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Clara.

"Hot damn," Harry says, making me blush. I'm only wearing the towel wrapped around me and I watch Harry lay back in bed, his arms above his head as he folds his hands beneath.

I'm having the internal debate whether to make this night romantic or something more, Harry more than likely willing for either.

So I walk over and drop the towel, his eyes on me. "Shit," he says, my eyes watching him sit up. He tugs me up onto his lap, his hands feeling over me.

"I can see you're not afraid anymore," he smiles, my lips pressing to his lips.

"Not with you," I smile, his hands lifting me and laying me on the bed. He takes his briefs off and he grabs a condom, his body coming back to me.

Harry is shocked when I move to take top, his hands holding my waist. He sits and leans against the headboard, my hand holding his shoulders.

"You sure?" he asks, my head nodding.

"I trust you," I say, his lower lip taken between his teeth. We start slowly, adjusting to make me comfortable. I feel myself expanding and he holds me close the whole time, making sure I'm alright.

Harry aids my hips, finding a rhythm. His lips press to my neck and chest, making the experience easier. I love this feeling.

We experience our highs together, so complete. Harry pulls out and removes the condom, holding me in his lap the whole time.

"I'm so happy with you," I say, his lips kissing my neck.

"Baby, I don't want anyone else," he says, my arms wrapping his neck. This is my favorite feeling; having completeness with him.

I start to move off him, but Harry leans down and grabs me. He pulls me down and I laugh, his body falling on top of me. I'm taking off guard when his lips press to mine, claiming my mouth. We kiss and his hand comes up to my breast, cupping and playing with my nipple.

He moves his lips to my neck and bites, marking my skin. He makes me feel so good and I run my nails along his back, his lips pressing to the mark he's more than likely left on my skin.

"Will you make love to me again?" I ask, his fingers brushing my hair back.

"It'd be an honor, beautiful," he whispers, kissing my cheek.

Then it's slow and passionate, taking every moment for it is. My toes curl at how hard I hit my orgasm and his sweaty skin touches mine.

I fall asleep so effortlessly in his arms, my head resting on his chest. Neither of us bothered with clothes, so comfortable regardless.

When the morning comes, I wake to find Harry sprawled on top of me. His head is in my neck and arm splayed against the mattress. Harry is so content as he sleeps that I don't think to move, only letting him rest.

I turn to look out the windows, admiring the scene. It's so beautiful here. Not to mention I'm with the most beautiful man.

Harry stirs a little and he moves to wrap his arms around me, holding me close. "You're so warm," he whispers, my lips pressing to his forehead. My fingers run through his curls, his head lifting to look up at me.

"Good morning," I smile, his green eyes so bright.

"Morning, baby," he smiles, my cheek kissed.

He climbs out of bed and holds his hand out for me, my body getting up. I watch him retrieve something from the suitcase and I see two robes, his hand putting one on me.

We put the robes on and we walk to the kitchen, Harry taking me into his arms as he cooks. It's a peaceful silence that fills the air, his arms the most comfortable place to be in.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks, my head resting on his shoulder.

"I don't know. What is there to do?" I ask, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"We can go through the jungle out back, hike the trails Liam made. Or we can spend the day on the beach. Anything you can think of," he says, finishing making an omelet. He plates it and we share it, my lips pressing to his cheek.

"I really like that you are a really good cook," I say, his lips curving.

"Score points with you?" he asks, my head nodding. He takes a bite and I blush, his eyes staying focused on me.

"You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever met," he says, and I shake my head.

"You're a liar," I accuse, smiling at the end. He scoffs, making me laugh.

"No I'm not. I never lie. Especially when it comes to how beautiful you are."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, sure. You've dated Taylor and Cara and I think Kendall," I start rattling off names of girls I remembering hearing him associated with.

"Stop, stop, those were shit. I like you baby. They aren't you," he states rather firmly, his seriousness displayed with furrowed eyebrows and straight lips. His jaw looks clenched and I shy away.

Then I can tell he's coming to terms with what I'm feeling. He reaches out and grabs my hands, lifting my arms. He kisses over the cuts, my heart swelling at the consideration. He really does care.

"I have you. And I know you're real and genuine. You've got me baby. No more worries," he tells me, my hand cupping his cheek.

"You're a lifesaver," I tell him, his hands grabbing my waist.

He hugs me close to him, his eyes watching me closely. The element of time isn't existent and I only want him, being in his arms the only thing that matters.

I don't move, only letting him feel me. His hands are gentle on my body and I love the feeling. It's soothing; almost a massage.

"I love having you beside me," he whispers in my ear, my lips pressing to his shoulder.

"You're my home," I breathe out, his warm skin holding a masculine scent. He's everything a girl could want. He's a home; my stability.

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