The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

"One last thing Carter." He says as he runs his fingers along the hem of my panties.

"What Harry?" I was growing annoyed at how much he was delaying this. Did he even want to do it with me? Or would he rather Haille? The mention of her name in my thoughts adds to the annoyance.

"You do know that I really, really do love you, right?"

I can't help the smile on my face. I hadn't forgiven him yet. Hell who could blame me? I just found out less than two hours ago. I'm not sure how long it will take me to forgive him, but that doesn't mean I can stay away from him. I love him with my heart. Every fiber of me loves him. "Yes."

"Do you love me?" He smirks.

"Yes." My smile grows even more.

He pulls down my panties slowly. I feel the anxiety grow inside of me but I know I'm ready. I know I'm ready to give everything to him.

"I'll be gentle." He whispers in my ear, his hair tickling my cheek.

I nod my head. I'm not really sure what to do. I lay there as he pulls down his boxers, letting his erection come into full view. I feel my breathing become uneven and my cheeks becoming red. He rips open the package with his teeth, throwing the foil to the side. I try my best to look away as he rolls the condom on the bulge. I almost felt embarrassed. I was beyond clueless to these sort of things and here we have Harry who's done it a million times. Harry's done it a lot of times. With a lot of girls. Was I just another one? No. He loves me. I love him. Was I doubting him? Our love? I couldn't be. There was nothing to doubt.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks me, bring my face to look at him.

"Y-yeah. I'm just a little nervous." I give him a small smile.

"I'll go nice and slow baby."

He reaches for my back and takes off my bra, throwing it to the side. I hadn't even noticed he took off his shirt. I was too busy with my own thoughts.

"Alright." He sighs. He begins to thrust in slightly and I feel a tiny pinch.

He thrusts in a a little deeper and I snap my eyes shut. I now feel the pain. The pain that everybody feels when they lose their virginity.

"No baby. Look at me." He caresses my cheek.

I open my eyes to his touch. The movements were slow but it still hurt. This was all new to me.

He goes a little deeper and I feel a hot tear fall down my cheek. Why was I so fucking emotional? Because it hurt, Carter. That's why.

"Baby. Please don't cry." He whispers and kisses the tear away. "I know it hurts. I would take it away if I could."

HARRY'S P.O.V

I looked at her eyes, brimming with tears. I felt like shit for hurting her. She was so innocent. And I don't mean by taking her virginity. I mean by making out with Haille. I don't even know why the fuck I did that. Haille lured me in and she had that dress on but she her lips will never feel like Carter's soft, plump ones. The way she fits perfectly on my lap. Carter was perfect. Haille was just there and Im pretty sure she tries to fuck every guy she comes close to. I tried to picture it as Carter the best I could but it never felt right. It never felt as good as Carter did, her soft skin, her fragile arms wrapped around me. It was the best feeling in the world. That no one but Carter could give me. Hell every time I saw Carter it was like she was the only girl in the room. I have to stop fucking everything up or I'll lose her. And I can't.

CARTER'S P.O.V

"Harry." I moan. The pain is becoming less and less as we go on. It's now a mixture of a pinching and a strange feeling.

He began to thrust a little faster. I knew the feeling building up in my stomach.

"Fuck Carter." Harry speaks through gritted teeth.

We're both struggling to breath and I know he's close also.

"Faster Harry." I moan.

"Carter I-"

"Harry." I grab his arm. "Please go faster."

My grip stays on his arm as his thrusts move at a quicker pace. I feel my legs stiffen up and I come undone. "I love you Harry." I moan as I hit my climax.

He does the same seconds later, throwing his head back. "I love you Carter." He replies, his voice hoarse.

He collapses next to me, rolling the condom off and tucking it into the discarded package that landed on the nightstand. I pull the covers up and snuggle into Harry's bare chest.

"How are you feeling?" He talks into my hair.

"Sore." I smile.

"I've never fu-. I mean slept with a virgin before." He watches intently as I trace the swallows inked on his chest.

"Is it bad that I'm not surprised?" I smile at him.

His laugh rings through my ears. It was one of my favorite sounds. Besides his voice. And his heartbeat. Besides his everything.

"So am I forgiven?" He asks, lacing his fingers with mine.

"No." I state. He wasn't forgiven. It's not as easy as that. It's a little more complicated. Like everything else anymore. Sure, I did just give my virginity to him, but during the two hours I was away from him, I realized something. I need him. I need him just like he needs me. I can't stay away from him and I won't.

I could tell he is shocked. "What?"

"I can't forgive you yet."

He remains speechless. He must think I'm crazy.

"But I can't stay away from you." I smile, connecting my lips with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me close by my back.

"You know Haille's lips were never this good." He smirks as he pulls away.

I pick at my nails. Hearing Harry say Haille's name almost hurts. It still hurts to know that they would both do that to me. I really just don't want to hear about it.

"I-I shouldn't have said that. I-" He begins to apologize.

"It's okay. I'm just going to find something to wear so we can leave." I pull myself up off the bed, scattering around the room quickly to find clothes. I quickly grab my bra and panties from the floor and walk into the bathroom to get dressed.

HARRY'S P.O.V

Nice job you fucking asshole. Why the hell would I say that to her? This is what I mean. She's way too good for me. I'm such a fuck up.

CARTER'S P.O.V

I walk out of the bathroom, dressed in yesterday's clothes, my hair pulled into a ponytail. Harry is dressed and waiting by the door.

I walk over to the bed to pull up the covers. I find myself disgusted when I see the bloody sheets.

"Um. I should probably wash these." I rip them off the bed, walking to the bathroom and throwing them in the washer. I pull up the covers on the bed and scribble down a quick note, letting the hotel cleaners know the sheets are already in the washer. The last thing I need them to see is my blood. I leave the note on the bed and walk out of the hotel room with Harry.

He has my virginity now and I pray that he keeps it safe.