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Clara.

"I don't know," I say, resting my head on Harry's chest. "I'm learning how to be here, as a girlfriend."

His arm hugs me close to him and his fingers brush against my back, soothing me. I'm very nervous about the way he acted in the car, so angry about me bringing up a subject I wasn't even familiar with. I'm still not very familiar with sex, just the basics.

"I know and I'm sorry I made you scared. I didn't mean to, I was just...I had no understanding of where you even thought of that," he says, my eyes closing. It was assumed, that because I have my period, I'd have to relieve him somehow. That's what I thought.

"But now, I get it. I scared you into thinking I needed something from you. I'm sorry I put that pressure on you, but know I'm fully capable of taking a cold shower to relieve myself," he explains, my head nodding.

"You just...I feel so protective of you, Clara. And I want to do everything I can to keep you innocent. I know that we've had sex, but I keep that part of you. It's something I'm honored to have," he whispers, kissing my hair.

He hugs me close and I stay beside him, not saying anything. My eyes close and I relax, his arms holding me close.

A few days go by before I stay over at Harry's house again, the two of us sitting in his kitchen for tea. He is flipping through his mail and he opens an envelope, his eyes widening.

"Holy shit," he says, his hands holding it out to me. My eyes widen too, the two of us plastered on the cover.

"Harry's new cover girl," I read, the title of his feature.

"What did they write?" he asks, the two of us moving to read it together. The pictures say it all. They're pictures of us when we had focused on them, but other are when we didn't realize they were taking them.

"Harry Styles, 22, is a member of One Direction, said to be reunited within the next year, and has been notoriously known as the flirt of the group. But I wouldn't see to it as that name will be staying for very long. He's very much involved with his new girl, the starlet of his eyes. The soft-spoken girl has Styles wrapped around her finger, displaying a relationship most have only encountered in movie scenes. Perhaps Harry's found his 'Olivia'," Harry reads, my cheeks flushing. We flip through the pages and the two of us look so undoubtedly happy.

"Oh you look so good in this one," he tells me, my hand tugging his tie as I part my lips over his in the picture. I had felt almost sexy during those pictures and they turned out just as that.

"Your jawline looks amazing," I say, the sharp cut super hot.

"These are my favorite," he says, smiling over at the pictures of us by the tree. His phone buzzes and he looks at the e-mail, receiving the pictures they didn't use in the magazine.

He posts two of them, saying the date the magazine comes out, and then extends his arm back around my shoulders.

"God you look amazing," he whispers in my ear, proceeding to kiss my jaw and cheek.

"You're a natural model," I tell him, his lips pressing to my neck.

"Can you model your underwear for me?" he laughs at the end when I smack his head with the magazine.

"So that's a no?" he teases, my hand grabbing his chin.

"Maybe," I smile, teasing him now. I bite his lower lip and he closes his eyes, my hand running against his thigh as I turn into him.

"Will you show me what you want?" I ask him, his legs parting.

Bravely, I brush my hand over his crotch and that's when he pulls me into him. He starts to kiss me, deepening the kiss.

"Teach me, Harry. I want to help you," I breathe out, his teeth nipping my neck.

"I don't want to force you," he whispers, my eyes closing as he sucks my sweet spot.

"Show me," I whisper, leaning my head on his. He pulls my shirt off and I move to kneel in front of him, my hands undoing his belt. He helps me pull his pants down, my eyes falling to his length resting against his stomach. His hand takes the base while his other grabs mine, guiding me on what to do.

"Pump," he whispers, showing me what to do. I do so and based off of common knowledge, I lick the tip. He sucks in a breath and nods. "Do that again."

I do so, this time sucking lightly on the tip. There's no way I can go much further, only kissing and sucking the tip.

"Yes, baby," he encourages, his hand moving to wind into my hair. Just a few more pumps and he stops me, my eyes looking into his as I lick my lips to clean myself up.

"Go strip and lay on my bed. Now," he whispers, the firmness in his voice making him sound so needy. I would have been horrified earlier in our relationship, but right now, he wants me and I want him just as much.

So I run into his room and take off my clothes, holding my panties in my hand. Harry walks in and shuts the door, my hand tossing him my panties. He puts them to his nose, smelling my arousal.

"Fuck," he says, my eyes watching as he pulls off his shirt.

Then he lays me down and I see stars as he pleasures my body. He stands up and I watch him, shyness extinct when I'm with him.

"God I have my own goddess," he grins, my hands reaching out to him. I pull him onto me, my arms wrapping around his neck as his arms wrap around me. We kiss and my hands run down his back, feeling his muscles.

"I need to be inside you," he whispers on my lips, my head leaning back as he kisses down my body. He gets a condom and puts it on, then the two of us are together again.

"I have sex with you a lot," he whispers, and it makes me smile.

"And I don't even mind," I smile, his smile pressing to mine in a kiss.

We spend the rest of the night in bed, his eyes on me as we talk. The way we are so comfortable with each other, it makes me so relieved I have someone I can be myself with. I've never trusted anyone like I trust Harry. He makes everything better.

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