Shay was nervous and happy and excited and scared shitless as she lay in bed that night waiting for Harry to wander in her room to tell her they would be sneaking out to go over to his place. There was so much going on inside her head – so much chaos. She didn’t know how they were going to just run off to his place without getting caught. It was one thing to lie to her parents and tell them she was going to Rachel’s, but to have both of them sneaking out in the middle of the night seemed so risky – but an adventure none the less. Hadn’t they both just confessed to loving their adventures together? They could now add this to the list.
The house was so still. Shay was certain everyone was asleep and had been for a while. But where was Harry? Why wasn’t he coming to get her? She turned her head to look at the clock – 12:40 am. Their time was slowly dwindling down. That was when she decided to take matters into her own hand and see what the hell was taking him so long. She quietly tip-toed to Louis’ bedroom door and cracked it open just enough to see inside. Through the glow from his fish tank she could see his bedroom floor was completely vacant. Where the hell was Harry?
Shay slowly closed the door as quietly as she could and stood there puzzled for a moment. Did he go without her? Was she supposed to meet him there? Confusion got the better of her as she walked toward the living room. When she looked up, she found him. In the glow of the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, he was fast asleep on the couch, curled up underneath the afghan that usually hung over the back of the couch.
A smile immediately captured Shay’s lips at the sight of him. He was so beautiful and peaceful. She almost hated to have to wake him up. But she knew he was looking forward to this. During the church service, every time their eyes met in the pew, a smile would take over his entire face. He was being so entirely obvious, but thankfully the members of her family were completely oblivious to it.
Shay knelt down on the floor in front of him and just admired his face for a moment. If she had one wish, it would be for everything to work out just the way they wanted it to – for them to be together, for their families to be okay with it – for Louis to be okay with it.
“Harrrry…” Shay whispered in his ear. He didn’t move or flinch an inch.
“Harry,” she said quickly as she rattled his arm a bit. Nothing.
“Harry Styles, wake up,” Shay breathed in a loud whisper.
When that failed as well, she pressed her lips firm against his. Before ending the kiss, she gave his bottom lip a light nibble before pulling back slightly to look at his face. That was when she felt his hand on her back and saw the smile form on his lips. Before he even opened his eyes, his hand was pulling her toward him for another kiss.
“I thought I’d never be able to wake you,” Shay giggled softly as she pulled back to look into his now opened eyes.
“I’m glad you did,” he said, smiling at me.
“It’s… it’s almost one. Do you still want to go to your house?” Shay asked.
“Yes. Wow. It’s late,” he said, sitting up immediately.
“I’m sorry. I-I thought you’d come get me when you were ready,” she said, biting her lip, feeling bad that she waited so long to find him.
“No, it’s okay. I was going to… but I fell asleep,” he said, pulling off the blanket.
“Are you ready?” He asked finally.
“Yeah. I just have to grab my bag,” she told him.
“Okay. I’ll meet you by the door,” he told her.
“Okay,” she said as she began to get up. But he pulled her into his arms and kissed her once more before letting her go. Shay giggled as she made her way back to her bedroom.
As she grabbed for her bag, she noticed the tiny square box with the tiny red bow on the top, perched on top of her dresser. She couldn’t forget that. She swiped it up in her hand and placed it in her bag before she headed out of her room.
Harry was waiting for her by the front door, already dressed in his jacket, hat and boots. He smiled at her as she made her way down to him. She quickly and quietly dressed for the winter weather and they headed out the door, locking it behind them.
“That was easier than I thought it would be,” Shay said, smirking at him as he took her hand in his.
“Look…” Harry said, pointing ahead.
“What?” She asked, looking around.
“It’s snowing,” he said with a boyish smile on his lips.
Shay’s eyes went wide in admiration as she watched the fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky. It hadn’t snowed, not even an inch yet that season. They were all thinking they weren’t going to get a white Christmas. But somehow Shay knew that God was saving it for that exact moment. And she couldn’t help but believe that it was all for her and Harry.
Shay smiled over at him and kissed him on the lips. His smile never faded as they walked hand in hand through the neighborhood to his house.
“I’ve got something for you,” Harry said as he unlocked the front door to his house.
“Yeah?” She asked, smiling as he led her inside.
