Don't Let Me Go (Sequel to 'I don't dare')

Chapter 6 - A Trial

“Harry! Will you just shut up for a moment and let me find the cookies?!” I yelled at him. This made him turn into a irritated state, but he still went over to me to search after the cookies.

“There are no cookies and I don't understand why you always need cookies. We are in an argument, not in biggest loser!” This made me stare him right in the eyes for ten seconds before I closed the door to the storage.

“Fine, then I'll make sure you're wife doesn't get fat before the wedding” I walked out of the kitchen and I heard him groan behind me.

“Can't you just face the problem without running away all the time? You always try to change the subject everytime we fight!”

“We aren't fighting!” I turned around and shocked him a bit. We were standing only inches apart. “This is an argument. Why can't you just respect my decision like you did before?” I begged him for an answer . Something told me that something happened on tour that he didn't tell me. Something that made him desperate for something I couldn't offer.

“Because-” he searched for words as he was staring at his feet. He moved his hands around and avoided eye contact.

“Because what? Did something happen when you were on tour?” I started to take small steps towards him and he did look a bit scared, I wonder why though.

“Yes something did actually happen on tour” he said with a firm voice and it was clear that he didn't like that I was in control. Harry liked being on control both mentally and physically. He cleared his throat before he began to explain. “I explained to the lads why I wanted to marry you. I told them all the reasons, included the one that you wouldn't let me sleep with you. They were surprised when they heard we hadn't done it yet, and they kind of still see me as the younger one, which also means that I feel small. I like being in control Aubrey, and I don't know why but when I told them that we hadn't done it they were almost laughing at me.” I stared at him in shock.

“So you want to sleep with me because of group pressure?” I stated.

“Don't put it that way. It makes me look like a horrible person” he said and tried to make the statement better.

“But it is that way Harry. I'm not sleeping with you whether your friends you call your best mates or even your brothers sometimes, says that you are a little guy just because we haven't done it yet okay? Be strong and stand up for who you are. Tell them that you are the strong one because you can stand against group pressure and not fall for it” I said and with that I went to find the cookies again. I heard Harry sigh, and I understood that he gave up on trying to get in my pants as he muttered that he was going to bed. While I heard him brush his teeth I found a cookie and thought over what Harry had told me.

Would the boys really do that? Call him younger and smaller just because of a such lame reason? They were his best lads, almost his brother, would they actually do that? Somehow I have a heard time believing it, but I know that I trust Harry.

“You coming?” he asked holding up the door to our bedroom. I flashed him a smile before I threw in the last piece of the chocolate cookie in my mouth before I entered the bedroom. He dragged of his jeans and pulled of his shirt, and I felt myself blushing when I thought back to what he wanted to do with me. He hopped in bed and removed the covers so I could join. He shot me a friendly smile and I stripped down to my bra and panties before I dragged a large T-shirt over my head. Then I laid down next to Harry and soon I felt Harry's arm get around my waist as he pushed me closer to his body.

“I'm sorry” he whispered huskly into my ear.

“It's alright” I felt a single tear stroke down my cheek, and thank God Harry didn't see it. Don't judge me, it's just that a lot of things have been going on lately, and to have Harry back is just such a relief even though I didn't think our first night would end up like this.

“Babe, why are you crying?” he asked me while he pushed himself up a bit so he could see my face.

“Nothing” I stroke away my tear and gave him a fake-smile. But Harry wouldn't let me fool him that easily. He knew me too well to see the difference between a fake-smile and a real smile.

“Stop lying” he said and brushed a finger over my cheek.

“It's just that I'm afraid” he looked down at me, and I understood that he wanted me to continue. “I mean, I love you Harry with my whole heart, but when it comes to this sexual part I just feel so insecure, I don't know what to do and you actually really scared me today” at first, he didn't answer. He just let out a huge sigh. Then he fell back to his originally position and dragged his arm around my waist extra hard against him. It was like a sign of protection, that he really cared about me.

“No need to be afraid baby. I am really sorry for what happened, and let me promise you this. It won't happen again until after the wedding, and after the wedding we will have a lot of fun you and I” his words made me smile and felt him nuzzle into my shoulder as he silently whispered a final “goodnight sweetheart”.