Fifteen - In The Morning
March 29th. 10am. My eyes fluttered open uneasily, the white curtains in Harry’s room not seeming to block any light what so ever. My breasts were pressed against the mattress beneath me, my gaze automatically locked on the slumbering curly haired beauty beside me. I cooed quietly to myself, thoroughly enjoying waking next to him.
Things were noticeably different that morning. I awoke to a boy that had told me he had feelings for me the evening before, a boy who had been tender and sweet with me without losing the dark glint in his mysterious eyes, which had helped me fall for him in the first place. We were ready to explore those feelings, and I was terrified, but excited. I took my hand, gently glazing over the rose tattoo on his arm as he slept. Looking at Harry’s skin was like looking at diverse pieces of art, reminding me of the feel of being in a museum and enjoying the various pieces of work. He inspired me to get more ink in the way an art museum inspires you to draw, even when you can’t. If Harry was art he would be timeless, a masterpiece. It was strange, really, because now that I knew that it was plausible and acceptable for me to feel the way I did for him, it seemed to increase. Suddenly things that I had once tried to avoid thinking about through fear of my feelings, I couldn’t stop myself thinking about. The curve of his lips, the sound of his soft breathing. It was outlandish, because I’d found myself fascinated with the tiny details of his being, and I just wanted to know more. I shuffled myself a little, taking my face nearer to his and placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. He crinkled his face, as though I had just brushed a feather to his nostrils, which made me smile. “Harry.” I whispered. “No.” He grumbled. “Wake up!” “I’m sleeping.” “Oh. I guess I’ll just go home then.” I began to remove myself from beneath the sheets, not even slightly surprised when I felt Harry reach out, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down, making sure I couldn’t go anywhere. I giggled as he pulled me against him, his throat letting out a grunt, eyes still shut. ”Okay, okay, I’m awake.” He grinned. I placed a soft kiss to his lips, hearing him breathe me in as I did. I could tell Harry enjoyed waking up that way, the little playful banter between us and the soft caring kiss. I imagined it was something he didn’t feel a lot, maybe something he had never felt before. Either way, I felt slightly honoured that I was me that was now making him feel that way, flattered by it. Harry slowly opened his eyes, his smile seeming to grow a little more as my face hovered above his, smiling back at him. “How did you sleep?” He asked, brushing hair from my face. “Really well, thank you.” I smiled. He pushed his head up and kissed me again, making sure his fingers were locked in the hair at the back of my head. The kiss was strong and needy, it seemed like Harry couldn’t keep his hands off me for a second. He turned on his side and I followed, laying on my side on the bed, one leg draping lazily over his hip as we continued the kiss, bodies pushed together. It still seemed so odd how quickly things had changed. We had gone from strangers, to fuck-buddies, to friends, to nothing, and now to this; sweet morning kisses which were almost interrupted by our sizable grins. I had always loved that beginning stage, that opening part of a relationship that just seems so exciting, where every touch is electrifying and you find yourself adoring things about the person that usually wouldn’t faze you in the slightest. I was sharing that feeling with Harry, and I liked it. “This is nice.” Harry mumbled against my lips. “Mm?” “Not feeling like I have to shy away from kissing you like this. It’s nice.” He slowly let the kiss play out, it coming to a gentle end eventually as I tried to place our scenario, make sense of what was happening between us. I knew then it wasn’t something I could figure out on my own, it was something we were going to have to discuss. I wrapped my hand in the curls at the back of his head, slightly nervous about where the next conversation was going to lead us. “Harry?” “Yeah?” “What is this?” “What?” “Us?” I said bluntly. I saw his eyes widen a little, slightly taken aback by my question, but I needed to know. I wasn’t expecting a label, or anything like that, I just needed to know what he wanted, and how he thought things would play out. He moved his head back, a look on his face that seemed to say he would rather me tell him. He was hoping to ask me that question so that I had to make up my mind about it. But it was Harry who would be leaving, Harry who had the gigantic career and following to think about, not me. “I’m not sure.” He whispered. “In an ideal situation?” I asked. “In an ideal situation?” “Yeah, so… without any complications. If… things were normal.” “Okay. In an ideal situation, I would politely ask you if I could take you out to dinner.” He mulled, licking over his lips and playing with my hair. “I would woo you and charm you, and then… if things went well, and we… connected, I would shyly ask you to be my girlfriend. You would say yes, obviously, and then we would just do things like normal couples do. I’d take you for picnics, and we’d go bowling and you would be terrible-” “Heyyy.!” I moaned. “-and we would just get to know each other, we would get to know everything. That would be in an ideal situation.” I sighed, glancing down and wishing for a moment that that was the case. It wasn’t even just the fact that he was leaving that made what could be a relationship different and difficult. Harry said in an ideal world, he would take