After last night, I could only imagine how much Harry would end up crying an whining about his headache.
I watched closely, listening to his soft snores, as he sleeps. He's like a baby. So cute and gentle, his arms wrapped around my waist.
I quietly lift his arm off my waist and get out f bed. He stirs as he starts to regain his sleep. I change into a pair of sweats and a shirt, making my way out the house and to the car. I drive quickly down the street and to the local supermarket. I make my way in and buy pain relievers and a few tubs of ice cream. As I stand in line, I can't help but notice one magazine in a rack that had my name plastered on it. I liked it up, studying the picture of Harry drunk, while I support him, his arm over my shoulders. I remember how his weight was all over me and he kept whispering dirty things in my ear that I know he didn't mean.
'Haley helps drunk Harry to their home, a look of disgust on her face. Can she handle him?'
That was last night and they already have it all over the magazines. Can I handle him? Of course I can, if I handle my father, I can handle Harry.
I took the magazine and bought it, along with the pain relievers and tubs of ice cream. I made my way to my car an back home to Harry. I walk into the kitchen to put the tubs of ice cream away.
"Hey Babe. Where'd you go?" I hear Harry ask from behind me. I struggle tiger my upper body out of the freezer. I hear him chuckle as he comes behind me to help me. He turns me around pressing his body against me, his hands placed tight on my waist and my hands make their way to the back if his neck, playing with his curls.
"I hope you bought pain relievers. My head is killing me." He grunts. I laugh at his silliness as I reach over grabbing the pain relievers. I get out of his grip and full a glass of water. I hand Harry two pills and the water and watch as he takes the pills.
"So, about what I said last night-" Harry starts.
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You were drunk." I reassure him.
"Remember when I said 'Can you imagine how good I make you feel at night? How loud you'd be screaming my name? How weak your legs will be when you finally give in and let me pleasure you?'" He whispered seductively in my ear, pulling our bodies close, tugging at my waist.
We've been dating for a year and two months now and I made it clear in the beginning of our relationship that I would not dare loose my virginity, at least not until marriage. But with him here, I can't hold it anymore. I need him now.
"Yes I do." I stutter.
"Let me make love to you." He whispered, staring into my eyes, brushing his lips against mine. I didn't know how else to respond but kiss him lightly. He took it as a yes, leading me up to our room. It was finally time.
I was going to loose my virginity to the love of my life.
