Harry's POV
Sunlight blinds my vision as I stir, my eyes flickering to the boxes surrounding the bed. I turn over to discover my sleeping girlfriend curled up in my shirt, her soft, bare legs entwined with mine. Her dark eyelashes are rested on her cheeks as she sleeps and I turn onto my side, moving her hair away from her face.
When I look at Lucy, I can't even begin to describe her. Her doe eyes that are impossible to lie to were the first thing I noticed when I saw her stumbling up the stairs to her apartment. Then her hips. Melissa was a stick and I like curves on a girl. Lucy has those beautiful curves and holding her is the greatest part of my day.
But I love her innocence. She isn't tainted by previous men and she is so shy, but I'm trying everything to help her open up. I know Lucy will be so easy to fall in love with and I think she knows that too.
I move my forehead to rest on hers and she sighs in her sleep, her fingers softly fisted. My consideration is so high with her and last night was a first for her. I can't even begin to describe how flawless her body is. I know she's self-conscious, but that doesn't change how beautiful she is. But it's her want to have me be her first that's making me nervous.
Lucy will want to have sex and she's explained that to me, but I can't hurt her. And it hurts for girls when they're nervous. She's the most fragile girl I've ever met and I have to be her defender, no matter the circumstances.
My hand moves to hers and she subconsciously grips my thumb, my eyes diverting to the action. It amazes me how small she truly is. I'd put her at 5'3, She's at least a half a foot shorter than me, and the contrast between us is clear. Lucy is my shy girl, and I'm her outgoing protector.
I move, softly resting my head on her shoulder. She stirs and lets me go, her body moving onto her back. My head nears her chest but I don't touch for the sake of her privacy. But I close my eyes when I feel Lucy's fingers run through my hair. The gentle touch she gives me is enough for me to feel something. Sure, I had something for Melissa, but this is so much stronger. I've never tried so hard to please a girl before. Never have I outreached as much as I have for Lucy, and I don't feel like I'll need to ever again. All of this relationship is for her, ensuring she's comfortable at all times.
While I lay, I feel Lucy move and wrap her arms around my shoulders, her soft lips pressing to my forehead. I smile, not even fazed by how much I've literally fallen in her mercy. I'm elated to finally be with her.
My crush on Lucy spiraled out of control. Melissa wasn't the person I wanted anymore. She was self-centered, but I trusted her. And she manipulated me with her lack of appreciation in our relationship. We kept trying to work on our differences, but it was draining.
Then I saw my beautiful girl and knew I had to at least try to get her. Now, I'm wrapped in her arms and so content with everything.
"Harry," I hear her whisper, my hand moving to her waist. I lift my head and she brushes her fingers over my cheeks. I feel the tips softly touch me and I feel extremely cared for right now. She always has this effect.
"What's up, beautiful?" I inquire, her soft eyes looking up at me. She's such a beautiful sight.
"Will, um...can I get my leggings?" she asks, my lips curving. I climb out of bed and grab her leggings from the box, my feet walking back to her. She smiles at me and I reciprocate, absolutely intoxicated by the beauty.
My hands move and start at her feet, pulling the leggings up her legs. After, I crawl over her and she grabs my cheeks. I'm tugged down and she lays a kiss to my lips, her legs wrapping around my waist when I lay between them. She's a little spider monkey when it comes to holding onto me. But I like how she takes refuge in me and holds me close.
But she takes me by surprise when I'm pushed back and forced to roll over. I move onto my back and the brown, curled locks of Lucy fall around us. She forms onto my torso and lays her head in my neck.
"What's on your mind, Luc?" I ask, her body curled on mine. She fits to me perfectly and I don't plan on letting her go.
"I feel different," she says, my fingers playing with the end of her hair. Her fingers are tracing over the swallow tattoo, my eyes watching her closely.
"How so?" I ask, curious and desperate in finding out how she's feeling.
"I feel assured, but more or less at ease. But...thank you," she whispers, my hand grabbing hers. I kiss her knuckles and wrap my arms around her.
