Dictator [One Direction AU]

7

Date: 04.03.2063

Harry slowly dropped Jane onto her bed where she wiped her tears on the satin sheets while the boy watched on concerned, there was something different about the girl laying in front of him.

"What happened Jane?" Harry sat beside the weeping girl and stroked her hair gently, trying to calm her. Looking up with watery eyes, Jane couldn't help but feel relaxed with him sat so close to her; the pain however was still very present and the memories stung like acid at the back her tongue.

"He took my virginity," the girl whispered with a hoarse throat, hoping that the fact she was no longer pure wouldn't put Harry off, "And then slapped me because I didn't enjoy it."

"Bastard," Harry cursed and then apologized after seeing the shocked look on Jane's face, she was not used to hearing others swear in such public areas. She had also not expected her angel to know such vulgar words, he seemed too godlike to engage in those words.

"It hurts," Jane whined quietly, feeling the red hot pain subside slightly but it was still a dull ache on her buttocks.

"I'll run you a bath," Harry mumbled into her ear and went away to her bathroom which was decorated as elaborately as the rest of the house. Harry saw no use in the fancy painting or curtains that hung in the house, he saw no reason why everything had to be so expensive. He knew that it was all just for show and had no practical uses.

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Carrying Jane gently to the bathroom, Harry was about to leave when Jane grabbed his bicep. She didn't want to be alone.

"Wouldn't you like some privacy while you bathe?" Harry stammered, caught off guard by the girl's sudden confidence.

"Please stay with me," she asked in a quiet voice which he couldn't resist. He stood by the door as Jane slowly began to undress, keeping eye contact with the boy who was beginning to sweat.

When Jane revealed her large breasts Harry couldn't help himself as he ran towards her, smashing his lips onto her pillow-like ones. After the initial shock, Jane kissed back, savouring the taste of his tongue. Pulling away, Harry cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them softly, careful to not cause her any more pain. The pair stood breathing heavily for a few seconds before Jane got inside the bath, indicating that Harry follow suit.

The boy, who was so entranced by the beauty that was in front of him, got inside the bath tub fully clothed which caused Jane to laugh hysterically. But when the laughter ceased Jane couldn't help but admire how beautiful he looked with his white shirt ,almost transparent from the water, with the fabric clinging to his skin which exposed every muscle.

He left a wet kiss on her forehead and smiled at her softly, he had never felt as happy. There was something about being around each other that made the pair feel content. Fulfilled.

"This is so wrong," Harry murmured into her ear whilst stroking her breasts, sending chills down her spine. She loved the feel of his hands gliding over her skin, he made electricity course through her veins.

"How can something that feels this good be wrong?" She replied back and before he could answer she interlocked his lips with hers, there was something magical about kissing him. It was like every time she was near him her worries washed away.

"You are too beautiful to be real," Harry groaned out as he stared at her, there was something about her that made fireworks go off inside him. Usually with girls, Harry had just wanted to have fun with them, but when he looked Jane he knew that he wanted much more. Rather than imagining her in bed, he imagined her in a bride's dress, he imagined waking up next to her and smiling at her. He imagined growing old with her.

"I never believed in love," he mumbled while tracing shapes on her body, "And you may think I'm crazy for saying this seeing as we only just met but Jane, I think I'm in love with you."

He took her hand in his and looked up at her with wide eyes, waiting for her reply. Jane couldn't feel anything other than happiness, immense joy consumed her.

"Love at first sight is only something talked about in fairytales. How can we be sure what we feel is love?" Jane asked with caution, not wanting to break the peace that hung over them.

"We can be sure by the way our hearts beat in the same rhythm. We can be sure by the fact that the moon herself watches over us like a guardian angel, her beams shining through that very window," Harry looked out the window where the full moon was almost smiling at him, its rays lighting up the room.

Jane grinned and buried her head in the crook of his neck, wanting to be near him; she basked in his warmth, in his smell, in his presence.

"I am so in love with you that it hurts," Jane whispered to him and Harry felt pride wash over him. What they had was more special than any cliche romance novel, their love was so timeless that not even Romeo and his dear Juliet could challenge them. It was as if it was their fate to meet, and then both would feel whole. Jane's purpose in life was to love Harry and Harry's role was to love her back.

They needed each other as much as night needed day, as much as the moon needed the sun, as much as the darkness needed the light.