me out to dinner, and that type of thing couldn’t happen. At least not with any ease. We would be spotted for sure, because Harry was an incredibly recognizable person, and if someone was to place who I was, and I was seen having a meal with him, people would talk. Suddenly the world cares about one tiny little dinner, suddenly there’s a pressure on your back, and there are people who don’t even know you hating your existence. “When do you leave?” I quietly asked. “April tenth.” My eyes widened. It was even sooner than I had thought. I pushed myself to him again, becoming lost in a kiss for just a moment before I pulled back outwards. “Where are you going?” I tried to sound like I wasn’t completely gutted. “We do a Europe trip for a month, then I’m back here for just over a month, some of it touring, some of it is my time. Then we go to America, then… um… I’m sure we get a little break, but I’m not sure how long. Then Australia.” “Oh.” I sighed. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. Though I knew he was going, and I knew the scale, I suppose hearing it in detail disheartened me even more so. Although I was free, I think myself and Harry were both more than aware if he was to invite me to tag along with him it would just be ridiculous, it would be like moving in together after weeks of knowing one another, in a house full of rowdy boys and people trying to control them, with screaming girls constantly outside the window. As much as being with him so often appealed to me, it would be stupid, and it would only come round to bite us on the arse eventually. “I do want to try though.” He pulled me from my thoughts. “Wh-what?” “I know what you’re really asking is if I would still like to make a go of things whilst I’m away. The answer is yes. I want to lap up every second I can before the tenth, see how things are, and if things are good, I’d… Then I would like to see what we can do. See what we can work out.” I closed my eyes and grinned, my cheeks burning to a colour never before seen. Harry had told me from the get go that this was exactly what he wanted to avoid, feelings, any kind of commitment really. Things really had changed, despite the fact we were adamant they wouldn’t. There was just something so pure going on between us, and neither of us wanted to dismiss it. The fact that I was the person to make Harry feel so differently about what he wanted, was scarcely understandable. He giggled at me, pinching at my bright red cheeks. I playfully slapped his hand away from me, feeling slightly embarrassed that I could never seem to hide my emotions thanks to my cheeks. “You’re so cute.” He smiled. Harry wrapped him arms around my waist and pulled me even closer, placing a soft kiss to my jaw. I put my arms around his neck, wanting to keep him close to me, keep his lips leaving an admirable trail along my skin. “Does that sound good?” He mumbled against me. “Hm?” “Do you want to… make a go of things? See if we make sense? See if we can make things work whilst I’m away? It’s not just up to me.” He continued to kiss my skin. I moved his head, planting a kiss on his lips, sighing a little to his mouth as I did. Harry knew full well I wanted to give it a try, but once again he just wanted to hear me say it. He probably enjoyed hearing me fumble over my words and attempt to keep my cheeks a regular colour as I did. The kiss came to a halt eventually. “I would like to try, yes.” I smiled. “Fuck yes. We’re going to have so much fun, I can tell.” Harry beamed. I giggled as he pushed me on my back, coming in between my legs, a huge smile painted to his lips. I was totally infatuated, everything he did made my stomach ache in the best way possible. He was just so different to anyone I had ever met, the way he spoke and the way he moved had me completely fixated on him. “You can come visit me in fun places!” “You really think things are going to go well before you leave, don’t you?” I sniggered, and he nodded. “Okay. Where?” “Fun places.” He simply said, twiddling his eyebrows. “Where’s fun?” I giggled. “Loads of places.” “Thank you for being so vague, that’s really helping.” He laughed, leaning down to me once again to press another tender kiss to my lips. It felt surreal. Every feeling I had that made me want to avoid getting into a relationship, every bad memory seemed to be insignificant at the thought of fully getting to know the boy, and maybe making things work with him. I no longer cared, I no longer feared. I couldn’t avoid feelings forever, and I knew what myself and Harry had may have been sweet, new and exciting, but what I felt was real, regardless of how long I had known him. I cast my mind back to the day with his mother, wondering whether any of this would have come about if I had just gone home, if I hadn’t shared myself with him and if he hadn’t opened himself up to me. My regret for not leaving that day now seemed like a totally foreign thing, I couldn’t believe I had ever felt that. “Harry?” I mumbled to his lips. “Yeah?” “What if before the tenth, you get to know me and think I’m a total bitch?” I smirked. “Ooh, good question.” He winked. “I think I’ll just run away and avoid you forever, feeling slightly embarrassed.” “Embarrassed?” I questioned. “Embarrassed that I let a bitch make my skin burn whenever she touched me.” I loved the way he spoke. The way he didn’t shy away from letting me know the truth to his feelings. I think the fact that Harry missed out on these things so often fuelled that, like he had his own need to just embrace his feelings and not put anything to shame, not hiding anything from me. As my thoughts wandered over this theory about him, we were locked in an