quarantine // h.s.

part 10 // golden boy

authors note: nsfw

as the morning sun rises over the ocean, my eyes flutter open. granules of sand cover my body, and my back aches from sleeping on the sand and a thin blanket. harry lies next to me, peacefully sleeping.

it's hard to decide if the view of the sunrise or the golden boy next to me is more beautiful. harry's hair is ruffled and his skin is glowing underneath the warm light. the ocean was calm as the waves stayed close to shore, and some of the only sounds besides the soft hush of the waves were the gentle deep breaths emanating from harry's lips.

i sit up and stretch my arms out over my head and sigh. i take a few minutes to just stare out into the sea and reflect on last night. we stayed up until the dolphins began chirping again. he learned everything about me, from my early childhood to what i ate for breakfast yesterday morning. i attempted to learn everything about him, but the suit proved difficult. prying information out of an emotional distant frat boy isn't exactly what you'd call a piece of cake.

the way he got to know me was something i'd never felt before. his questions seemed genuine and something that he longed to hear the answer for. when i spoke his eyes glistened and his ears perked up like a puppy waiting for a treat. i'd always thought that no one was listening to what came out of my mouth, but that changed last night. with every question and gentle kiss on my neck in between words, he made me feel like not only just the only woman on the beach but the only woman in the universe.

a pair of arms wrapping around my shoulder blades breaks me from my thoughts. "what a view." harry admires with the raspiest morning voice that i've ever heard.

"me or the ocean?" i ask softly, smiling ironically.

"the ocean obviously." he says and laughs joyously. i turn around and push him playfully. i fall down on top of him and we giggle lightly. he then pushes my hair off of my face and smiles at me like a little boy. "there's just something about you, wren." he says and brings me into a passionate kiss. we begin to kiss over and over and get lost in ourselves. his kiss is addicting and his body fits into mine like a glove. he moans into my kiss and pulls me up to standing. we run childishly to the house and he pins me up to the wall in the living room, holding my wrists above his head and leaving sloppy kisses on my neck feverishly. i gasp in delight and feel warmth run down my body and through my veins.

"harry... harry." i groan, trying to gain his attention. he looks up to me, eyes glistening and cheeks flushed. "should we, uh, move to somewhere more private?" i ask quietly and he purses his lips in pondering. he lets out a quick hmph before pulling me up which allows me to wrap my legs around his waist. i giggle as he carries me down the stairs to the downstairs living area, which is mainly used for movie nights and getting some time to oneself since it's not often that anyone spends time in the area. due to jess sleeping in our bed and harry primarily sleeping in one of the bunk-bed rooms, areas where we can get some alone time are scarce.

he lays me down on the granite countertop in the small downstairs kitchen and begins trailing kisses down my shirtless chest, as somehow i had lost my shirt along the way. he removes my bra and swirls his tongue around each of my nipples, causing a soft whimper to leave my lips. goosebumps raise on my skin as he continues and then moves down my belly and over each of my hip bones. he then moves to my inner thighs, leaving kisses up until the edge of my underwear. his lips brush over my underwear as he moves over to my other thigh and my breath hitches in anticipation. "you tease." i pant and he chuckles sultrily against my thigh. he slides my underwear down my legs and throws them aside. i prop myself up on my forearms on top of the countertops and he glances up at me with his head in between my thighs.

"do you want me to do this to you?" he asks and my insides stir.

"yes please." i half-beg, half-respond quietly and he smirks before beginning. he moves his tongue in circles around my clit and sucks lightly, causing me to throw my head back and erupt in sounds of pleasure. he slides one finger inside of me- which was quite enough since his hands were huge- and curled his finger upwards to hit the most perfect spot. the way his tongue moved was impressive to say the least- as i've been let down before by some men. he continues and each second becomes more intense as the last. i run my fingers through his curly hair and tug at the roots, earning a moan from him. this causes him to quicken his pace of his tongue and fingers and i feel myself grow closer and closer to finishing. in a matter of seconds, i let go and a wave of euphoria comes over me. i lay back panting as he comes up and kisses me. "see how good you taste?" he murmurs and i blush warmly.

"breakfast?" he asks, and kisses me again softly on the lips.

"you don't want me to do anything to you?" i ask concernedly.

"you did plenty last night." he smirks and i slap him on the chest playfully. he giggles, sticking his tongue out between his teeth ever so slightly, and the sound sounds like heaven in my ears. "you know what... i don't really think i need breakfast, i just ate." he jokes and i roll my eyes before letting out a laugh.

i couldn't help but smile when i was around him. his eyes dazzled when he spoke and his words always had an edge to them. at the same time his brightness matched his darkness perfectly. his touch burned like embers into my skin in a way that no other touch could ignite. the way i felt about him was unique, never felt before, but i couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about him that was so intoxicating.

as harry cracks two eggs into the pan, he also begins to make my coffee perfectly- as he always does. i smile as he slides it over to me and he winks.

"good morning love birds." penelope says as she joins us in the living room. harry and i glance at each other in a slight panic, and i swallow down my coffee harshly. "oh please, did you really expect nobody to see you two snuggled up on the beach." she teases.

"we did not expect that... no." i respond and curl my lips into a sharp line. she looks at us with a confused expression.

"who all saw us?" harry asks, and coolly cracks another egg into the pan.

"i mean, not many of us were up at that point. just me, ash, jess, claire, alex..." she lists. harry and i breathe a breath of fresh air, as all of those people either wouldn't care or already knew. "oh... and sierra." she finishes.

"fuck." we groan simultaneously.