Rewind (Mature H.S)

Heat

My eyes struggle to adjust to the light, my body moving to the edge of the bed. But a strong arm tugs me closer and I turn, Harry keeping me close to his body. I frown, wanting coffee more so than ever. I roll out from his grasp and he grabs the pillow, continuing to sleep. My hands grab his shirt and I button it onto my body, walking down the stairs without anything but his shirt and my panties on.

I start to make coffee and I put my hair up, hearing Harry groan from upstairs. He says a few curse words and I can tell he thinks I've left. But while the coffee is brewing, I quietly walk up the stairs and see him lying face down in his pillows.

The smile that takes over my face is unexpected and I feel myself happy with our night. I've never been there the morning after, but with Harry it was different.

So I run and jump onto the bed, his head turning to the side. My arms wrap around his neck and he tugs me into him, his head burying into my neck.

"I was making coffee. Do you want any?" I ask, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Fuck, I thought you left." he whispers, disregarding my question.

"I wouldn't leave. Last night was different," I say, his head lifting. I see his bright green eyes and his messy curls, my eyes admiring the sight.

"You're fucking hot," I grin, his smile lazy before he rolls on top of me. Despite the morning breath, our morning is full of kisses and teasing touches.

"You wait here," I tell him, his eyes watching me. I get up and he watches my ass as I walk away, going to get my coffee. But while I'm pouring myself a mug, his arms wrap around my waist and he starts to nip at my neck.

"You taste good in the morning," he moans, his voice raspy and slow. My hand sets on his cheek as he marks my skin, his lips so plump it's intoxicating.

"I've never gone that long before," he whispers, my body curled into him. He feels so good against me and I don't want to know what happens after this.

"Three rounds is a shitload," I smile, his arm turning me around.

"You have no idea what last night felt like for me," he says, shaking his head. He keeps his lips straight and I watch him closely. "I-I have never done anything like that before. You are so good and I just...I felt like you wanted me. You probably didn't but I understand."

I watch him express his emotions and he furrows his eyebrows. So I grab his chin again and lean up, his eyes looking at me.

"I have never wanted someone to hold me after sex and I let you," I whisper, pecking his lips lightly. "I wanted to stay with you and be with you, and that scares me shitless, Tarzan."

He holds my waist and kisses me again. "I don't want you to be scared. I want you to trust me and understand that I don't want this to be just sex."

I gulp and he lets me go, his hand running through his hair. "Harry, I-I don't know..." I trail, not knowing how to be what he wants.

"Claire Bear, I will do anything to get you to be mine the way I am yours. I am so far in over my head and I know I am not used to this, but just promise me you won't run to guys like the one at the country club. I can't...I want us to be loyal," he explains, my hand grabbing his.

"Can I be honest with you?" I say, figuring out what I want to say to him to let him know I don't want to run from him. I hate labels, that's all.

"Please," he begs, my hands cupping his and bringing them to my lips. I kiss his knuckles.

"I had feeling last night," I tell him, his eyes so focused on me. "And I told you I didn't want to feel. But I did. I did with you and I am afraid to go back to what I had before."

He doesn't say anything and I look down. "Claire Bear," he whispers, and I just shake my head. But Harry grabs my hands and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around me. I grab his shoulders and he holds me close, my head resting against his chest.

"I want you to feel with me. It's okay," he whispers, my eyes squeezing shut.

"I have never been so vulnerable. Last night was so different. I hate being held," I whisper, his arms holding me closely.

"But you...you wanted me to hold you," he whispers, my hands moving into his hair.

"And I wanted you to. It's just...I don't know what last night was," I say, his hands holding me close.

"I'll let you have time to figure it out. I just want you to know that I made last night all it could be. I did as best as I could to stay with you and I'm so happy I spent this morning with you," he says, my head lifting.

He brushes my hair back and I close my eyes, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"I'll take care of you if you trust me," he whispers, my head nuzzling into his neck.

"I just...I don't know what to do. I'm not this kind of girl," I tell him, his hand holding my cheek.

"But you can be. I don't expect you to change everything. Just one," he whispers, my eyebrows frowning.

I lift my head and he smiles at me, leaning his head down. He runs his nose against mine and I grab his chin, his hands staying on my waist.

"What do you want me to change?" I ask, his smile so bright.

"I want you to be mine," he says, my eyes rolling but I smile.

I pull his chin down and he kisses me, but our lips curve and he pulls away when I start to laugh. Just by looking at him, I see how happy he is.

"I think that can happen," I whisper, and his smile grows bigger at my words.

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