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Sofia: “- ...but what happened when Nancy came back?” Clara: “- Nothing, well, that’s not true... something dreadful happen. Wait!? Is that the time? I’m sorry, Sofe, I have to give Dante food and make dinner, can you take a walk with Harry?” Sofia: “- but mooom, I wanna know what happened!” Clara: “- Tomorrow, honey,

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Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this one! 

Plot: Harry wants to have sex and Y/N... doesn’t.

Warnings: It’s not smutty, but does imply sexy activities.

Pic isn’t mine. 

Everything about me was Harry. My feet felt cold on the tile floor and my hands moved over the material of my towel, drying my forearms before setting it aside. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the girl staring back wasn't at all the sight I had expected. I'd thought her to have eyes wide with worry and raw bitten lips as her nerves were eating up her insides. The reality was quite the opposite, actually. My cheeks were glowing and my eyes, though wide, held nothing but warmth and... wonder. I looked relaxed and happy, oddly at peace. All this was caused by Harry's effect on me, no doubt. He was so wonderful.

The brush I was moving through my hair belonged to Harry, just like the toothpaste I'd used and the cloths covering my damp skin were his. After the shower I'd just taken, I even smelled like him. This wasn't what alarmed me. Being Harry's and wearing his things almost like evidence was something I found quite nice. It made me feel good and wanted. Our lives were woven together. We were a team. What freaked me out and had me close to losing my mind, was what I expected Harry thought would happen tonight. I swallowed the lump in my throat and set the brush down with shaking fingers and my heart fluttering widely in my chest. My gaze fell to my trembling fingers and lingered there, before darting back up and to the mirror. The girl looking back at me was pretty. She had lips Harry found soft to kiss, cheeks he'd said were perfect for his hands to caress and hair he loved to have his face buried in when we were napping together. Of course I knew that my self-worth shouldn't be depending on his approval, and it didn't, but knowing that Harry found me beautiful gave me incredible confidence and made me feel wanted. How couldn't it?

I released a long breath and shook my head. Maybe I was over reacting. I didn't even know for sure that my suspicion was right.

"Enjoying the view?"

I flinched at Harry's rough voice, but smiled when I noticed his figure through the reflection, standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his back leant against it, looking at me with a gentle smile on his face. He was ridiculously handsome. His shoulders were relaxed, his hair brushed back from his forehead and the tattoos decorating his chest were covered by a white shirt which let little to the imagination and allowed the dark drawings to shine through the material. His brows raised when he noticed me checking him out and he chuckled.

"Hi," I spoke quietly and smiled at him, my eyes locking with his.

Harry replied with the widening of his own smile and a blush rising to his soft cheeks. My heart fluttered at the sight of his adorable dimples and I longed to touch his cheek with my palm in a caressing gesture. His arms unfolded from in front of his chest and he stepped closer, coming up behind my body so he could wrap his arms around my waist. I hummed when his chin rested on my shoulder and turned to press a kiss to his warm cheek, allowing my lips to linger for a moment, before making room for him to nestle his face into my neck. "You smell nice," Harry whispered into my skin.

I moved to lay my own hands onto his which had come to rest on my stomach and gasped when he pulled me closer into him while pressing himself against me at the same time. The warmth of his chest met my back and I felt myself whimper at the closeness as butterflies danced around at the bottom of my stomach and my cheeks burned even brighter. His soft hair, of which some of the strands had began to curl again, was tickling against my cheek and Harry growled lowly when he heard my laugh.

"S'your shampoo," I murmured.

His chest rumbled and I interlocked our fingers together. My eyes looked back into the mirror, looking at our reflection and I couldn't quite believe how lucky I was. I stood completely wrapped into the man I loved.  

"Hm," Harry hummed, squeezing my frame tighter, "Thought so. Better not be some other bloke's."

"Never," I said, speaking quickly and with no hesitation, as I meant it with my whole heart.

I didn't want anybody else. I couldn't have. It was only Harry.

My words coaxed a low moan from the back of Harry's throat and his piercing green eyes met mine in the mirror when he lifted his head. His temple gently nudged mine and I leaned into him, allowing my body to fully relax against his. We hadn't been each other's for long, yet I knew Harry felt the intense connection between us, too. To be honest, sometimes I was sure anyone around us could feel the bond Harry and I shared, it was like a magnetic field pulling us together. He leaned his cheek against mine and smiled at me, making me feel dizzy at how intimate this felt. I didn't even mind the small sting of his stubble against my skin.

"You're beautiful."

Harry's words sent a shiver down my back and I clenched my hands around his, before moving my thumb over his warm skin. I knew he meant the compliment and though Harry was the kind of person who found beauty in practically anything, I felt incredible knowing he found me attractive, too.

"Thanks," I replied in a whisper, my voice shaking with nerves.