“Yeah. It’s nothing much, but I wanted to give you something for Christmas,” Harry said as they took off their outerwear in the foyer.
Shay had something for Harry as well, but she didn’t expect anything in return. She didn’t spend any money on his gift – even the box and bow were something lying around the house in the Christmas decoration box.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she told him.
“I didn’t buy it. I made it,” he said, smiling proudly as he took the stairs up to his room. Shay followed right behind him.
Shay hadn’t spent a whole lot of time in the Styles home over the years. After all, Harry was Louis’ friend not hers. But she had been there on occasion over the years, having been asked to babysit Harry’s younger sister, Jackie a while back.
Shay truly loved Harry’s mother, Anne. She was beautiful inside as well as out. She always made her feel at home whenever she was around. And now, Shay couldn’t help but think that Anne would be one of the biggest supporters if a relationship were to developed between her and Harry.
Harry’s bedroom – she had never been inside those four walls. And now finally getting a glimpse of it after all these years, seemed to make her feel even closer to him. There was so much artwork up on his walls – artwork that most definitely wasn’t purchased, but handmade. As her eyes registered the easel in the corner, she realized they were his – all of them.
“You… you paint?” She stammered.
“In my free time,” he said with a smirk in her direction, shrugging his shoulders.
“I didn’t know. You never told me,” she said as her eyes worked over the amazing paintings that had been created from images floating around in his head.
“They’re amazing, Harry,” Shay said with wonder in her eyes.
“They’re really nothing. Just paintings,” he said as he shut his bedroom door.
“But they were painted by you,” she said in awe.
“Does that make them any better than any other crap out there?” He chuckled.
“Yes,” she said honestly. And he just laughed.
“Well then, I guess I know you’ll like your present then,” he said, leaning down to pick up a small canvas that had been leaning against his dresser.
“You painted me a picture?” She asked wide-eyed as she looked into his eyes.
“I did,” he smiled bashfully at her.
“Harry,” she breathed out.
“You haven’t even seen it yet. It’s not that good,” he laughed.
“Let me be the judge of that,” she said holding out her hands.
With another bashful smile, he handed it to her. Shay turned it over quickly in her hands and let her eyes wash over it.
“Is that…” She gasped.
“You? Yes,” he smiled.
“When… how…?” She asked, her eyes totally fixated on the painting.
It was a painting of her peering out a window, her long blonde hair falling at her shoulders. There was a cartoon-like feel to it, like all of his other work, but she could tell it was her.
“It’s how I picture you in my head. You’re always asking ‘why’. That’s just who you are… you always question everything. And I figured this was the best portrayal of it,” he explained. Tears immediately formed in her eyes as she looked at the painting.
“Harry…” She breathed. He chuckled under his breath.
Shay looked up at him for a moment before she closed the gap between them and kissed him hard on the mouth. Pulling back, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck, but still held him in her arms.
“Harry?” She breathed against his skin.
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“I love you,” she admitted to him and to herself. Harry’s body tensed slightly before he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
“I love you too, Shay,” she heard him whisper in her ear.
And in that moment, she knew her Christmas present to him was incredibly justified.
“I-I want to give you something too,” she said pulling back, wiping at the tears that formed in her eyes.
“Okay,” he said quietly.
Shay walked over by his bedroom door, where she laid her bag down on the floor. She propped the painting up against the wall and she quickly rummaged around in the bag until she found the small box with the small bow on it and pulled it out.
“Here,” she said, holding it out to him.
Shay’s stomach was tied in knots as Harry’s vision met the box, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Well, not much to it, is there?” Harry joked.
“Believe me, there is,” she told him as goose bumps ravaged her skin.
He grabbed the box from her and fiddled with it in his fingers, before looking back up at her.
“Open it,” she coaxed him.
Shay watched as he took off the top of the box, his eyes peering inside. When he registered what his gift was, his eyes came up and focused on hers.
“Shay…” He breathed out, his face looking stunned. She bit her lip and smiled bashfully at him.
“But… are you sure? I mean, this… I mean… this is big. Way bigger than a painting,” he said, taking a deep breath.
“I’m sure,” she said with a nod.
“Are you really sure? Or…” He said, his eyes staring into hers.
“Harry, I’ve thought about this… a lot, okay. I’m sure. I’m ready,” she told him confidently.
