A/N: hey!! I’m gonna write more of this tomorrow and the marriage tomorrow as well!! enjoy!! (again feedback is great :/) 📍 Location: Amelia Ellis dropped a pin in Chinatown, California (GMT -08:00)
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It was Thursday evening and I was still trying to find something to wear, I had about fifteen minutes before I had to leave the house or else I would be late. It was December now and I couldn’t pick between a jean jacket or a leather one – I went leather. I wear wearing a t-shirt dress and picked out some booties to wear with the outfit. I was going to be late, especially because of traffic. I threw my hair in a ponytail as I was looking for my keys. Which were in my purse, which I couldn’t find. I was trying to pick up as I go and finally found it – and my place looked somewhat decent as well from cleaning up. I left my apartment and quickly tried to make my way to Chinatown. I know Harry said pic somewhere lowkey, so I did. There’s this hole in the wall dim sum place I love and I wanted to take someone where – but none of my friends like dim sum.
Harry: I’m almost there, how about you? Aimee: I just finished parking, I thought I was running a bit late. Harry: I had to get the paps off me before I could be private.
I went in and looked for a table for us somewhere in the back. I already knew what I wanted to order for the both of us, since dim sum was meant to be shared. I saw him walk in and I tried to wave him down without making myself too noticeable to others in the restaurant. He was wearing a white shirt and some pink flared trousers and a long brown jacket. He was more fashionable than I was, sometimes he would send me pictures of his boots, I would send him photos of my mine (which usually were from old navy or target). Or if we were both wearing vans we’d send a photo of our footwear. HE was so utterly handsome, like classic handsome. Nice jawline, beautiful cheek bones, nice pink lips. He was scruffy but not as much as Jamaica.
“Hey,” We said in unison as he sat down in the booth, I could feel butterflies in my stomach, I suddenly felt shy. I shouldn’t feel shy, right? We’d been talking for almost a month, about everything. The last week was the most he’s open about what he did – but I probably knew more about him than most of his fans. Maybe it was because seeing him again felt unreal, he was right there in front of me, live in the flesh, his knuckles were still blushing, his dimples were very present from smiling, and I couldn’t help but to feel warm from just that.
“I already ordered for us,” I spoke up as he was taking his jacket off, I’d had yet to do that, I still felt a bit chilly from being closer the a/c. “I hope that’s okay. I just wanted to get what’s good here.”
“It’s totally okay, makes it a lot easier.” He folded his hands on the table. It’s weird how now we’re both at a loss of words, I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what to say. “Is it okay if I tell you that you’re beautiful – or should I wait a bit?”
“No, it’s okay,” I laughed and became very aware of myself, I was pushing the star hairs behind my ears, my ears were probably burning red on top as well.
“Well, you’re quite beautiful, more beautiful than I was imagining.” I could feel myself blushing and I took a drink of water, so I could cool myself off.
“Thanks, Harry.” He was smirking, I kept trying to focus on memorizing his face, I had attempted to draw it a few days ago but scrapped it because I knew I didn’t get his features right. Our food was brought over, and I felt relieved that something would distract the both of us. “I really hope you like it, this is first place I came after I got super comfortable with food.” Harry nodded, I wanted to punch myself for being so open about that, but I wasn’t ashamed about what I went through, it’s just not the best thing to bring up during dinner.
“Well that’s good that you’re comfortable with food, again” I felt so awkward about saying that, it was true though. I would come here a lot as a kid because my moms liked to eat here.
“I wish I didn’t say anything,” I admitted as Harry dished me up a few pot stickers. He was shaking his head as if nothing was wrong.
“S’fine, I got the gist of what you’re trying to tell me. When did it end, if you don’t mind me prying?” He was looking at me before I started to get my chopsticks ready to eat.