"Why are you thanking me?" I wonder, her lips lightly kissing the crook of my neck.
"Because you've made me realize I have to trust and love someone before the first time," she whispers, my lips kissing her hair. She smells of coconuts and I honestly cannot think of anything more addicting. I kiss her hair a lot, and I love the smell.
"So you think...we could potentially love each other?" I ask, her head burying deeper into my neck. It's most likely to hide a blush or shock.
"I-I don't know," she breathes out. "We need time."
I love it when she says 'we'. It means she's feeling the same thing and knows we're together for real.
"I agree."
Her soft fingers move to my side and feel over the scar I've mentioned, her touch electrifying. Her nose brushes my neck and she kisses me again, my eyes closing.
"Do you want to help me paint my place today?" I ask, her head nodding. Our perfect morning is disrupted by my phone, my hand reaching down to my jeans to grab it. I force Lucy to stay on me and I answer the call.
"Hey Styles. What to catch the game at my place tonight? The whole team's in," Niall says, my lips kissing Lucy's forehead.
"What time?" I ask, keeping my eyes on Lucy, who's fixated on my tattoos.
"Meet up around seven. You in?" he asks, my head nodding.
"Yeah. I'll be there," I tell him, hanging up.
I hug Lucy tight and she lifts her head, kissing my cheek. "What game are you watching?" she asks, my lips curving. I'm glad she's not nervous much anymore. Her sentences used to be so broken up, but now I hear her speak perfectly.
"The basketball game. Dub nation," I grin, her laugh absolutely adorable.
She crawls off me and I get up too, following the petite girl into her kitchen. I smile as I watch her hips sway, her bottom a sight I tend to watch. I'm still a guy, and I definitely take up any opportunity I can to watch.
"Coffee?" she asks, turning around and catching my wandering eyes. She blushes and I grab hold of her hips, kissing her cheek.
"I'll take some coffee," I tell her, her body curling into me. "Don't be so shy. You're a sight for sore eyes, beautiful."
I let her go and lean against the counter, watching her. She smiles and looks over at me, my lips curving. I pull my hair back and she comes back to me with two mugs. My lips press against her forehead and I smile down at her, her hazel eyes shining up at me.
I look down at her puffy lips, the natural feature something I've felt against mine. Our first kiss was nothing short of perfection. Her lips are something I've wanted to kiss for a while now, but I knew if I was going to get a kiss from her, she'd have to initiate it. And she did and I didn't want to let her go.
My hand sets the mug down and I grab her cheek, leaning down and kissing her. I can't look at her lips and not want to kiss them. She sets her mug down and grabs my waist, my hands holding her cheeks.
My eyes close and she allows me to keep our kiss moving, the soft flutter of her lips absolutely mind-blowing. As I arch my back to kiss her better, a knock on her door is heard and I frown.
"Who knows you live here?" I ask, her eyes blown wide.
"You're the only one," she whispers, my body moving to the door. I open her door and a smaller man stands in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Adam. I saw you just moved here," he says, my eyebrows frowning.
"This is my girlfriend's house. I don't want you coming here anymore," I say, not enjoying the idea of another man on the same floor as her. I know I am, but I am extremely protective of her.
"Oh, sorry man. I didn't mean to be rude," he says, waving before walking off.
I shut the door and turn back to the kitchen, but stop when I see Lucy standing with her arms crossed.
"You're mean when you're jealous," is all she says and I calm down.
"Yeah, well, we both react differently under jealously," I say, wrapping my arms around her. I kiss the top of her head and she wraps her arms around my waist.
"He's just trying to be nice," she says and I roll my eyes. Luckily she can't see me.
"I don't trust him. He might want something," I say, her head lifting. She smiles up at me and I feel absolutely calm, her eyes bright. "I don't trust him."
"Clearly," she laughs, my lips pressing a soft kiss to her smile. And it's just like that my anger and irritation is dissolved and I'm back in Lucy's hands.
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