I sigh, feeling slightly guilty. I don't know why, though. I just feel like this is partly my fault.
But wait, why should I feel guilty because I said I wasn't ready to have sex with him yet? I need to explain to him why.
I hop off the bed(yes literally hop) and putt on my bra and his tshirt and lightly pad into the kitchen where he's sat at the table.
"Harry?" I say meekly. He doesn't talk to me, look at me, or even flinch when I call him. I sigh again and walk over to the table, sitting opposite him.
"Okay, I don't really think you should be mad at me." I say. His head snaps up, startling me.
"And why shouldn't I?" He growls. I fold my arms across my chest and lean back against the chair.
"I think the better question is why should you? You shouldn't be upset with me because I'm not ready to have sex with you yet." I say. He sulks in his chair, not having eye contact with me. I place my hand over his and he flinches but doesn't move it away which gives me a little reassurance.
"Please, just listen." I say. When he doesn't respond, I take that as my cue to begin.
"The reason why I'm not ready to have sex with you yet is because...I'm scared." I say, almost in a whisper. His look up to meet mine and when they are, they're soft.
"What are you afriad of?" He asks.
I bite my bottom lip.
"Well...a couple things..."
"Like..." He presses.
"I'm afraid that...I'm afraid it'll hurt." I say. Harry chuckles and stands up from the chair, pulling me close to him. He kisses the top of my head.
"Oh Cass." He says humouredly.
"I'm serious. I've heard it really hurts your first time." I say. He lifts my chin up yo look him straight in the eye.
"I'll be gentle." He whispers.
"I...I don't know, Harry." I say and sigh.
"Well, the offer always stands." he says. "I won't have sex with you...tonight." he says with a smirk.
I snuggle into his chest and he wraps his arms around me.
"Thank you." I say.
"Hey, just because I said we wouldn't have sex tonight doesn't mean we can't do...other things." His voice is suddenly ten octaves lower, his eyes filled with lust.
He takes my hand in his and leads me into his bedroom, kissing me passiontately before closing the door behind us.
I'm laid down on Harry's warm chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. I listen to his steady heart beat as he draws soothing patterns into my bare back.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Since we've only got a few hours left of...of being like this, I wanted to ask you something." I say, biting my bottom lip.
"Wait, what do you mean a few hours left?" He asks and I turn around so that my chin is resting on his chest and I can look up into his eyes.
"I mean, it's almost tomorrow and Derek will be here and all of this will be forgotten. We've only got a few hours left." I say.
"You're telling me after everything we did today, you don't feel any different about me?" He asks.
"No." I sigh and start to get off him but he pulls me back to him by my hand, our faces extremely close.
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Stranded
FanficLilliana(Lilli) René Parker is hated at school. Ever since her eighth year, she's been constantly made fun of. It's finally her last year of high school. Harry Styles and his gang are always making fun of her and she thinks she'll finally get away f...