Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

t w e n t y - f o u r

"Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite."

Wake me up x Ed Sheeran

"Sorry if my mom made it really awkward for you.. there was a reason I told you not to bother coming to the door." I speak out in the quiet car, nothing but a soft hum of music in the background as we neared the venue.

"She was very nice actually, and did you seriously think I wasn't going to come to the door?" He asked looking over at me as we stopped at a red light. "I'm not an asshole Stella." He finished raising his eyebrow.

No, of course he wasn't. He was a saint. Full out perfection in one person. The two of us together was one hell of a juxtaposition.

I shake my head and smile as a response to him. As the light turns green, I feel his hand on my thigh. His action not one of sexual desire, but of content almost. That having an actual connection with me rallied the fact that I was here, and that I was with him. The touch, one so close to my core would normally burn a lust within me, but it now only sending a rush of blood to tint my cheeks. This only forced my heart to ache more at the fact of what I have done to him.

I was a liar, which wasn't much of a shock to me, but something about lying to someone who brings me new desires and hopes makes me feel like nothing more than a, well, whore.

His thumb started to move back and forth along my inner thigh, the car turning into the parking lot filled with other teens, and limos, and fancy cars. He moved to a parking spot, killing the engine once we were set. I remained stationary as he started to rummage about the car, getting prepared to enter the building. My eyes focused on the corsage upon my wrist, fiddling with the delicate petals. The nerves inside my stomach never seemed to end, and the fact that we were here, actually doing this only made it much worse.

I never cared what others thought of me before, I never cared about people in general. What the fuck is Harry doing to me, and why won't this gut-wrenching feeling leave?

I catch myself frightened by Harry's hand being placed on my shoulder. I look up towards his bright eyes as he looks at me with furrowed brows. His gaze moving to my fingertips pressing against the soft texture of the rose. "You don't like it? I mean I can go get you another one now if you think it doesn't match or whatever. I should've gotten you a black one or something- I didn't even think about it" He started to franticly move about his mannerisms as he was worrying over such petty details. He seemed so concerned for me, only making the feeling worse.

"Harry, stop would you?" I laughed lightly, placing my hand on his forearm. "Its fine, the corsage is lovely. Now let's get inside so I'm not tempted to blow you in the middle of this parking lot. Your tux is enough to make me horny." I finish with a smirk and a kiss to his lips before opening the passenger door.

He follows and locks the car before walking beside me. He surprises me by brushing our hands together, and initially taking hold of it intertwining our fingers. I look up to him with a risen eyebrow, questioning his actions and attempted masking the rapid spike of my heartbeat. He didn't acknowledge my questioning stare, but just stared straight with a smirk on his face as we neared the entrance. I decided to let it be, and chose to enjoy the evening for Harry's sake... it's the least I could do.

And quite honestly, I didn't mind the feeling of his hand within mine.

We made it through the crowd of other seniors, and peers and into the main hall of the event. This year's theme being one of the most cliché with "A Night in Paris". Although I've never been one for organized group functions in general, the setting almost left me breathless. The entire ceiling lined with faint fairy lights, emitting the warm glow into the dim room. Pastel pinks, and black accents covered the tables and almost all the decorations. The cherry topper though, the thing that held my attention the most was Harry himself. The way the environment around him engulfed him in this warm, soft feeling that made him even more lovely- if that was possible.