ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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"Harry it doesn't fit." I grit through my teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he reaches down and tries pushing it in. "Ow! Don't force it. It hurts when you do that."
"Sorry sorry. I'm going to count to three and slide it in." He says, looking down at me with a damp forehead and tired eyes. "If it hurts, tell me to stop and I'll pull it out. Just take a deep breath and relax. It'll go in just fine. Just don't tense up."
Nodding my head, I look down and watch as he lifts it, positioning himself where he needs to be. "Okay. One. Two. Three." He groans as he pushes it in and my eyes pinch shut from the pressure on my stomach. "Are you okay? It's almost in."
"There's more?!" I shout, taking as much as I can. "How big is it? You're going to break me."
He looks down and intently stares as he rocks his head to the side. "Only a few more inches and then it's all the way inside. You got it." He says in an encouraging tone but my head rapidly shakes. "You want me to stop, baby? I'll stop."
"Yeah, it's too much. My stomach hurts. Stop." I mumble and his head nods as he bends down to pull it out. "No, keep it there. We can try again in a minute. I just need to catch my breath." My words fall into a sigh as I breathe heavily. "Why are you doing it from behind? Maybe we should switch."
"It's easier to get it in this way." He says in a sigh. "Zayn can come help. He'll get it in easily." He shrugs but my head shakes. "Or we can use his if you prefer it. It's a little bigger than mine."
I drop my head into the palm of my hands and try my hardest not to laugh. "No. I can do it." I look back up and he bites down on his lip to hide his smile while the large boxed television is stuck between his doorway. "I can get it just don't push so hard. It hurts. I'm not that fast."
"Okay. We'll lift on three." He nods and I bend back down to grab it. "One. Two. Three."
Harry picked me up this morning after he called and asked if I wanted to run a few errands with him. I didn't ask too many questions. I was just eager to get out of the house because Dean woke up in a bad mood and when he's having a bad day he drinks beer like it's water.
So I agreed to go. He picked me up, we went to the store, we haven't kissed once, and now all of a sudden things feel weird between us and I'm not entirely sure what it is. Is he waiting for me to do it?—did I do something wrong?
