Same Mistakes

Jaylyn's Big Decision

[Jaylyn's POV] |A Few Days Later|

"How are they," Harry asked as we settled into bed for the second to last time in Paris.

"Good. Niall said that all the surgeries went really well and they're going home tonight. Haven's going to be just fine, and Janine will be in recovery for a few weeks, but that everything turned out exactly how they'd hoped."

"That's great!" Harry put his arm around me, "get some sleep, baby, because as out last day in Paris, we're gonna enjoy it," his voice was seductive, and I liked it.

Recently Harry had been really tempting. Half of me wanted to give in. The other half was so scared of what might happen.

I love Harry with every fiber in my being, but having sex with him scared the shit out of me.

I definitely want to marry him, which means eventually I'll end up having sex with him, but it still scared me.

We haven't talked about it, I've wanted to but I don't know how to. Sometimes we'll be watching TV and I'll let his hands wander, but I can't bring myself to do the same.

Harry started to rub my lower back. He fell asleep within five minutes of that. I couldn't sleep, I wanted him so bad it hurt, but I just couldn't.

I slept terribly that night, when I awoke I could smell blueberry waffles, bacon, and I could hear Harry singing.

I slept in short shorts and a tang top last night, so I wrapped myself in a blanket and went to the kitchen area.

Harry was dancing as he was cooking, it was really fucking cute. He turned around and his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"BABYYY!!!!" Harry came up to me and kissed me more passionate than he ever has.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Cooking for my love with my love." I laughed out loud at his lame joke. "Stay in your pajamas today, love. It's just you and me in the hotel room aalllll day, okay?"

There it was, his smile that said "can we do it yet?" I wanted to give a smile that said yes, but I just said "I'm going to go brush my teeth."

God, Jaylyn, you're so stupid!

When I got back to the kitchen Harry was setting up the TV tables, there were flower vases all over the living room, and flower petals on the couch.

It was so romantic. Harry was wearing exactly what he slept in last night, which was green and purple plaid boxers, and socks. That's it!

He had his hair back in a bun, his man-bun is definitely the hottest thing he does.

"Come on, babe." He pat the couch next to him. "Let's eat. I've got a bunch of romantic movies for us to watch."

"Uhh, okay." I sat next to Harry, and he moved closer to me. His thigh was so warm on mine.

He started the movie, The Notebook, of course, Harry's such a softy. Harry and I started to eat our heart shaped waffles and bacon from our shared plate.

After we finished Harry brought the food stuff back to the kitchen and came back to snuggle.

Side by side, with his pelvis pressed against my butt. His hand is under my shirt, resting on my stomach.

Every once in a while I'll lean up and kiss his chin, whenever I did he would put his chest on my back for a few seconds.

Did he know what he was doing to me? Was I doing the same to him?

At the sene where Ali and Noah were in the street after the movie, I roll around to face Harry, "yes, love?" He looked down into my eyes.

Those green eyes could melt Antartica, "I love you, Harry Edward Styles."

"I love you, too, Jaylyn Madison Diaz." He leaned down and kissed my neck.

"Harry-" I pushed him back.

"Wha- what is it?"

"I want to make love to you, Harry."

"Do you know how long I've waited to hear those words?"

"I'm so nervous, Harry."

"We can stop if you want to, and I'll be right here with you the whole time. No worries, okay?"

I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him close to me, inviting him to love me.

He was slow, kissing my neck, grinding on me. He pulled a remote out of literally nowhere and clicked "play" . "Slow Motion" by Trey Songz started to play.

"How long have you been planning this?"

"Shhh. We'll talk later." His hands wondered, my heart was beating faster than ever. I could hear it in my ears. That and Harry panting.

The music was there, but I couldn't hear it unless I really concentrated on it. It was low, and Harry was getting very excited.

I could feel him, "are you sure?"

I breathed heavily, millions of thoughts running through my head, doubts, uncertainties. I pushed them aside, took a deep breath, "yes."