Rewind (Mature H.S)

All Night

When Harry parks in his driveway, I get out of the car but freeze when I see my father next door. I duck and I hear Harry walk around, his body sitting next to me.

"You still mad at him?" Harry asks, my head leaning against the car.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, his hand running through his hair.

"It's just...you should try to understand what happened. He was a mess when you guys left."

I just roll my eyes. He doesn't understand what happened. Our family is ruined because of him.

My head rolls and sets on his shoulder, his head turning to look at me. I feel him kiss the top of my head and I stay where I am, relaxing in Harry's presence for once.

He shifts and I lift my head, but he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.

"You are welcome to stay here if you want. I don't mind," he says, my head tilting to look up at him.

"The last time I was in this house, I believe I left," I say, his eyes rolling. I smirk and he kisses my temple, my comfort level growing on him.

"And the morning after sucked 'cause I wanted you here with me. I thought...we would do it," he says, my lips curving.

"You said 'do it'. You can't even say fuck," I tease, his eyes rolling.

"I honestly don't like referring to sex as fucking. It sounds so vulgar and all feeling is lost," he explains, my eyes examining his features.

"It doesn't always have to have feeling," I say, but he shakes his head.

"Sex always has feeling, whether emotional or physical. I try to have both when I have sex but someone hates being emotional," he groans, making me laugh.

"Sure, make me seem like the bad guy," I grin, his lips in a smile as he looks at me.

"You've got a beautiful smile, Claire Bear. You should show it more often," he compliments, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"I hate to smile though. It makes it seem like I'm happy when I'm not," I say, his eyes watching me closely.

"Perhaps I'm the reason you're smiling though," he cheekily grins, my eyes rolling but I keep smiling. I tug him closer and he pulls me onto his lap, my lips pressing to his.

"How many girls have you been with?" I ask, his hands holding my waist.

"Three," he says, kissing my neck after. "One was a serious relationship though."

I move my head down and I look him in the eyes, his arms keeping me locked to his body.

"I've been with six guys if you want to know," I say, his hands feeling my body. "And I'm starting to feel like you're my seventh."

Then he lifts me up and carries me into the house quickly, making sure my father doesn't see. He sets me down once inside and he wraps his arms around me, his eyes on me.

"I'm not going to let you leave tonight. I don't want that," he tells me, moving his hands to my cheeks.

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?" I ask, his lips pressing to my cheek. But he doesn't answer and instead, continues placing soft kisses on my face. It's very gentle and so relaxing that I don't know what to do with myself. It feels so good.

"Because I want you here with me. I've always wanted you to be with me," he whispers, our eyes meeting. "This right now is how I like you."

"What's that though?" I ask, not knowing exactly how he likes me. He's put up with my shit and it seems like he'll continue to.

"I like it when you're playful and happy like this. You let me kiss you and I like treating you like this," he say, my hands moving to grab his wrists.

"I'm not going to lie and say I'm not attracted to you. You're annoying as hell but you treat me unlike anyone else," I say, his hands grabbing mine. His eyes are on me and I look down, seeing our fingers together.

"I want you to be mine," he whispers, my eyes closing as he starts to kiss my jaw. "I am still trying to get you to see that but I want you to take your time. I won't do anything to hurt you."

My breathing is hitched in my throat and he grabs my waist, lifting his head. Before I respond, I lean up and press my lips to his. He lifts my waist and I wrap my legs around his waist and set my hands on his cheeks. He starts walking up the stairs carefully and he enters his room, my body set down.

"I-I want you," he whispers, my hands beginning to work against his shirt.

"I want you too, Tarzan," I say, his smile bright. I smile up and him and he removes his shirt. He lifts mine up and it's retracted, his eyes scanning my body.

We remove our shorts and he guides me to his bed, his body sitting and I climb onto his lap. "Claire, I want to go slow with you," he whispers, kissing my shoulder.

"Do what you want to me Harry. I don't mind," I tell him. I cup his chin and get him to look at me, his eyes soft and barely lust-filled. He wants me for me and I'm slowly beginning to understand that feeling.

I part my lips over his and slowly kiss him, his hands tracing my back. Then he unhooks my bra and I keep our kiss as I remove it. But he lifts me and lays me down, my head on the pillows while he hovers over me.

"Damn, Claire," he whispers, looking at me. I laugh, his smile bright. He kisses my cheek and starts kissing my chest, teasing me.

"Do you need me to use a condom?" he asks, lifting his head so his forehead is on mine.

"I'm on the pill," I respond, his lips kissing mine.

He moves his hands to my waist and slides his fingers into my panties, pulling them down my legs. He starts to kiss up the insides of my thighs and kisses my heat, making me close my eyes.

"I want all of you," I say, his hand holding my thigh before leaning down and kissing me. He keeps kissing me, clearly removing his boxers carefully as he does so. But when he enters me, my head throws back and I arch my back. I don't think I've ever been with someone of his size.

My hand grabs his shoulder and he buries his head in my neck, pulsing through me at the perfect pace.

"God, Harry," I say, his moves perfectly in sync to my body.

He lifts his head and I kiss his pink lips, feeling his warm breath mixing with mine. He treasures my body, feeling me completely. My hands continuously run down the muscles of his back, his arms holding himself up. But he collapses onto me to give me deeper thrusts and I bury my head in his shoulder. His hand cups the back of my head and I feel everything in this moment.

I've never felt when having sex before but this time I do. Harry's body against mine, the actions, the gentle movements. I feel for the first time and I don't ever want to go back.

"Fuck, Claire," he groans, my hands gripping his shoulders. My eyes close and I whimper, feeling my orgasm hit me. He comes and holds me close after pulling out, his arms strong and gleaming with sweat.

"Hold me," I whisper, his arms tightening. I have never begged for someone to hold me and right now, that's all I want. He starts to kiss my cheek and he grips my waist, holding me so close to him.

"I don't want to let you go," he whispers, my eyes closing as I curl closer to him.

"Then don't."

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