Chapter One.
My right hand flew up to his neck, pulling him down, making our foreheads meet. Just as he made his last thrust, my head flew back as I rode out my high, breathing his name over and over again. I heard him groan out my name and profanities as he reached his high, bitting my neck trying to keep quiet.
His shaking arms were either side of my head, and my arms were still clung tight to his neck.
We just stayed like that for a while. Taking in what had just happened.
'You alright'? He mumbled, breathing slower, but heavy.
Now inches away from his face, my lips curled into a small smile.
'Mmhm', I manage to get out with a little chuckle.
He buried his head into the crook of my neck, softly kissing it.
'I love you, y/n, so so much'. He whispered, still nibbling my neck.
I unwrap my arms from his neck, and drag my fingertips down his chest. Then to his stomach. Then v-line. Then back up again. He is the definition of perfect. I took a big breath in, and made eye contact with him. '
I love you too, Har-'.
He cut me off, planting his lips on mine, kissing me so passionately, it felt like time stopped, fireworks were going off, nothing else mattered in the world but him and I.
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The sun glared through the rips in the curtains. I slightly opened my eyes, and found a sleepy harry next to me. His arm wrapped around my neck and snaking down to my waist. My arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, and head on his bare chest. God he's perfect. Our legs were entwined and the bed was a mess. I smiled as I remembered last night.
Last night. Shit.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit' I mumbled as I fumbled with the sheet that was wrapped very tightly around us.
'Harry', I whispered anxiously.
'Harry, wake up'!
God he was a heavy sleeper. I picked up the nearest pillow I could find and smacked his face with it. He flew up, leaning on his elbows on the bed, with the cutest confused look I have ever seen on his face. I couldn't help but giggle.
'What the hell y/n'?! He said sleepily, shaking his hair, and rubbing his eyes.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
'Baby', I whispered, trying not to wake my parents, 'you really gotta go'.
He looked at me for a moment, trying to figure out why he had to leave. He soon clicked on. His eyes widened, and dove out of my bed, tripping over trying to get dressed. Whoops, I thought as I saw the scratches down his back. I slid off the bed, slipped on some pajama shorts and a crop top, and ran over to help him. He smiled at me, as I grabbed at his shirt, buttoning it up. I kissed his nose as we turned to my bedroom door. It had holes, scratches, marks all over it, ugh I hate my room.
He pushed me up against the door, with a very concerned look on his face.
'Sorry I hit you Harry'. I giggled.
'Its fine baby, I just don't want to leave'.
He began nibbling my neck. I tilted it, wanting more. No stop y/n. You can't to this.
'Harry... You have to go, we can't do this...' I said trailing off.
'Hhmm?' He mumbled as he was getting lower, dangerously close to my chest.