intense kiss, the fact we were naked with one another didn’t seem to be an issue in the slightest until that point, and then suddenly it was all I could think about. Harry’s chest was pressed to my own, his hot mouth working so eagerly with mine, pushing himself against me as though he was already inside, rubbing his hardening manhood against my core, forcing short gasps of air to escape my lips as he moved. It took no time for him to work me up, even the slightest movement from him, and I would feel myself calling to him. His touch set me alight, and I was glad I did the same to him. “I’ve never tasted you.” He huffed against my lips. I could feel my lower area pulsating, his words driving me wild as he continued the heated kiss, continued pushing up against me. I let out a little cry of pleasure, once again speechless. “Do you want me to?” He grunted, biting my lip. I closed my eyes, having to keep myself calm as I nodded my head. It wasn’t even a question, of course I wanted him to. It shocked me that he hadn’t already, but I suppose on most occasions we had just been so desperate for each other we tended to brush past any form of foreplay. But now things were different. I liked that Harry wanted to pleasure me in such a way, I couldn’t help but cross my fingers with the hope that he was the type of boy who enjoyed giving head, because I certainly enjoyed receiving it. Harry brushed his tongue against mine one last time, before beginning to move his mouths attention down my body. The first kiss was placed on my chin, the next few on my neck, his tongue paying the sensitive area extra attention. He lowered, gentle petite kisses being pattered against my chest. He moved to the side a little, travelling down and bringing his mouth above my right nipple. The sensitive spot tingled right away, just feeling his hot breath moving down to it. He leant in, placing a tender kiss to the nub, then he wrapped his lips around it, his mouth forming a tight O and embracing my breast so wonderfully, his tongue gently giving one flick from the inside of his mouth. My body jolted, which created a smug smile upon his lips, proceeding to nibble sweetly on me, his gentle teeth grazing over it slightly, still smiling down to my heated skin. “I love what I do to you.” He whispered. I understood his pride. That feeling, where you realise that you can make someone totally succumb under your touch, is such an impowering and beautiful thing. The sexual energy between us was such a massive turn on, and my body never let me hide the things Harry did to me. He moved on, placing a few kisses to my stomach, causing butterflies to explode and make me feel nauseous, in the best way possible. Though my legs were already parted, I moved them a little more, making sure he had all the room he would need as he moved himself so his head was between my legs, eyes looking adoringly to my womanhood. I watched him in wonder as he stared at it, licking his lips as though the sight ahead of him was a delicious treat, there just for him. He purposefully made his breathing heavy, hot puffs of air tingling me. I couldn’t keep calm, my anticipation for the moment growing the longer he took, and it was killing me, the knowledge that he was doing it on purpose. He took his hands, placing them between my thighs, and continued to gaze at me. “Harry, please!” I panted breathlessly. “Are you desperate, Honey?” He leered. “Yes!” “I’m just admiring you.” He teased. “Well don’t!” I cried. That earned me a gorgeous laugh from Harry, clearly smug that his efforts to ache me were working. He began shuffling his body so he was comfortable, ready to take me to my edge for what I imagined wouldn’t be the only time that day. He moved his head forward, and gave one slight lick, one little flick of his tongue, still teasing. I moaned out, my eyes closing and my chest heaving. Even though it had merely been a momentary brush, the relief I felt was amazing. For that brief moment, it was absolutely spectacular. I felt empty the second his took his tongue away, a part of me wanted to scream at him, but I knew in the end it would only make the final treatment even better. “Harry!” I groaned. “Yes?” He pretended he was unaware as what I was asking of him. “I’m begging you, please.” He turned his head, placing one tender kiss to my thigh, and then moving his mouth back to the area I had been so desperate for him to touch. My throat froze when his hot tongue finally met me, my whirring mind suddenly becoming a blank slate. He traced up and down me slowly, carefully swirling his tongue occasionally, his fingers digging a little harder into my thigh. He moaned delicately, his tongue brushing me beautifully. The feeling was intense, my stomach felt clenched as I enjoyed his hands gripping me, his tongue moving up and down, dipping in and out of me and exploring the entire area. I moved my hands down my body, enjoying my own touch for a second before I wrapped my fingers in his hair, moaning out his name, gripping his locks harder. He moved his mouth, making sure all his concentration was completely focused on my clit. I gasped out, the feeling of his teeth barely nuzzling against me was so penetrating, so pleasurable. I loved hearing his mumbles against me, the treasured sounds proving he was enjoying the encounter too. He flicked his tongue against me, his moves now quick and rushed as I felt my body going into overdrive. I thrust my hips up, barely able to keep still. I hated that I had gone so long without feeling Harry’s tongue against me that way, that we had been with each other and I was only just now experiencing his expertise. It felt like a damn waste. He moved his