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Clara.

"I won't push you," Harry whispers, my body locked in his arms as we stand in his room. My hands grab his cheeks and he moves his hands over my bottom and lifts me up, my forehead resting on his. I kiss his soft lips, running my fingers through his hair.

He walks forward and leans down, laying me down on his bed. Harry then lifts his body up and removes his hoodie, my arms moving so I can lean up a little. I bend my elbows and I smile up at him, his eyes gazing at me softly.

"Come here," I say, his body climbing over mine. I start to laugh when he kisses my neck, my hands holding his cheeks.

"Imma tell you something," he says, lifting his head to look down at me. He wraps me in his arms and I wait expectantly for him to tell me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"We could do anything in the world and I'd feel like the luckiest man just because I got to be here tonight with you," he whispers, pecking my nose. I smile and hug him close as he whispers sweet nothings, pecking against my neck and jaw.

"Harry," I whisper, my need growing for him. And his is clearly there for me. As he lifts his head, he looks down at me and I feel all worry and nerves lost just looking into his beautiful green eyes.

My breathing quickens in anticipation, and my chest moves quickly.

"Make love to me," I whisper, watching his eyes soften even more. It's clear to see he's having a mental battle, but I take it upon myself to make the first move. I lift my body up, his following, and we stand. My hand cups his chin and I bring my mouth to his, kissing him.

"I can't take it from you," he breathes out, my lips pressing to his neck. His hands tighten on my waist and I look up at him.

"Prove to me you only want me," I whisper, his eyes closing as I softly kiss his cheek.

He lets me go and removes his shirt, my eyes watching him move to stand tall. Then Harry takes my hand and spins me around, taking me all in.

Then he gently moves to take off my shirt, the cool air touching my skin. I huddle into him, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"I'll keep you warm," he promises, kissing the bridge of my nose after.

I smile up at him, losing my fears. This is the feeling I want knowing I'm willingly giving myself to someone. Harry is the one I want.

Harry kneels down and removes my pants, my hands holding his shoulders as he does so. As he moves back up, he feels over my legs and lets his warm hands touch my body.

Taking my own move, I start to kiss over his collarbones. He lets me touch him, my hands admiring every inch of his body.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," he whispers in my ear, my hands setting on his waist.

"Me too," I reply, breathing him in. He's amazing.

Harry grabs my hands and forces me to wrap my arms around his neck, cradling me in his arms to his bed. He lays me down, my head on the pillows, and he moves the sheets to be over us. His eyes meet mine and I find myself so unbelievably relaxed.

He shuffles and removes his pants, then comes back to me. I smile at him and he wraps me back in his arms, kissing my cheek.

"My beautiful girl," he smiles, my head turning to kiss him.

His soft kiss leaves me breathless and I feel the clasp of my bra being undone. He looks at me and I keep my eyes on him, telling myself it's okay. Harry is the only one.