All My Love

Chapter 71

| Flashback |

Here I am, once again, listening to Stella tell me a story about how she hooked up with this one guy from college. It gets quite annoying actually. Not because she's constantly telling me about her crazy affairs, but, because I have no stories to contribute.

As Stella continues to explain every detail of another drunken night, my mind takes me else where. Her voice is suddenly gone and I'm thinking about how much of prude I am. I've never done anything with a boy before, maybe a few butt grabs or dry humping during my sophomore year of high school, but that's about it. I know it's not a bad thing to still be a virgin but for some reason it really itches at my skin that I'm the only one out of my friends. I'm eighteen and inexperienced with everything. Without realizing, I'm up from the couch of my apartment that I share with Stella and she pulls my arm. I shoot my head down at her.

"What?"

"Where are you going?" She asks and I look at the front door. I'm not sure where I'm going to be honest.

"Out for a bit." I reply.

"It's midnight." Stella informs me and I nod in acceptance of the time.

"I'll be back." I tell her and hurry out of the apartment, walking to the stairs in stupidity. I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going but I'm hoping I know soon.

•••

I'm standing outside of Harry's apartment door and have been staring at the gold numbers for five minutes. I don't know whether to feel awkward or anxious for what could happen behind this door, if anything even does. If friends can kiss, can they do... Other stuff too? Plus I trust Harry, I trust him a lot from opening up to him about things in my past.

I take a deep breath and hold it in as I hit the door repeatedly with my knuckles. I take a five second break and do it again but harder. Now that I think about it, maybe he's not even home... I did see his car parked outside in his assigned spot though. Now that Michael is his roommate, I wouldn't be surprised if he's just out with him instead of taking two cars. Just as my fist goes to hit the door for the last time, it swings open.

"Bec?" Harry questions in a raspy voice. He must've been sleeping, now I feel bad. My eyes can't help but focus on the black boxer briefs that are hung below his hips. A line of clean-cut hair is coming out from the briefs and I gulp down my nerves before forcing my eyes to look up at his face. "It's almost one in the morning, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks with squinted, tired eyes and his voice holds sympathy. He pulls me into his place and shuts the door behind us. A yawn falls off his pink lips and he runs his hand through his hair to tame it from sleeping. This was a stupid idea. A horrible, terrible, humiliating idea that Harry was the one I came to. What the heck was I thinking?

"N-nothing. Nevermind." I stutter and begin to go towards the door but he stops me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, burning his worried eyes into mine and I look back at Michael's door that is thankfully open, indicating he must be gone.

"Is Michael going to be gone all night?" I ask and his eyes wonder to the bedroom before back at me with furrowed brows.

"Um... I don't know. Why?" Harry asks, letting go of my shoulders and I close my eyes, inhaling deeply before letting it out.

"I need you to help me with something." I bite my lip in nervousness and he crosses his arms, looking down at me with more interest.