“I was in high school, I didn’t feel comfortable with myself, like in all aspects. My sexuality, my body, how I talked, even my parents. I just hated it. I have no idea why. So, I tried to fix things I could so, I would eat a lot less, then just sorta stopped at one point.” I shrugged, and I felt Harry’s eyes on me. “Please don’t feel bad, I grew a lot from that! I have a good support group around me, and I love food, I do.”
“I can tell you’ve grown, but still pings me a bit to know you were sufferin’” His features were soft, and I felt super warm about his comment, my family has told me a lot of the same things, I had no idea why it was different from Harry. “I’m glad you can open up to me like that, like, a lot of the people I’m around now, I just know the surface, and with you, I feel like I know a lot, I just wanna keep knowing more.” I could feel my face blushing, it probably didn’t help that the dumplings were making my cheeks full. We finished eating, chatting about how high school was for each other, and what he would be doing if music wasn’t there. He insisted that he paid and didn’t even let me see the bill.
“Do you wanna go back to my place?” I whispered to him as we walked through the busy streets of Chinatown, I didn’t want him to hear me, I just wanted to say it so say I said it.
“Yeah, I had a driver drop me off, so I’d love to go back to your place.” So, we did, Harry said he liked how I listened to Jazz music while I was driving, and we talked probably way too long about Miles Davis. Then I remembered my apartment, it was decent, like it was decent for me but not for company. I was at the door shaking about how he’d feel about a bit of clutter.
“Sorry about the mess, it’s been a busy week.” I was picking up papers, moving around pens and pencils. Harry was toeing off his vans and hanging his coat on my coat rack. I quickly did the same, before going back and cleaning up my mess.
“Just looks like someone lives here,” He laughed as he tried to help me. Then there was the fucking drawing of him I did. I was just trying to remember what he looked like, I could feel myself get hot. “This me?” He touched at it, I had a thing for doing realism, so I tried to make it look as real as possible – but I couldn’t remember certain features.
“Ah, um,” I couldn’t find the words, I was trying to reach for it, but he was swatting at my hands. “It’s just, I was trying to remember what you looked like, and drawing helps.”
“S’good!” He laughed before handing it over to me. “You’re quite embarrassed, please don’t be, if I could draw, I’d draw you for days.”
“Shut up,” I blushed moving my pile to another pile on my desk. He was on my couch now. I sat across from him in another chair, I didn’t know if I should ask if he wanted water or not. I kept trying to open my mouth to ask him, but nothing would come out. Harry moved closer to me, from one end of the couch to another.
“You’re so nervous, pet.” He was looking at me and I was blushing hard, I wasn’t like this, but he had some type of spell on me, I swear.
“I know, I hate it.” I laughed and reached to pull down my hair, maybe my hair would be better to play with than a stray string on my dress. “You make me nervous, because I talk to you all day, all night, and this is the second time I’ve physically seen you. It’s nerve racking to know that you know so much about me, more than my best friend, and we’ve seen each other twice. It’s just, I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Vulnerable?” He asked, I nodded and was twirling my fingers in my hair. “I don’t answer interview questions, ever. I’m very private, I wouldn’t tell you things about me if I didn’t want you to hear it. I trust you, and like you said, I’ve seen you twice. I keep having these dreams, and you’re there, but I can never make out your face, but you know my next move. I don’t know if I should be scared by that either. Maybe it’s a good thing? I’m trusting someone hard who isn’t my best friend, and my best friend is my manager. I’m trusting someone who could tell the press about me, but she didn’t even know who I was the first time we met. I’m scared too, pet. Nervous as all hell. I changed three times before seeing you.” He finished, and I felt like if I spoke a butterfly would fly up my throat.
“You’re way better at words than I am.” I looked at him, his legs were crossed and his body was pointing towards me – I read that if they’re pointing towards you, it’s a good thing.
“Can I be honest with you, I have been, but blunt honesty.” I nodded at him, he was running his fingers through my hair and looking around before he found the right words. “I don’t want what I’m about to ask to change any of this okay?”
