Harry kissed me passionately starting with my lips and worked his way down my neck. He was down to my stomach when he stopped.
"Are you really sure you what this?" He asked.
I thought about it before I replied. My body I know was ready, but mentally I don't know. I'm a virgin so I don't know what to do in this situation. Maybe I'm not ready. I sighed.
"I don't know. Part of me is and part of me isn't." He got off of me and sat next to me.
"You haven't done this before?" He asked arching an eyebrow.
"No."
"If you want to wait we can. I'm not going to push you." He said and wrapped me in a hug.
"I want to Harry. I just don't know what to do." I said and giggled a little. I was blushing so bad.
"Just leave that to me baby." He said.
We picked up where we left off.
*The next day*
I woke up refreshed and just weird. Last night was amazing. I mean at first it wasn't. It hurt like hell. Thinking about everything and how gentle he was melted my heart. I got up to go shower and almost fell. My legs felt weak and my area burned. I tried not to wake him so I sucked it up and tried to keep quiet. I got in the shower and cleaned every inch of my body. When I got out I wrapped myself in a towel and went to grab one of his shirts. After that I decided to go make breakfast. Before I went downstairs I took one last glance at his angelic face.
I made eggs, bacon, biscuits, and gravy. I was starving. I made my plate and sat down at one of the chairs by the counter. I heard footsteps and saw Harry appear in the door stretching. All his muscles tensed up and I could not take my eyes off of him. He looked even better in the morning. I took his appearance in as he got closer and I was about to say good morning, but he took my face into his hands and placed a small kiss on my lips.
"Good morning." I mumbled between breaths.
"Morning love." He smiled and said, "smells good."
"Well it tastes better." I said.
"I bet it does." He said while taking a bite of eggs from the pan.
"Harry!" I said.
"What?" He mumbled with a mouthful.
"Use a plate. Its not polite to just eat out of the pan." I giggled. He was so cute.
"So?" He continued to eat out of the pan.
"Fine." I said and dipped my finger into the gravy and smeared some on his nose.
"Really?" He said and giggled.
"Yup." I said popping the P.
He put down the pan and started smirking.
"Now let's just talk about this before you do something you might regret." I said, my voice full of reason.
"Now why,"he paused to dip his hand into the gravy and looked up at me with a evil smirk,"would I do something I might regret?"
I took off down the hall and I heard his loud feet clashing behind me. My short legs couldn't keep him away from me for awhile, but I tried dammit. He grabbed me from behind and completely covered my face in gravy. I tried not to breath through my nose, but it was too late. I had it in my mouth and nose.
"You dick." I said.
He laughed as a reply.
I made my way to the kitchen to get a towel and wiped most of it off.
"You don't look that bad with stuff on your face." He said and smirked.
My face heated up a little.
He came closer to me to help me get the gravy off my face.
"Looks like I'll need another shower."
"Me too." He said.
He kissed my nose before following me up the stairs and into his bathroom. He adjusted the water while I stripped down to my bare skin. He slowly made his way to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood up on my toes to give him a deep kiss.
"I love you." He said.
In this moment I felt speechless. We have said it before, but for some reason it felt different. I've never been this happy in my life. I never knee I could feel this deeply about anyone. Could this be a good thing?
I really am trying to come up with a schedule to start writing again. I don't know if I'll be writing anymore because I feel like both stories are going no where and I honestly don't have a plot I just make it up as I go. I'm terrible at this so I'm sorry if this doesn't meet your needs or thirst for fan fics. A lot is going on and its overwhelming. Just please bare with me.
~Tori
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