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Chapter 11.

I am not sure if I even want to do this with Harry. We only barely started dating.

"Harry.." I stop kissing him.

"Yeah?" He stops his motions.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He laughs, "Don't worry, I know you don't want to do that. And we wont until you are ready." He pecks the tip of my nose and gets off of me just to lay right next to me

"Thank you." I smile.

"Yeah," He smiles, "Let's watch a movie then." He suggests.

"What movie?"

"Umm, I'm not sure.." He thinks and furrows his eyebrows. Something about him I love as well. "What did you have in mind?

"I don't know, that's why I asked you!" I laugh. "Let's just search something on Netflix." I shrug.

"Alright." He agrees and we climb off the bed to sit on the floor with the TV directly in front of us.

"What about Insidious?" Harry smirks and I smack his arm.

"How did you know about that?" I frown.

"Niall told me how scared you were." He throws his head back in laughter and I roll my eyes as I recall that night. I had to sleep alone after they left as well because Harry informed me about sleeping over at Macie's house. What if he did do.. stuff with her that night?

"Scarlett?" Harry brings me closer to him.

"Oh, sorry." I laugh. He does too.

"What were you thinking about?" Harry asks as he tries to figure out what we can watch.

I shrug, "Just stuff." I'm not sure if I should ask him.. I'm curious but I don't know if I really want to find out if they did anything.

"Stuff like what?"

"Like.. I don't know.." I contemplate, "What did you and Macie do that you slept at her house?" The words tumble from my lips before I can stop them.

He seems surprised when I ask and frowns at me, "What?"

I shrug. He heard, I don't have to repeat myself and I'm just curious.

"I don't think you really want to know that Scar.." So they did do something that night.

"Oh." I don't know what else to say. I know I shouldn't be mad at all because that was before we were even together, but it still makes me mad that he did things with her.

"Are you mad?" He asks after a while.

"No, I don't have a reason to be." I admit, because I really don't. I did ask in the first place and he basically answered.

"It seems like you're mad," He nudges my arms.

I laugh, "I'm not.. It's just sort of weird," I confess.

"Weird how?" He doesn't get it.

"Okay.." I let out a breath, "If you knew me and my ex did some.. things, how would you feel?" I ask.

"Oh," He frowns and he looks a bit mad now, "I'd feel weird too." He looks at the TV instead.

"Exactly." I say.

"Do you want to watch the Dictator?" He asks still not making eye contact.

"Sure," I love that movie. I've seen it about 4 times but it still doesn't get old.

He picks that movie and I laugh so hard in some certain scenes. Harry doesn't though, he just stays quiet, but he ends up giggling in some parts that he just can't help but laugh at.

.

"Did you like it?" I ask once the movie is over with.

"Yes, I've already watched it before." He shrugs.

"Oh." Why is he acting so weird? Is it because I asked about him and Macie?

"Why are you acting weird?" I finally decide to ask him.

He shrugs, "I'm not."

I huff, "Okay then." I get up and begin to walk towards the bathroom door.

"Where are you going?" He calls.

"Bathroom," I shrug and he tugs on my arm and turns me backwards so that I am now facing him, my chest brushed up against his.

"What?" I frown.

"I'm sorry for being a dick." He sighs.

"Yeah. Why were you acting like that?"

He scratches the back of his neck, "It's just.. what you said. About you and your ex." He confesses and then I realize it.

I laugh, "Why did you get mad over that?"

"I didn't get mad, I just hate when you say anything like that." He tells me.

"Oh." I've never even done anything like that with anyone.. Me and Harry were best friends but we never told each other anything about stuff like that. Especially because when I had boyfriends, I never did anything with them so there really wasn't much to tell,

"Did you?" He asks after a moment of silence.

"Did I what?"

"Did you do anything with him.." He repeats.

"Oh! No. I didn't." I shrug.

"So, you're still a virgin?" He comes closer.

"Yes.." I take a step back.

He smirks, "Has any guy ever even touched you before? I don't remember you telling me anything about that." He chuckles.

I feel my cheeks flush, "N-No, why does it matter?" Why am I even nervous around Harry?

"I like that," He admits and pushed me closer to the bed until I am laying down, with him on top of me.

"So, you've never even had an orgasm?" He questions. Why is he asking so many questions?

"No, I haven't." I huff.

"Would you like to?" Harry asks.

"What?" I push him back by his chest and I feel my cheeks turn red by the second.

Harry laughs, "I was kidding," He kisses my cheek. "Sort of."