I was awoken by a light, end of Spring breeze as Summer was fast approaching, but somehow I would have liked it a little warmer. I felt nothing but an unwashed, tough mattress beneath me. Opening my hazel eyes, I noticed the exhaustion dragging my eyes closed again. But I pried them open and stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking that if I could do anything I wanted, I'd pull Harry from the mattress myself and make him show me Cheshire.
I turned over, seeing nothing but a bare back tensed beside me. I noticed he wasn't as muscular as he once was, his body some of the firmness and tone he used to have. I love his body. Especially when it's next to mine.
I placed a soft kiss to his spine, causing him to shiver beneath my touch as he peacefully slept. It was selfish of me to awake him, he looked so perfect and gentle. But soon enough he writhed in exhaustion and let out a quiet yawn. Turning over onto his other side, his face connected with mine, and he exhaled. His eyes were open momentarily, until he grasped my bare shoulders and pulled me into his chest. And with that, he closed his eyes and held me close.
But I tapped his face, each hand holding either side of his jaw as I pressed a gentle yet passionate kiss to his lips. I kissed him again... And again, over and over until he finally opened his eyes and let out a disgruntled groan.
"Please let me sleep." He murmured.
"I will if you get up."
"That doesn't make sense. That's a pretty ugly compromise." He mumbled.
"That's a pretty ugly oxymoron."
"You're an oxymoron."
We lay in silence, the both of us staring at each other with blank expressions, until Harry spoke once more. "How do you feel?"
My hand lowered to his abdomen, lightly tracing his scars. "I feel good."
He noticed my actions, and with that he intertwined our fingers to stop me but didn't speak anything of it. He kept the conversation flowing. "Do you feel any different?"
I shook my head.
"Why? I thought losing your virginity meant a lot to you? Did you not feel anything?" He questioned warily, his perfect dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"I felt a lot. I felt you," I spoke, and he smirked. "Not like that, I mean- I felt intimate with you, it was special. That's all."
"You don't care that you lost your virginity?" He asked again.
After a bit of hesitation, I slowly shook my head. "Nope."
"Because I'm not conforming into society's-"
"Never mind," He shut me up by putting his hand over my mouth. "It's too early for this."
"It's a social construct-"
"Shhhhh." He ushered, but then suddenly he became confused and then removed his hand from my mouth. "Wait, then why did you make me wait so long?"
"Because I wasn't ready to have sex! Gosh, can I live?"
"You're perfect." He whispered, his nose brushing mine.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.