannot go there right now. I really need to do this homework. Maybe I could ask Harry if he wanted to work on it with me? Yea, I mean there's nothing wrong with just working on homework together.
I grab my notebooks to head over to Harry's room, but I make sure to tidy myself up first. I toss my hair in a ponytail and put on some leggings and a tanktop. Simple and casual, but I still look decent. A quick spray with my perfume and next thing I know I'm knocking on Harry's door. He opens it in just a pair of navy trackies and no shirt. Why, Why me? I try hard not to stare at his beautifully tatted chest, but my eyes betray me as they trail up and down his body. I'm doing my best to not start drooling right now. He greets me with a smile and a "Hello love" and my insides melt.
"Hey. I was um wondering if you would like to work on the social science homework with me maybe?" I ask him. Why do I still get so nervous around him?
"Well, I already finished that." He replies back, the smile still not leaving his face.
"Oh, um sorry for bothering you then." I say and nervously turn to walk away from him but he grabs my arm and turns me around.
"I would love to help you with it if you needed help though." He smirks.
"I don't need help, I was just wondering if you wanted to do it together" I say back a little snappy.
"Why did you want to work on it together" he says teasingly. Oh, he's trying to get a reaction out of me.
"I just wanted to spend some time with you, jeez sorry for asking." I spit back, and turn to walk away again. This time when he grabs my arm amd turns me around I am pulled into a kiss. A warm delicate kiss. It's almost nonexistant. He pulls away and looks into my eyes repeating again,
"I would love for you to come in and work on the homework with me. I'm sure my paper could use a little touch up." He pulls me in his room by my hand, and of course I go with him. I just can't say no to this boy.
He closes the door as I walk over to his desk to set my books down. I take a seat and he takes a seat on his bed.
"So, is this your idea of my make-up date?" Harry jokes. I instantly blush, remembering the actions that happenned leading up to that statement.
"Lets just work on the homework" I suggest, earning a grin from Harry because he knows he has made me uncomfortable.
I start writing my paper and every couple of minutes I compare with Harry and see what he thinks, and he responds with his answers, his eyes always on me. Finally I turn around to him.
"What do you keep looking at Styles?" I ask him.
"You" he simply states.
"Well can you stop? We need to do this homework." I say back.
My question is completely ingnored as Harry scoots to the edge of the bed and beckons me over. "Come here" he says. I hesitate for a second before signing and putting my pencil down and walking over to him. He spreads his legs and I stand in the middle of them. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me down to his level, lips connecting with mine. I instantly respond, my hands going to his chest to steady myself. His tongue enters my mouth, and the kiss immediately heats up as our tongues move together. One of my hands goes to his curls grabbing them, earning a response from Harry. He rolls us over quickly, me now lying on the bed with him hovering over top of me. He pulls away for a microsecond to look at me, and then immediately finds my mouth again. His hands slide up my shirt, lifting it above my head. I take it off and it is thrown to the floor as Harry continues to slide his hands all over my body. His hand gets to my breast and he cups it and squeezes, bringing me into a whole other world of pleasure. He trails his kisses down my jawline and neck, and eventually down my stomach. I've never felt so vulnerable around anyone in my life, not even Brandon. Harry has complete control over me right now. He gets to the band of my leggings and starts to pull them down when I stop him. He looks up at me with a puzzled questioning look and says to me
"I want to make you feel good though Chloe."
I am frankly too nervous to let Harry continue. Of course I'm self conscious, I'm a girl. I'm not the most confident about sexual activity. I'm no good at it, and what if Harry decides that I'm too gross to do anything with. I'm absolutely paranoid with this subject. It scares me.
"I'm sorry Harry, I'm scared." I say to him.
"Why are you scared baby? You're safe with me. I told you, I won't let anything bad happen to you."
"I'm really sorry. You know about my past now, and being with any guy makes me nervous that it will happen again. It scares me."
His face instantly softens seeing my vulnerability, and he gets off top of me and lays back on his bed, grabbing me and pulling me close.
"Chloe, I am so sorry for what you had to go through in your past. Nobody deserves that, especially you. I want to gain your trust, I want you to know that not all men are like that douchebag, especially me. I want to make you feel safe with me. I want you to let me in Chloe. And I'll never hurt you." With that he kissed the top of my head, and we just layed there for what seemed like hours.