Harry's soft lips pressed to the skin on my neck and my lips opened in a breathy gasp when he began to nip and suckle. A small moan fell from my mouth at the sensation and I would have blushed at the noise if it hadn't been Harry who'd caused it. No one made me feel as comfortable and relaxed as Harry did, but at the same time his own confidence, especially when it came to sex, intimidated me. A lot.

"Harry," I spoke quietly and my eyes fell shut when his hot mouth continued to press wet kisses to my skin, making sure to leave a small trail of reddened spots.

The hold he had on my waist tightened briefly before he nestled his head deeper into my neck and against my skin. I knew where this was leading, my suspicion confirmed when he pulled me even closer against his body and began to walk back slowly, taking me with him in the process. My body was no longer relaxed and when my eyes found my reflection once more before being pulled out of the bathroom, I no longer looked at peace. Harry's arms held me with great strength and I felt my heart drop even lower. My palms felt sweaty and my mouth was so dry even swallowing felt peculiar. Oh god.

It wasn't too long ago when Harry and I had had sex together for the first time. The experience was something I couldn't quite put my finger on and I replayed the events in my head over and over. Whenever I thought about, I found myself surprised at how it had actually been me who'd dared doing that. I'd touched Harry, kissed him and even coaxed small sounds from him. Looking back, it almost felt like watching it all happen in a movie, not in real life. Pleasurable and all-consuming were words I found appropriate to describe the moments spent in his bed, the memory of him kissing me, holding me and connection our bodies made my insides weak and my head cloudy. The intimacy had been something I'd craved to feel and with Harry... it was perfect. So why did I feel like crying, now that Harry was initiating for the events to repeat themselves?

We were standing in front of his bed, both of his tattooed arms still wrapped around my form tightly and his mouth now attached to mine, invading it with his tongue. The kiss felt heavy and needy, an almost desperate way to connect us and feel each other. Harry moaned lowly and I shivered when his hands pulled at the hem of my (technically his) shirt. His eyes found mine with warmth and lust in them and he smiled widely before pulling the fabric over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he cursed at the sight of me and my cheeks flushed when I remembered my lack of bra.

Harry reached forward and gently moved his hands over my chest, cupping and squeezing them every now and again. I whimpered and was relieved when his mouth met mine again, kissing and nipping on my lips to coax another whine from me. Kissing I was comfortable with. His hands moved down from my breasts to my hips and took hold of them, before gently pushing so my body was laid down and onto his bed and the soft sheets. My legs felt like jelly when they pressed together and I had trouble moving back on the mattress, as my limps were much too weak to support my own weight. The only light illuminating the room was the one coming in from through the open door, making Harry's face glow a little and so much more beautiful. His green eyes found mine and he crawled up to me, nudging my temple with his nose in a playful gesture. But it didn't set me at ease. His shirt was pulled over his head and landed on the floor and I let myself fall back onto the bed, my head resting on his soft pillows.

Maybe it would be quick, I thought, quicker than last time and over before I knew it. Harry was already half naked and hard, I'd felt it against my leg when we'd kissed, so that meant he was in the mood. Hell, I was almost completely naked myself, so it was impossible to say no now, wasn't it? I'd led him on too far. Perhaps if I took a deep breath I would be able to enjoy it even. It had been good the last time, so there really was no reason for me to be so frightened now. Harry hadn't hurt me when we'd had sex. He had been patient and sweet the entire time, as well as attentive for every movement I made so he knew right away when to repeat a certain movement and when to do something else. C'mon Y/N, I urged myself, he's amazing in bed. The intimacy wasn't all that scary last time so don't chicken out now!

Harry's mouth settled onto my neck once more and he groaned into the skin when his crotch met my clothed heat, the friction pleasuring to him. I felt his eyes squeeze shut and he pressed himself closer against me, moaning lowly. His hands settled onto my thighs and I whimpered when he moved them further apart so he could rest comfortably in between them. My body went rigid and my eyes closed.

"Y/N?"

I looked up at Harry who was still hovering over me, though now he was holding himself up a little higher so he could look at me. His clear eyes were full of confusion and surprise and I gasped when he leaned down to connect out lips in a tender kiss. I whimpered and moved my lips with his, allowing his tongue to slip in and I felt myself slowly relax. Only now did I realize how my arms had been stiff and pressed to my sides the entire time, so I raised them quickly to wrap around his shoulders in an attempt to hide my discomfort. But there was no fooling him.

"What is it, baby?" Harry whispered the words against my cheek, kissing the skin softly, before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him and in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered and suddenly felt like crying.