“Okay.” He inhaled, his nose flaring and I was scared about his question.
“I trust you, entirely. I communicate with you better than anyone else.” He paused, I was getting really nervous, I was scared he was going to ask something about being his girlfriend – I wasn’t ready for that at all. “Sexually, I’m very private, and I’m into things that’s hard to find in most women. The last person I had they moved on to someone else because we both had gotten busy. I know you mentioned how with your last few partners you’ve been the one in charge, but you take care of everyone, you talk about taking care of your friends, helping out your parents, I want to take care of you. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend, if you want that, we can work up that. But I’m asking you to be my sub, you can say no.”
“Your what?” I was bit baffled, it was a lot to drop on me at once. He wanted me sexually. I knew a very good amount about the BDSM community, but I couldn’t see Harry as one. (Definitely don’t judge a book by it’s cover). “Like what does that mean, I know what a sub is, but what does it mean to you?” He had moved to sit on my coffee table, dead in front of me.
“I think you know the sex part, but I would want to take care of you, a few of my kinks carry outside the bedroom, but I feel like that connection is there with us, again you can say no.”
“You’re not just going to use me for sex?”
“No, I don’t want you just for sex. I crave intimacy, Amelia, and I want that with you. I want to blow your mind, give you a break once and awhile. You can still say no.”
“Harry, I’m trying to get an understanding of what all you want from me, stop telling me I can say no, I know I can say no.” I laughed, and he grinned at me. He was looking around some more, he was pulling at his rings as he was looking for an answer.
“I want you to open up to me, you’re doing that now, I want to be the person you’re completely loyal to without having the titles except between us. There’s no dynamic except I take charge and there are things I expect from you, I like a good girl, you seem like you wouldn’t want to press my buttons too much. I would want to make sure you’re happy, with everything – I would want to take care of you.” He’s looking me dead in the eye, he was super intense, and hot. Like it was very hot how intense he was being. We’ve talked about sex, briefly. He said he liked to be in charge, I said I always one to be in charge because the people I was with liked that about me. I was very dominate in my everyday life, so maybe being a submissive in one aspect of my life would give me a break, time to just be taken care of.
“Okay, but I hate like foot play.”
“Ruining the mood, but okay, we can go over all that before we play. I’m thinking how much I want to kiss your lips.” He pulled me into his lap. And I was thinking about how much weight my coffee table could support. Thankfully, he’s a mindreading, spell casting, witch, and moved us to my kitchen counter. The perks of a loft, all rooms in one place.
“Why couldn’t we just make out on the couch?” I asked as he was rubbing his hand at my thighs. He was standing between me, looking sexier than ever. He had a mole, quite a few, and I kept trying to focus on that since he hadn’t answered me.
“I like you on my level when I’m standing,” He spoke against my neck, finally. I remembered from our kiss in Jamaica that he liked to hold my face, his hands were moving up towards me and I’m assuming he’s getting ready to kiss me. He smelt really good too, expensive, I kept thinking about the night we met, and I was getting giddy all over again. His mouth took over mine, it tasted minty. I missed his lips and this was the second time I got to have them. I’ve had them a million times over in my dreams but now, this is different. Our kisses will be more frequent now, more urgent. He was taking it slow, licking at my bottom lip, letting his teeth graze. I really enjoyed kissing Harry, I enjoyed how he would moan against my mouth if I sucked on his bottom lip just right. Or how he would make a little pop noise before he would release.
My mind wondered to the idea of being his sub, this probably wasn’t even a sample. My friend Riley is a sub for some rich guy, talks about how many spankings she gets. I like that idea, I had a girl who would spank me often then have me take control of her – weird confusing dynamic. Harry wears rings, I thought about how cold they might be on my ass. Or how he would feel about my nipple piercings. I hope he would like them, maybe he would. He pulled away and rested his forehead on my own. My mind was going wild.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you, Pet.”