All My Love || Harry Styles

Chapter 14

WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT

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I've never considered myself a particularly sexual person, I mean I lost my virginity at 19 to my boyfriend at the time. We had been together for six months, I thought he was the love of my life... turns out I wasn't the only girl he considered his girlfriend.

After that, I was left feeling completely shattered. It was like my heart had been stomped on and I couldn't help but question my own worth. Every compliment that came my way felt hollow like people were just buttering me up to get something in return.

I became sceptical of everyone's intentions. I wondered if they truly liked me or if they had ulterior motives. It was a constant battle in my mind, trying to decipher between genuine kindness and hidden agendas. The belief that I wasn't good enough ate away at my self-esteem day by day.

But Harry... there's something about him that ignites a fire within me. When he's around, I can't help but feel an electric surge of confidence coursing through my veins. It's as if he possesses this innate ability to make me believe in my own worth, to see myself in a whole new light.

The way he looks at me is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's not just a passing glance or a casual observation. No, his gaze pierces through the superficial layers, delving deep into the depths of my soul. In those moments, I feel seen, truly seen, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

Startled by the sudden knock, I snap out of my thoughts, my heart skipping a beat. His voice, laced with concern "Lu, you okay."

I cast one final glance at the mirror, taking in the reflection of myself in the comfortable hoodie and trackies Harry laid out for me.

I walk over to the door, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling within me. As I turn the knob, the door swings open to reveal Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes immediately drawn to my presence. He stands up, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he takes a step closer, closing the distance between us.

His gaze lingers on my attire, his hand instinctively reaching out to grip the waistband of the trackies. A playful glimmer dances in his eyes as he tugs lightly at the fabric. "Glad they fit," he remarks, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. The corners of my mouth curve into a small smile as I respond, "Barely, lucky they are drawstring."

There's a brief pause, our eyes locked in a charged silence. "There's only one bed," he says breaking the silence "You can have it, I'll stay on the couch" he adds.

"That's probably a good idea," I say, feeling a flutter of anticipation as I take a step closer to him. His eyes meet mine, and I notice a hint of desire flickering within them. His tongue darts out, tracing over his lower lip before he bites down gently, as if contemplating something.

"Plus, the couch does look pretty comfortable," I say, my voice slightly breathless as I graze my finger lightly up his arm. "It does, doesn't it?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, as he hooks his finger into the hem of my pants and pulls me closer, closing the gap between us.

"Maybe I'll take the bed," he says, his voice low and suggestive. He lifts his hand to my face, his touch gentle as he glides his finger over my lips. My breath hitches, and I meet his gaze, feeling the heat of desire coursing through my veins.

"And you can take the couch," he adds, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His playful smirk only fuels the growing desire within me. But before I can respond, his mouth hovers just inches from mine, his warm breath caressing my lips. I feel a rush of electricity coursing through me as his hand gently cups my face, his touch both tender and enticing.