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Harry.

"I'm a little sore," Clara tells me, my arms only hugging her close to me. She rests back against my torso, the two of us sitting in the bathtub. I had thought the warm water would sooth the soreness, but clearly it's not.

"Do you want a pain reliever?" I ask, not wanting the beautiful girl to be in pain.

"No, it's just...it's a pain I don't mind," she says, my arms refusing to lighten. One forearm is splayed against her chest while the other crosses over so I grab her hip.

"What do you mean?" I ask, her head turning so her forehead rests on my neck.

"I don't know. I'm just...I lost my virginity to someone important to me. It's a happy reminder I guess," she tells me, my head maneuver to kiss her full lips. She smiles after, my heart so complete around her. I don't plan on leaving this house for a while. Especially not after this.

"I'm not letting you go," I remind her, her fear of me leaving crushed in a heartbeat.

"I don't want you to," she smiles, my lips pressing to her forehead. She moves up and I let her go, watching her wash her body. Then she gets out and I follow, grabbing a towel and putting it on her. She smiles up at me and I kiss the tip of her nose, grabbing a towel for myself. We walk into my closet and she takes a pair of panties she had in her bag, putting them on. Then I step forward and put one of my own shirts over her head.

Clara blushes, the look so beautiful. I put on briefs and sweats, taking her hand in mine. We go downstairs and I make her something to eat, knowing she must be hungry. I sit on a chair and she gets out of hers to sit on my lap, her fingers holding the sandwich I've made for her.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, her shoulders shrugging.

"It still hurts a little," she tells me, her green eyes still bright no matter the time of day. It bothers me to think I've hurt her.

"I'm sorry," I tell her, her hand setting on my shoulder.

"It'll get better," she tells me, my cheek then taken by her hand. I lean into her touch and kiss her wrist, the little cuts still healing. It kills me to know I was the cause of these.

"Will you be staying the week?" I ask, her head shaking. My heart deflates.

"I have school on Monday," she tell me, my eyebrows furrowing. It pissed me off to know my mother had enrolled her back in school. I never graduated.

"But you could always stay here after. I-I know I've done a lot of shit Clara, but I just want to show you I'm with you," I tell her, her head leaning down so she kisses my forehead.

"Just promise me the set-ups are over," she says, my head nodding.

"The set-ups and the drinking. I don't...I can't drink anymore. Not when it leads to bad stuff that will...hurt you," I breathe out painfully, but her lips kiss over my closed eyes. She's the most gentle person I've ever met. All other girls have only wanted me for who I am - my job. But with her, she sees me as a person and doesn't want to hurt me, just as I've tried not to hurt her.

Look at the shit job I've done at that.

"I don't want to hold you back, but at the same time I want to thank you for telling me you won't drink," she tells me, my hands running along her back. I just want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.

"Clara, I've never wanted to prove myself to a girl so bad, but I fucked up. I'm not usually a boyfriend and that's what I'm trying to be to you. I'm never with girls for very long, as shitty as that sounds, but I want to be there for you," I keep reiterating, her eyes so bright as they look down at me.

"You just made love to me, something I'm still feeling, but so happy with. I didn't think I could ever do that with someone but I wanted to with you. Harry, you have a part of me now, and I hope you keep me safe," she says, and I feel unable to breathe.

But she sets her sandwich down and straddles my lap, taking my face in her hands. Clara sets her lips on mine and I feel myself being able to breathe, kissing her back. I lift her closer, my girl curling onto my body. My hands run against her bottom and I stand up, carrying her back to my room.

"Harry," she whispers, my feet stopping on the middle of the stairs. I look up at her, her green eyes almost glowing. God I could stare at her for hours.

"I kind of want to do it again," she breathes out, my lips curving. Her smile grows and I can't help but kiss her, knowing she's going to start feeling very clingy soon. It's how my ex was when we lost our virginity to each other.

"I don't know, baby. You're sore," I remind her, but her head shakes.

"I don't care," she whispers on my lips, her fingers winding into my hair.

It's not long before we're back in my bed, her hands feeling over me. Clara's body is undoubtedly beautiful, and I don't think I want to see any other body than hers.

I remove the condom and come back to her, seeing just how tired she is. So I pull the sheets over us and I wrap her in my arms, not bothering with clothes. She's asleep in seconds and I kiss her forehead, her soft body so warm against my touch.

I can't find it in me to fall asleep, wanting to make sure she's okay. There is nothing I want more than to watch this beautiful girl.

Sunlight filters into my room and I reach for my phone, taking a picture of the two of us. I post it, making it aware that I'm with her. The only thing the picture shows is our heads, hers buried in my neck.

Comments and likes show, and I toss it back on the floor, Clara's soft fingers resting on my chest. Her feet tangle with mine and I reluctantly let her go, letting her rest on the bed. I dress myself in briefs and sweats, then go downstairs to start making her breakfast. I get some toast and put raspberry jam on it, then make her tea.

I put it on a tray and carry it upstairs, my head leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Baby," I whisper, kissing her ear and cheeks. She stirs and she looks up at me, smiling. I peck her lips and grab my tee, letting her put it on.

"Can you get my panties?" she flushes, my head nodding. I grab them for her and she puts them on, then sits back so she can set the tray on her lap.

"Thank you," she smiles, my body laying beside her seated one.

"Anything baby," I say, her head leaning down to kiss my forehead. She starts to eat and I play with her little toes, her laugh ringing through the room.

"Are you sore?" I ask, her shoulders shrugging.

"It's not that bad," she says, my head nodding. Then she finishes her food and I lift my head, kissing her cheek. She starts to laugh and leans into me, my hand moving the tray off her so I can pull her into me. The things she is making me do doesn't even matter. I would do anything to hear her laugh.

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