Desolate - h.s. ✓

° sixty-six ° *

     It was about eight when I woke up, Harry surprisingly not wrapped around me. When I glanced over, it was obviously only because he was hugging a pillow, a smile on my face as I got up to use the bathroom. Grabbing my toothbrush, I picked up the toothpaste also, heading brush my teeth. It didn't take me very long, but I realized just how much I had to pee as I was finishing. However, I was very displeased when I pulled my underwear down, thankful I had packed tampons, but wishing that this hadn't happened when we were alone all weekend.

My underwear didn't look horrible, but it was obvious I had been bleeding. Pulling them up my legs again, I flushed the toilet, washing my hands and heading into the room. Harry was still sleeping as I grabbed a tampon, setting it on the counter after I decided that I would much rather shower first. Turning on the water, I undressed, stepping into the glass shower. I didn't think I was taking that long, but I jumped when I turned away from the back wall, seeing Harry standing in the bathroom using the toilet "You scared me."

"Mm, I'm sorry, baby."

He flushed the toilet, his boxers already off. I watched as he brushed his teeth at the sink, finishing rather quickly before he stepped into the shower with me. I leaned into him, Harry chuckling as he glanced down at me. We were both kind of quiet, Harry wrapping his arms around me easily. The two of us kissed briefly, my boyfriend pulling away after a couple of seconds so that he could wash his hair.

"I think you'll be happy to know I'm not pregnant."

He glanced with the, "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" look, my cheeks flushing quickly. I didn't want to flat out tell him I was on my period, but before I could say anything, Harry was talking.

"Were you concerned that you were?"

"No. I just mean, like ... I got my period today."

"Ohhh. That's okay. I'm willing to fuck and finger you, I just have to draw the line at eating you out."

"I don't want to make a mess," I told him timidly. "That's so messy, and the sheets are white, and —"

"We can set a towel down. Fuck, do you know how easy it would be to fuck you?"

"What? Harry, I don't even —"

"It's practically extra lubricant. We're totally fucking again tonight. My face was flushed, Harry leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. I laughed when he pulled away, his hands cupping my thighs. Harry lifted me up, pressing my back up against the freezing tile wall. I gasped softly, Harry pressing kisses to my jaw easily.

"I want to fuck you right now."

"Really?"

"If you let me. I'll buy you breakfast, and we can walk around the shops. Get this, I'll even buy you another charm."

"You don't have —"

"Ah, ah, ah. My rules. Do you accept?"

"I've never had shower sex."

He shrugged, not commenting on his experience with it. I knew for a fact that he had done this before then, and while I shouldn't have been jealous, I kind of was. It was simply because I knew he had been with four people prior to me, and now I loved this boy with all of my heart.

"Nicole?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I fuck you?"

"Yeah."

He kept me up with one arm, my face flushed as I watched him grab himself and position himself in front of my entrance. Harry's eyes met mine before we both glanced back down, my stomach fluttering when his tip pressed in. He eased in slowly, my body tensing slightly, but not nearly as much as it had previously. Harry smiled, brushing my hair back behind my ear.