There was a lump in my throat and my eyes stung. He was going to be mad, I thought, how couldn't he be. I was being so ridiculous. Harry pulled away from me again, settling my body into the covers. He moved up so he could still lean over me and get a closer look at my face, as he tried to read what was going on. I moved my head and looked away with big, ugly tears already spilling onto my cheek, the embarrassment growing by the second I had his eyes on me.

"Sweetheart," Harry urged me gently, nudging my cheek with his nose, letting it linger and gently rub agains my skin.

I whined and shook my head. I could feel how uncomfortable I was making Harry, confusing and frightening him with my reaction to be touched by him. It made me cry even more and my arms dropped from around me back onto the mattress.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I cried quietly, "I can't- I just can't."

A frown formed on Harry's lovely face and he quickly shook his head when more sobs escaped my lips. His thumbs began to gently move across my cheeks as he rested his body on top of mine, still holding most of his weight on his elbows so I wasn't being hurt. It felt like he was trying to shield me from harm and having the familiar warmth of his body pressed to me actually helped me breathe.

"Baby, it's okay," Harry whispered into my skin, kissing my jaw softly, "Shh, shh, calm breaths. It's all good, yeah?"

I hesitantly looked back at him and my expression grimaced at the kindness in his gaze. Harry leaned in once more to kiss my cheek, then he moved off of me and to the side of the bed where he reached for the shirt he'd thrown away a moment ago. The material was still warm when he handed it to me and my cheeks were burning when he motioned for me to sit up. Hesitantly I moved up and Harry knelt onto the bed and over my thighs, so he could aid me pulling the shirt on, covering my naked torso. The moment my chest was no longer exposed, I felt better. Harry's eyes were set onto my face and he waited patiently for me to tell him what was wrong. I felt ashamed.

"I-" My breath hitched and I hiccuped.

"You don't want to," he interrupted, voice tender and calm.

The way Harry said it, it sounded as if he wasn't even angry with me. His eyes were gentle and I whimpered when his hand reached out to caress my cheek.

"No," I whispered and shook my head, "I don't."

Harry's mouth opened and he stayed silent for a moment, his gaze set on my face. Then he shrugged. "Alright."

"I'm so sorry," I spoke quickly, reaching out to take hold of his hands in fear he would abandon me in his bed any moment.

Harry however, quickly shook his head to that and smiled softly, squeezing my fingers with his. "Don't be, my love."

"I should have said something earlier, before leading you on or-"

"Y/N," Harry interrupted me, voice firm, "Stop."

He smiled warmly and my heart fluttered when he brought my hands up to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of them. The warmth of his lips and the small noise they made when leaving my skin had a small smile tugging at my lips. Harry's kind gaze met mine once more. "We have plenty of time, don't we? So many more nights to come."

"Yes, but-"

Harry silenced me with a quick kiss to my lips. "Trust me, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," I repeated once more, guilt eating away my insides. I didn't want him to think I hadn't enjoyed out first time together. But given my reaction just now, I supposed it was difficult for him to think anything else. "Last time... was wonderful," I murmured, "And I don't regret it one bit, I promise. But I just... don't know when I want to do it again."

Harry nodded and hummed, his gaze set on our interlocked hands. His thumbs moved over the back of my hand before he slowly turned it so we were holding on to each other's fingers. A smile, real and wide this time, formed on my face when I engaged in his thumb war and Harry chuckled when he got close to pinning my thumb down before I pulled away again quickly. Eventually, he let me win, and I cheered quietly when I managed to hold his own thumb down long enough for us to count to three.

"You win," Harry stated quietly, a smile gracing his handsome features.

"You let me," I argued, still holding his hands tightly.

He shrugged and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Still counts."

We must have looked so silly. Me, teary eyes and wet cheeks, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Him, still naked aside form the boxers which were doing a very poor job at hiding his erection. I sniffled noisily and giggle at Harry's muttered compliment, stating that I was cute when my nose was all snotty.

"I'm glad you're telling me," he continued, "You should be able to tell me things like this, no matter how far we already are, okay?"

"So you're not mad?" I asked in a whisper, looking at him only hesitantly.

"Of course not," Harry protested, a frown on his beautiful face, "Never. I would never be angry with you for telling me no, Y/N. I have no right to demand anything from you and you don't have to give me a reason for not wanting sex either."

My heart fluttered at his words and I blushed even more. Harry's eyes briefly widened in surprise when my hand reached out and grasped his neck, pulling him in so I could connect our lips in a needy kiss. He moaned and I gasped at the feeling, my shoulders relaxing under his hands as relief cursed through my veins.

In this moment, I couldn't have been happier. I truly was Harry's, but he was mine, just as much. This made us a team and I felt safe knowing we were both looking out for each other, even when it meant him protecting me form forcing myself into something I truly did not want to do.

Hope you liked this! Feedback is welcome, Requests are closed. Also, this is a stand alone one shot, so no part2 coming for this one. 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

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