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H28,

I'm so emotionally invested I don't think anyone quite understands I'm kinda crying and my heart literally hurts at the thought of all the shit Harry's gone through between Dark. and Knockout. han-rawr is an amazing writer and I'm dying to see this published one day and put on the top shelf with a big sign above it proclaiming "BEST SELLER".

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Make You Feel My Love (Smut)

*If you can't handle smut, it's not my fault. Don't read it!*

I knocked softly on the door and waited for it to be opened and for that familiar face to appear.

"Hey." Harry said as he pulled the door open, and then pulled me into one of his bone crushing hugs.

"H-hi." I breathed, the hug lasting a little too long for my lungs. "Haz, you're killing me."

"What? Oh, sorry." I was released and took a few puffs of air. "You alright?" I nodded and made my way into his living room.

"So," I asked, plonking down on the sofa. "Will we just get straight into watching the movie or do you wanna eat or something first."

"We'll just watch the film, if that's okay with you." I agreed and he flashed me his dimpled grin that he was oh-so famous for. That was the thing about Harry: He was freaking adorable, but most girls saw him as just a sex god in disguise. Which I guess is an easy enough mistake to make considering he's the only guy I've even seen make curls look good and the way his once-braced teeth made even my own heart thump or could drag a smile out of me even when I was just about to break down, but he deserved more than what he got. Which was normally a girl who used him for his apparently incredible skills in bed and popularity, and end up breaking his heart. I was always there to pick up the pieces, of course, and I didn't mind that, but I just hated the way he was always treated in relationships because all he wanted was someone he could love and no girl ever thought he was worth more than one night. Harry had often spent ages trying to work up the courage to even talk to whatever girl he liked, and then she pretended to like him back because of what she heard he was like. He could love, I knew he could, but he just never got the chance.

"The question is what to watch." Harry gazed at his DVD collection, trying to choose a movie that hadn't been pushed in and pulled out of the player a million times.

"Pick a number between one and ten." I told him.

"Five." He answered.

"And another."

"Two."

"Multiply them."

"Ten."

"Left or right? Top or bottom?"

"Left. Top."

"Alright so that's the tenth DVD from the left on the top shelf." He chuckled at my answer to the pressing problem of choosing something to watch and ran his finger along the line.

"Romeo and Juliet? Why is the even- Oh, I used it for studying in school when I was younger. Yeah, not watching that." The case was shoved back onto the shelf.

"Can we not watch some stupid little Disney film? I love those." I crawled over to where he was crouched on the ground, his scent overwhelming me. That's why I loved being around boys: They smelt way better than girls.

"That's so original." Harry muttered sarcastically. He was well into being different, his wardrobe being a perfect example of one reason why I call him Hipsta Hazza so often.

"But you know I love them. Well, not all of them. Come on, we can watch Cinderella and dream of finding our Prince Charming." I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed dramatically. An expression was thrown at me to imply I was out of my mind.

"I don't have Cinderella, but will the Lion King do, you little stereotype?" A case with a lion I knew quite well as Simba and his cast was waved in front of me. I clapped my hands in over excitement and crawled back over to the sofa as Harry set up the tv and player, rolling his eyes at my giddiness.

He stayed at the tv as the ads and menu appeared before pressing play and joining me.

"Here, you lie down." I obeyed him and rested my head on the arm while he hopped over my body and lay behind me. His elbow supported him so he could see the screen clearly.

The movie was very much uneventful until about halfway through. I felt an arm wrap around me, pulling me back by my waist. Now, I'm extremely close with Harry, as in we share almost everything together, but he'd never done that before. Of course I let it go and just lay into him, letting his chest touch off my back gently with every breath. The rest of the film was fine, no more movement until I tried to get up to switch the tv off. That's when I felt Harry's arm stiffen around my waist, locking me in.

"Haz?" I asked, still facing away from him.

"Hm?" He answered.

"Can you let me go? I need to turn everything off. We're wasting power and your money." I felt warm breaths beginning to tickle my neck before Harry leaned over me to get the remote from the coffee table and shut everything off.

"There." He said, settling back into place, his head resting behind mine on the arm of the sofa. I had no idea what I should do, so I just continued to lay there, the only thing breaking the silence was our soft breathing for a few moments. That was until I felt Harry edging closer to me, his lips brushing off the skin on my neck. Chills ran up my spine at his touch before his lips pressed down harder.

"Harry?" It came out in a whisper, his gestures ridding me of air.

"Hm?" He murmured into my skin. His hot breath hit against my neck, sending more chills. It took a minute for me to catch my breath and respond.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked shakily. I felt his arm pull me in even tighter than before to his warm body, which could have a serious affect on any girl, no matter how much she knew him. I lay still against him, waiting for him to explain.

"Can I tell you something?" Harry whispered, his teeth hitting my skin. He continued without a response. "I like someone. Another girl. But she's different. I've liked her longer than anyone else. She's smart, kind, gentle, funny," I felt his arm that wasn't holding me in place creep up and play with a strand of my hair that had finally grown out the way I liked it. "and she's beautiful too. I don't think she knows it though. That she's beautiful. And she defiantly doesn't know I like her. Well, at this point I could almost say love. What should I do?"

