What It Is (Harry Styles AU)

Fourteen (What feels right)

Fourteen (What feels right)

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore. – Ron Pope

Lara

Scott fell asleep sitting on my lap, leaning on my chest as I engaged in a conversation with Emma. I am so glad that he grew comfortable with me so quickly, it would definitely affect mine and Harry's relationship if he didn't like me.

After everyone's left – including Luke- I carried my favorite little boy up the stairs and put him to bed while Harry cleared up everything downstairs. I kiss Scott's forehead and turn off the lights going back down to find Harry finishing up. A huge grin forms on his face once he turns around and sees me.

"Hey," I speak to him quietly as he steps closer and sneaks his arms around my waist. I relax into his touch and sigh in contentment.

"Hi, babe," he murmurs, his mouth hovering dangerously close to mine.

Babe, babe, babe, babe...

The word echoes in my mind. He had never called me that before and I never thought I wanted him to, not until I heard how it sounds coming from him, that beautiful voice and that knowing smirk...

His lips attach themselves to my mouth in a passionate kiss that I completely fall into. Neither of us tries to slow down or take a step back because it feels right.

The guys I was with before I met Harry weren't the right ones. At the time I thought that they were, I mean I thought that even if things with them weren't that great sometimes they would improve as the relationships progressed. But things only ever got worse.

When I had sex before it was usually either in the heat of the moment or because I thought I was in love with the guy and really wanted to please him. With Harry it's different. Yes, I'm very turned on and yes, I want to please him, but that's not what this is about.

I want him. I want to be with him in every way possible. I want to experience everything that I can with him. I want to see all of his world and I want him to know all the things that make me who I am.

It's been two years since I've engaged in any type of activity with a guy and for a long time I thought I would never let it happen again, but here I am, allowing Harry to become my everything. I'm risking everything for a guy and that's something I promised myself I'd never do again, yet I can't find it in me to stop it.

I guess I just want this too much.

His lips leave my own and I embarrassingly let out a quiet whine, but recover as his lips leave a trail of kisses down my neck and then pause to suck on my collarbones. I don't even bother trying to control my moans, I want to make the most of this and that means letting myself enjoy it the way that I want.

"What do you like?" He asks and for a moment there I lose my voice. I don't know what I like, nobody has ever asked me that before. Sex for me has always been about pleasing the person I'm with, they never cared much about whether or not I got off. Yes, that's sad, but it's just how things go.

"Hmm?" I question, to make sure he's actually interested in what I have to say. Harry is a good guy, but even good guys lose their niceness when it comes to having sex sometimes. Most times, in my experience.

"What would you like me to do for you?" His voice sounds rougher than before as his mouth continues to work on my neck and his hands come up to cup my breasts.

What do I want?

Everything with you.

His hands carefully leave their position and explore my torso until he reaches the hem of my button up. He looks up at me as if asking for permission to go further and I bite my lip while nodding. His fingers work to undo the buttons and I'm left in just my back lace bra.