hands, slipping them under my legs beneath my bum and escaping the other side, tightly gripping onto my hips. I was so close, the feeling trickled through my body, not leaving an inch untouched. I groaned out his name again, holding his curls so tightly that I could have been hurting him, but I was unaware of my strength in that moment. Harry didn’t seem to care, in fact I think he quite liked my rough touch. I exhaled heavily, my entire body becoming tight as I let go, my juices flowing freely, swiftly to Harry’s lips. I took a few moments to steady myself, coming back around from my high as Harry rubbed his nose to the delicate skin on my thigh for a few seconds, before taking his head back and licking up the creamy substance that had left me, moaning as he did. The little smile on his lips as he pulled out from me proved the pride and joy he had gotten from pleasuring me as I lay panting, a hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat at ridiculous rates. He brought himself up to me, licking around his lips as he did. “Any good?” He asked me cheekily. My sharp breathing and lack of words were enough of an answer for him, for once. I tried to speak, but a bunch of fumbled noises came out instead. Harry laughed at my state, clearly rather proud of himself. He placed a kiss on my lips, but I couldn’t even find the strength to purse my lips back against his. “Do you need a minute?” He smirked. He rubbed himself against me, and I felt his hard shaft become wet against my area, some of my juices and my excitement still showing. I hated when he teased me, which of course actually meant that I didn’t hate it at all. The frustration that it built really translated as excitement. He lowered his mouth to my neck, nipping at my skin, tracing his tongue across me, causing me to whine. “Anna?” His voice vibrated my neck, “Do you need a minute?” “No.” I gasped. He forced himself inside me, shocking me with his sudden strong thrust, making me cry out into the room, totally amazed and enchanted with him again. He worked into me so beautifully, the thought of him eventually having to leave my insides made me already feel a bit cold, but he made sure I couldn’t feel that for too long, as he pumped into me, strong hips moving so quickly, his skin slapping against mine. I cursed and moaned, scraping my nails across his back. “Mark my skin.” He grunted. “Wh-what?” I trembled. “Scratch me!” He almost barked. I made sure to push a little harder, almost positive that I would leave red marks on his back, digging my nails into his beautiful skin. He whimpered affectionately, loving my harsh touches. Then suddenly, something all too familiar happened. A knock at the door. Harry groaned, a mix of sounding sexual and frustrated. The knock was loud, ringing through his house. Only seconds later, more knocks went off. “Why?” Harry complained. “Why? Why? Why? WHY?” I started laughing as Harry brought his head round to me, bottom lip sticking out and eyes looking as though he was about to burst into tears. “Can we actually ignore it this time?” “Yes,” He huffed. “Good idea.” He pushed into me, the concentration in his thrusts not quite being what it was, distracted by the thoughts of who might be outside, and so was I. Three more knocks, even louder. “THIS IS TOO COMMON!” Harry sounded both amused and annoyed. “I’m going to kill your front door!” I sighed. “You can’t kill a door.” He chuckled. “I could bloody try!” Three more knocks, and then we heard his letterbox clatter open, the sound of the metal meeting wood clattering obnoxiously. Someone shouted Harry’s name, in a ridiculous voice, obviously being put on slightly, which made me laugh even though I really wanted to ignore whoever was there. “Oh god.” Harry groaned, recognising the voice. “HARRY, COME TO THE DOOR!” The voice continued. I couldn’t stop laughing, the whole situation was making me laugh so much. The fact it wasn’t even the first time we had found ourselves in this situation was funny, and the voice that was calling through the tiny gap in the door really tickled me. “IS SHE HERE?” The voice shouted next. Harry’s face dropped, looking at me wide eyed, mouth slightly open, his breathing had practically stopped. At first, I found myself feeling paranoid, like the voices were asking if he was there with some girl he had been sleeping with, someone other than me. But then the colour of his cheeks said otherwise. “Have you told people about me?” I blushed. “Um...” Harry could barely speak. “ANNA!” The voice shouted. “You’ve told people about me!” I hit him playfully, not being able to keep the smile off my face. It was such a nice feeling, that Harry had been talking to friends about me, that he had something to say whilst I wasn’t there. I didn’t know what he had said, or when he had said it, but the fact he hadn’t kept me a secret from people meant that my lips wouldn’t un-curve. “I... I told you I don’t feel things... When I do... I kinda just wanted to talk about you! After the awards, I told those fucking idiots I was gunna try to talk to you. M’regretting it now.” He could barely speak, he seemed so nervous and bashful. I think it was one of the nicest moments we had shared to date. It was a little strange, him still inside me, someone shouting at us through his front door, Harry seeming to falter in confidence for the first time. But that was what made it so odd and idyllic. I couldn’t wait to spend more blushing moments with him. “HARRY, LET US IN NOW!” That voice was different from the first. That voice was Irish, and I think I already knew who would be at his front door. “Who is it?” I giggled. “Louis and Niall.” He rolled his eyes. “They wanna meet you.”