I gulped and told him the same thing I always told him when he liked someone. "Tell her."

I could almost feel Harry smirking. "I was thinking that, but this time it different. She's different. And I can't just tell her; I have to show her. Make her feel it."

I turned my head to stare at him, the dimples etched in his features.

"Harry, what are you-" But I was cut off by his lips pressing down onto mine. My lungs struggled to breath for a second while I adjusted to having Harry kissing me. I turned fully around to make it easier, his arm finally releasing me while his hands began to roam my body. As our lips locked and unlocked, I felt my heart speed at reality hit: me and Harry were kissing. Harry, who I told literally everything. Harry, who I would go to for comfort whenever I felt even the slightest bit down. Harry, who would give me a kidney in the morning if I asked for it. Harry, who liked me. Harry, who must have felt friend-zoned. Harry, who I was in love with without realising. Harry.

"My God, I've been waiting to do that for so long." He whispered his forehead against mine, our shaky breaths fanning each other's faces. There was no time for me to reply before I was pulled into another passionate kiss. Our bodies pressed as the hidden feelings we'd had for each other came tumbling out. We both sat up to get at each other more, our hands touching one another like we did before, but this time was different. When I placed my hand on Harry's chest, feeling his heart beating was a whole new experience because I knew it was beating for me. When his hands found my hips, it wasn't like before when he could easily lift me by my hips and it just be another friendly gesture. No, this was entirely different. It was entirely new. And I loved every single second of it.

"Oh my God." Harry breathed against my skin. We struggled, puffs blowing at each other's hair as we held each other. I found my hand wandering his neck and face slowly, as if trying to see if he was real. If all of this was real. I still couldn't get it through my system that it was Harry that I was holding, kissing, sharing this with.

"I mean... How long?" I asked him. His eyes darted over my features.

"I don't know. It took me ages to realise. You?" Our breathing steadied slowly.

"A while." I admitted. "I didn't realise until just now." He smiled, dimples showing. I was never so out of breath after just a kiss. It usually took a lot more for me to need a break. His green eyes sparkled as his thumb stroking my bottom lip.

"Remember what I said. All the compliments. That you're beautiful. That I love you." Harry locked his lips in with mine for a moment before whispering against my mouth. "That I have to make you feel my love." His eyes shone as I realised what exactly he was getting at.

"But Harry it's... It's you!" How could I do that with Harry, out of all people, for God's sake?! I'd never be able to see him shirtless again after this!

"What? Shouldn't that make it even more perfect? Come on." I was lifted by my hips into the air as Harry straightened out his legs and I fell onto his lap, a leg either side of him. "I know you want to. I just know. Just..." He scanned over me and his lips came so close to my neck that his hot breath hit straight onto my exposed skin. "Just tell me when to stop." He whispered as he began to shower my neck with kisses. It was impossible for me not to slide my hands into his curls when we were this close. When beautiful things kept being whispered against my skin. When his touch roamed my body, holding me as close as possible.

My nails dragged down Harry's back in shock as I felt his tongue caress my neck. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked without moving his mouth. I breathed fast, but didn't reply. He clearly took this as a no when he continued to lick and the proceeded to bite gently. My gasps didn't faze him, but more spurred him on, his movements becoming faster and his mouth left my skin more wet and his hands kept making their way around my body. I felt I was doing nothing in return, so I did the first thing that came to mind: Pulled Harry's shirt from his body. A small smirk appeared in his face as he saw my eyes examine his bare torso and sub-consciously bit my lip.

"I knew you wanted me." He muttered, sitting back and staring up at me. Normally I would have been extremely embarrassed to be dong something like biting my lip at a guy, but with Harry it felt right. It felt natural. And I was just letting my body go with it.

"Shut up and kiss me." I said, discarding the shirt and pulling him in to me. He was smiling against my mouth and I knew he knew this wasn't like me. He knew I was timid even with relationships, so he must have been proud of himself to get me like this.

I was gradually pushed down so I was lying again, but Harry hovered over me, his necklace dangling down onto my chest as we locked gazes. His steady hands found my trembling ones as he kissed my neck passionately.

"I can't believe how long I've waited." His breath bet off my skin as he spoke between kisses. "How much I've thought about you. How badly I want you. I need you." I became nervous at his words because I've heard so much about Harry like this. But friends never saw each other like this. Even best friends never felt this. Felt this needing and wanting so badly. The thought of being with Harry in the way suddenly became all I wanted, as if all my life goals could be cast aside in the moment. I just wanted to have him make me feel his love, the same way he wanted me to feel it.

Harry's massive hands played with my body, testing my reactions to his touch and teasing me. My breath hitched as he tugged on my jeans, slowly edging them down. I opened my eyes to see a devilish grin plastered to his face.

"Harry." I gasped. But he continued to pull my jeans down so they were mid-thigh. I gulped and tore my eyes away from him, staring up at the ceiling.

