One Plus One

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Do I get to take that dress off you?" Harry teasingly asked.

"You wish, Styles."

Harry's emerald eyes grazed up and down my body. My drenched dress was clinging to my body, showing its curvature, something Harry seemed to lust after. I noticed him take his bottom lip between his teeth as he took in each detail.

"Please let me take it off you."

Harry's smirk was growing as he opened the door to his flat. I shook my head, biting my lip in the hope of covering my growing smile from him. As I walked down the hall towards his bedroom, he followed, eyes glittering mischievously. Harry then ran forwards, sweeping my up in his arms and playfully throwing me onto his bed, my squeaky giggle echoing around the flat.

Large hands caught the bottom of my back as Harry knelt on the bed in front of me. He held me in place as his other hand took hold of the zip to my dress and began to tug it down. I continued to try and wriggle free but it only forced Harry to push us closer. Before Harry could slide the straps of the dress from my shoulders, I hooked my fingers underneath the bottom of his t-shirt and peeled it away from him. I slid my hands over his shoulders and down his upper arm, gently squeezing the part of his biceps I could fit into my small hand. I then retraced my touch and fell to his chest, pressing my palms flat against it.

"I can feel your heart beating. Really fast." I spoke quietly.

"That's what you do to me."

I dropped my palms from his chest and connected my gaze with his. His hands instantly went to the straps of my dress which he slowly slipped down, taking the time to caress my shoulders and arms. I jumped down off the bed and stepped out of the dress. Before I'd even had a chance to stand upright again, Harry's arms had snaked around my waist, embracing me into his warmth. I took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand toward my chest. I placed it just above my left breast, allowing him to feel the thumping of my heart.

"And that's what you do to me."

A series of kisses were pressed to my neck and jawline. Harry then stopped by my ear.

"Lets go to bed, angel."

I was let go and walked to my bag. I pulled out my pjs and stole some of Harry's boxers to get rid of my wet stuff. Once changed, I joined Harry in the bed, shuffling into his open arms. His hand instantly tangled into my hair and every muscle in my body ceased to tense allowing me to fall into a sound sleep.

*****

"Don't you think you and Harry moved quite fast?" Lily asked as she smeared sun lotion on her body.

"What do you mean?"

"You practically live with him."

"No I don't."

"Well you've stayed there three times this week. No doubt you're staying again tonight instead of staying in mine."

"Lily, I'm not gonna skimp out on a girls night in. Of course I'm staying here. As for moving fast, no I wouldn't say we did."

"I'm just worried. I don't want him to use you."

"Harry's not using me. I trust him."

"Maybe that's exactly what he wants. He wants you to trust him so that he can get what he wants out of you."

"No. He's not like that."

"Look at it this way, have you done anything for him?"

I stared at her blankly. I wasn't sure as to what she was getting at.

"Ok, has it been just him that's done stuff to you, or have you done stuff to him?"

I felt my cheeks heating. I hadn't even thought about doing anything for Harry. I was still scared of everything that came under the heading of sex related acts.

"He's hasn't asked me to. And we've only actually been together a week."

"Exactly my point. He's more concerned about getting into you."

Most of me didn't want to instil much faith into what Lily said. Lily had had her fair share of guys, enough to know what she was talking about, but she'd never been in anything I'd consider a relationship. She'd been quite loose in terms of what she did with guys. Lily didn't have a clue about what had happened in my past. She'd never understood why I took a different approach to the world of sex. But Harry knew. Maybe he didn't want me to feel like I had to. He understood everything was going to take time with me.

Still, a tiny part of me couldn't ignore the point she made. I'd rocked the boat for Harry. I'd made things into a bit of a chase. It was a new type of fun for him.

But he cared about me.

The niggling thought Lily had placed into my mind was pushed to the back. I reclined back into my sun lounger and closed my eyes allowing the Saturday afternoon sunshine to heat my body. I wasn't allowed peace and quiet for long though.

"You should ask him."

"Ask him what?"

"If he wants you to do anything for him."

"Lily, he's a boy. Of course he does."

"Then why don't you? Turn the tables a bit."

Lily had been extremely good at silencing me. Of course I wanted to return the favour to Harry but there were multiple things preventing me. One; I wouldn't even know where to start, two; nerves and three; I would probably make a fool of myself. I knew Harry was no stranger to anything sex related. He may not have had as many girls as people say but he'd still done everything, probably multiple times. I could never live up to that.

The thought left me feeling awkward for the rest of the day. One thing I'd realised since meeting Harry was that I was a massive over thinker. I'd begun to think that Harry would get bored of me if I didn't start getting more courageous in the bedroom department. Even the one time I'd been forward enough to ask him, it had sparked from a deep conversation that heightened my trust in him, it wasn't spontaneous.

I was glad when the rest of the girls joined us that night, distracting me from my thoughts. I was spared the torture of twenty questions about my now boyfriend, the girls instead choosing to have a soppy film night and mope over the fact that despite being experienced they were all still single. I simply sat on the couch, cuddled into a blanket, giggling at them. I finally had something over them.