Receiving Her (h.s. au)

VIII

Harry's POV

I sit in the lounge, working on my psychology homework when Owen comes and sits by me.

"What's up Harry?" he asks, my shoulders shrugging.

"Trying to finish this paper. I'm falling behind," I say, but I'm not really bothered. The reason I'm falling so far behind is because I find myself completely addicted to my girlfriend. The thought of Emma makes me smile.

"A little certain someone making you unfocused?" he nags, my eyes rolling.

"You are the same way with Leah so..." I say, his laugh filling the room.

"At least Leah and I get our work done. This is the essay from a week ago," he says, my lower lip taken between my teeth as I finish typing a thought.

"At least I'm doing it," I say, continuing my paper. He starts doing his own work but Leah soon comes and distracts him.

"Where's Emma?" I ask, her eyes diverting from her man to me.

"She's dancing," she smiles, my hand quickly shutting the laptop. What Emma doesn't know is I watch her dance almost every day, only because the girl is completely beautiful. Only a fool would watch her walk by and not try to get her. Hell, I would have bent over backwards to try and get her, but she needed reassurance. My timid girl has found comfort in me and I won't let that stop.

My feet walk down the halls and stop by the dance room, my eyebrows frowning when I see her dancing with a man today. He's moving with her in a way I don't like, her eyes closed as if she immune to moving in such a way.

They stop and she smiles, beginning to talk with him. He's looking at her in a way I don't like, my distaste to the sight in front of me growing into anger.

I open the door and she turns her head, smiling at me. At least her smile's brighter with me than the other guy. She walks over to me and I wrap my arm around her, kissing her cheek.

"I wasn't expecting you," she says, but she looks pleasantly surprised at my visit.

"I wanted to see you. You dance wonderfully," I whisper in her ear, kissing the skin near it. There is something about her skin that makes me want to kiss it every second.

"Thank you. I'm just going to grab my stuff and we can do something, okay?" she asks, my head nodding in response but I keep her close. She fits to me like a puzzle piece; her stature enabling me to rest my chin on the top of her head easily.

"I'm taking you back to mine," I tell her, her cheeks flushing. Her innocence protrudes with her blush; her beauty even more defined. I have never wanted a girl more once she told me of her ex-boyfriend. She didn't deserve to lose something so valuable to a bastard like him; she should have waited for someone who would treat her better.

"Okay," she smiles, my arm letting her go. She scurries to grab her bag and I glare at the man, his head turning to look at me. He quickly looks away, fully knowing I would destroy him if he were to fight me. The man is two times smaller than me muscle-wise.

I walk out of the classroom and wait for Emma, the blue-eyed beauty exiting a few seconds after. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her hair, leading her to my truck.

"Can you take me to my apartment first so I can shower?" she asks, my head turning to look down at her.

"Sure, Rookie," I smile, her cheeks flushing at the nickname. It made her flush the first time I said it and it has ever since, so I continue it. She's my little Rookie.

I unlock the truck and lift her into it, her body sitting down. After I get in beside her, I grab her hand and drive us to her apartment building.

We get out and I lean her against my truck first, her head tilting to look up at me. "I want you to stay the night with me again," I tell her, my forehead pressing to hers. I spent the night with her once and I hated leaving in the morning. She's so easy to hold and I like holding her; the warm body so light and warm beneath the covers.

"Okay," she grins, my nose brushing hers. The effect she has on me in so unexplainable. I would do almost anything for her and we have barely dated a month.

Her fingers grab my arms and I press a kiss to her lips, my eyes closing as she lets me kiss her. She has the gentlest kiss and it leaves me breathless, as lame as that sounds. I've never had anything like this. Emma has captivated me on every single level.

She pulls away and I lead her into her apartment, never pushing my luck when kissing her. Sure, I'd love to be able to make her feel good, have her in a way to show her I'd never do anything like her previous experience, but I would never and will never force her to do anything.

"Harry," she says, my head looking down at her.

"Will your roommates be there?" she asks, my arm holding her to my side. She rarely comes to my place because of the two guys I live with, but tonight they have a soccer match out of town.

"No. I would never invite you over if they were there," I say, her head leaning onto my shoulder. I smile and kiss her hair, happy I've received her trust.

She unlocks her apartment door and immediately shuts it, my eyebrows frowning with confusion.

"What's wrong?" I ask, her body turning around to face me.

"There are two people having sex on my couch," she whispers, her eyes falling to the ground.

"Leah?" I ask, her head nodding. I can tell it bothers her that they happen to be having sex in a place she lives, so I grab her waist and pull her close.

"You can shower at my place. It's no big deal," I say, her lips releasing a sigh.

"I don't have clothes," she whispers, my fingers brushing her hair behind her ear. She's so cute; her blue eyes as light as the sky.

"You can wear my clothes. I'm sure they'll be big, but it's probably better than your dance clothes," I say, her long hair brushed behind her shoulder by my fingers.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, my head leaning down to kiss her warm cheek.

"Of course," I reply, her eyes looking into mine. She finally nods in response and I grab her hand, walking back to my truck with her. I lift her up and then get in after, driving across the street to my place.

I park in the garage and I look over at her, her eyes curiously looking around the garage at all the tools. Living with an engineer brings so much junk into the house.

"One's an engineer. Collects this kind of stuff," I explain, her lips curving. She nods and turns her head to look at me.

I lean over and kiss her, unable to stop myself. She has the most perfect lips and kissing them is so amazing.

I pull away and she smiles, my lips kissing her cheek. Emma is beautiful.

Upon lifting her out of the truck, she grabs my hand and I walk her inside. I frown when I realize the house is a mess, her eyes looking around. Footballs clutter the floor, clothes are everywhere, and food wrappers liter the kitchen.

"It's a mess. I should have cleaned," I say, but she shrugs.

"It's alright," she smiles, but I know I should have. She should know I'm not a slob.

"Here, my room isn't a mess so I'll carry you through this one," I say, leaning down. I hook my arms beneath her back and knees, carrying her through the messy halls. She leans her head into the crook of my neck and I smile, her innocence so beautiful. She is the softest, gentlest person; so fragile she'll break if you hold her too tight or frighten her. She's a baby deer, and I'll be her elk of a protector.

Clearly she weighs less than the weights I lift, her body slim and easily managed. Her arm is hooked around my neck and I feel her fingers brush through my hair lightly, the touch making my heart pound. She has no idea the effect she has on me; the way I'd do anything to see her smile, see her blush, not to mention be around her. I'm completely crazy about her.

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