"It's okay." His whispered in my ear, his hand skimming over my underwear. "It's okay. It'll feel good. I promise."

I felt Harry's fingers graze my skin as he dipped his hands in. I gasped his name again, his touch sending shocks through my entire body. My back arched as he teased my entrance, a whimper released from my mouth.

"Sh." Harry whispered. "You're okay. I know- I know what I'm doing."

He touched me more, earning a small moan from me. My hand instinctively grabbed his nape, pulling him closer to me. His lips covered my neck with hot kisses as he continued to touch me.

"You're ready." I heard his whisper as his lips were removed from my neck. Harry sucked on his fingers before returning them to my underwear. He eased his finger into me, gently pulling and pushing them. I moaned again to confirm my pleasure. His finger arched inside me, my breathing becoming difficult as he introduced a steady rhythm of movement.

"Feel good?" Harry asked. I nodded, unable to produce words at this sensation. This had only been done to me once before, but the guy hadn't got nearly as much technique and there was a lot less heat in the moment. It felt so good this time that it was almost like a new experience.

I felt another finger fill me and my body jerked slightly in response.

"Good girl." Harry muttered into my skin, keeping the same pace. A whimper fell from my mouth at his movement. My nails dug into his shoulder blades as he twisted and turned inside me. When I dared open my eyes, I could see a pleasured expression grace Harry's face, as if it was me touching him.

"I can't." I heard him when I closed my eyes again. "I need you now." His fingers were removed and my jeans were pulled up to their original place. Harry stood up from me, and I was dragged into his room, a giggle escaping from my mouth as his urgent movements.

"You laugh now." Harry muttered under his breath. It was so weird to see him like this, but I liked it. I liked that it was for me. When you thought about it, we really were perfect for each other. It was like two puzzle pieces you thought fitted somewhere else but then you finally realised they were made to be together.

I was pushed into the room, backwards, and Harry's lips connected with mine. My heart began racing at his touch, gently stripping me and instructing me to do the same to him until the pool of clothes around us grew and we fell back onto the bed. I grabbed Harry's neck to pull him closer, his two lips gently sucking on my bottom one. I'd noticed his techniques through the night were very impressive, confirming the rumours I'd heard about him being a passionate lover. Although we hadn't actually made love yet, I still could tell.

"Hold on." Harry mumbled, his words coming in more of a rush than usual as he leaned over me to rummage through a drawer for something. I let my eyes wander down his body and gasped quietly. I hadn't noticed before, but Harry was simply beautiful; His toned and never-ending torso was irresistible to me, and I couldn't stop myself from gliding a finger down it. I stopped at his navel, my eyes then darting down lower. I bit my lip as I noticed his size, now focusing on his neck which was close to my face.

"Here." I heard the crinkle of foil and a rip as Harry leaned back, a knee either side of my waist, to roll it down his length. He smirked, fully aware that I was watching him, and then turned his attention back to me.

"Ready?" He asked. I smiled at him.

"Do you always ask that?" I questioned.

"Normally. Girls usually need a minute to get ready for me." He joked. A small giggle echoed around the room.

"Bit cocky, are we?" I raised an eyebrow and then realised the pun I had accidentally made. Only with Harry could I do that. We both spluttered until I was shut up with a kiss. I could feel Harry's tip pressing into me, a slow movement of his hips edging him into me, as if afraid of hurting me. I grew impatient and pulled his hips down a little to encourage him. A burst of pleasure exploded in me as I was filled with Harry, a low moan escaping from my mouth, vibrating into his. I could feel his smile against me but that didn't stop the kiss. He pulled back and thrust into me, faster this time. The actions were repeated until a steady pace was kept. Our hands tailed over our uncovered skin, stopping to apply pressure in places. Harry's lips traveled down my neck, stopping to gently suck. As his hips moved faster and more forceful, the heat between us building, he sucked more and harder. I was definitely going to be left with a bruise.

Our breathing became heavy as more pleasure was being added every second, moans being released and filling the room. My fingers dug into Harry's back as he lifted my legs up slightly, providing him with a different angle. Beads of sweat were visible on his forehead when he drew back from me, his thrusts then becoming deeper. He was clearly giving everything he had.

"Say my name." He whispered. I obeyed, my voice so quiet it was barley audible.

"Louder." Harry sounded like he was begging, a throaty groan released after he gave his order. I raised my voice, trying to please him. I repeated myself again and again, louder and louder until I was almost screaming.

Harry's body dropped down, close to my ear. "I'm- I'm close." He groaned before releasing into me. I gasped as we both grew weak. He collapsed onto me, our breathing heavy.

"I love you." His voice sounded. I couldn't suppress a smile.

"I love you too, Haz." The room was silence expect for our harsh breaths, Harry still lying weak on top of me. He struggled to find the energy to turn his head and kiss my neck lightly before I rolled him over. I snuggled into him, his stronger, warmer body acting like a shield for my smaller one as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I could hear him whispering under his breath "I love you, I love you, I love you." More to himself than to me, but it was still a peaceful sound for both of us to drift off to sleep to. Obviously dreaming of each other; How else do you end a love story?

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