He took another ragged breath in before he pulled out the contents of the box – one shiny silver square package. A condom.
Shay tip-toed over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Merry Christmas,” she breathed against his lips before she kissed them.
“Shay…” He said again.
“Harry…” She sighed, realizing he was still trying to see if she was completely certain.
“I just… I don’t want this to be something you’re going to regret. This is big. This is huge. And… and I want to make sure I’m the person you truly envisioned this to happen with,” he said quietly.
“Harry, I just told you I love you. I wasn’t lying,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I-I know,” he stammered.
“Isn’t it supposed to happen with someone you love – someone you’re comfortable with? Someone you trust?” She asked.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Well, you’re all of those things to me, Harry. You are who I envisioned,” she told him.
His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching for sincerity, and when he found it a smile turned up the corner of his lips. And Shay knew she was about to lose her virginity to the amazing boy standing in front of her.
Harry’s lips met with hers and their kissing almost immediately progressed things along. Shay pulled his shirt over his head, connecting their lips again instantaneously.
“You’re so beautiful, Shay,” Harry breathed as he grasped at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off.
Harry coaxed Shay onto his bed as he stood in front of her, removing his pants. She pulled off her bra, taking the same initiative Harry was. He smiled down at her before his hands met with the sides of her pajama pants and pulled them down too. She couldn’t believe it was happening – and so fast.
“Harry, Harry…” Shay breathed quietly.
“Yeah?” He asked as he crawled up to her on the bed.
“Can we… can we take this slow?” She stammered, feeling so incredibly inexperienced in the moment.
“Yes. Of course. Of course. We’ll go at whatever speed you want, Shay. Just… just let me know,” he assured her. Shay nodded as she leaned in to meet their lips together.
“Cause this… this is big. This is… it’s scary,” she told him.
“We don’t have to…” He started.
“Harry, I want to. I really do,” she told him.
“Okay,” he nodded, kissing her quickly.
“Have you… have you done this before?” She asked quietly. She was almost certain she knew the answer – that he had. But she wasn’t entirely sure.
“Yeah. A couple of times,” he told her honestly, averting his gaze from hers.
“It’s okay. That’s okay. I just… I was curious,” she told him.
“It doesn’t bother you… that we’re… that we’re not losing it together?” He asked.
“No. I mean, it would have been really special, I guess. But, it’s okay. I’m okay,” she told him.
He leaned down kissing her lips again. And they lay there for a while, just kissing and touching – both of them only wearing their underwear. After a while, Shay knew she was ready – she just knew. Her whole body was tingling for him.
“Are you… are you ready?” She asked him.
“Are you ready?” He asked and she nodded her head.
“Okay,” he said, pulling away from her body.
Shay watched as he pulled off his underwear and then came for hers too.
“I love you, Shay,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“I love you too,” she told him sincerely.
Shay watched on as Harry ripped open the condom wrapper and removed it from the packaging. Her heart was in her throat, beating wildly as they were about to cross a line of no return with one another. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched him put the condom on and she could hear the beating of her heart over everything – it was so loud.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked as his eyes met with hers.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, swallowing hard.
“Merry Christmas, Shay,” Harry breathed against her lips as he lowered himself on top of her again.
“Merry Christmas, Harry,” Shay said as his lips met with hers.
Seconds later, he pushed inside and Shay couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
There were so many sensations going through her body – she wasn’t sure which one to focus on. At first it felt almost uncomfortable, not being used to anything being inside of her like that. Then the discomfort turned slightly painful as he began to move, but that didn’t last long – thank god. And as Harry found his rhythm and Shay’s breathing sped up, she felt a sense of pleasure that began working itself up inside of her. And with that came a sense of joy and happiness.
Shay placed her hands on Harry’s face and kissed his lips sweetly. She was so in love with him.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Yes. It is,” she told him honestly.
“Good,” he breathed and continued on.
After a little while, Harry’s breathing got heavier and more ragged, and Shay knew he was coming to his end – she’d given him enough blow job’s to be able to sense it.
“Oh…” He cooed as his breathing hitched.
“Keep going,” she told him breathlessly. And he kept on, until he came.
Shay held him against her body for a while as he came down. She was no longer a virgin and Harry now held onto that part of her. For the rest of their lives, they would share that bond.