Rewind (Mature H.S)

Together

Harry is the first thing I see when I wake up. His eyelashes rest against his cheeks and I smile, admiring the innocent charm he holds. I lean my head into his neck and he tightens his arms, my fingers tracing his skin.

"You okay?" he asks, my head nodding. I close my eyes and stay curled in his arms, enjoying his warmth. I'm still in my robe and he adds an extra layer of warmth to the brisk morning.

"I feel comfortable," I tell him, his lips kissing my forehead.

"Same, Claire Bear. I love these mornings," he whispers, my nose brushing his neck.

"You want to get something to eat?" he asks, my head lifting.

"Yes," I say, his hands grabbing mine. He gets up and pulls me with him, his hand holding mine.

"Do you want a shirt to wear? I think you left a pair of shorts here," he says, my arms wrapping around his waist. He seems shocked, but honestly, I just want comfort through all the shit thoughts running through my mind.

He hugs me close and his arms embrace me in warmth, his head leaning to rest on mine.

"You are always welcome here," he says, kissing my hair.

He lets me go and retrieves my shorts and his tee, letting me change while he's in the kitchen. When I walk down, he smiles at me and I sit at the counter. But I'm on alert when his doorbell rings and he looks at me before walking towards the door.

"Curls!" I hear someone yell, my eyebrows frowning. Harry responds with a cheery hello before two women come barreling into the kitchen.

I recognize one as his mother and the other is a grown-up Gemma, the one who would pull me away from Harry when he'd be mean to me.

"Hello. I'm Gemma," she grins, Harry biting his lip. He clearly wasn't expecting them or doesn't  know what my reaction would be.

"It's Claire, Gemma," I say, and both her and Anne's jaw drop.

"Claire Bear how are you?" Anne cheers, hugging me.

I'm smothered with questions about the time since I've last seen them, but Gemma says the one question I was expecting to be the first.

"What are you doing over at Harry's?" she asks, my eyes glancing over to him.

"My dad and I...we had an argument last night. Harry rescued me and let me sleep here," I explain, Harry nodding.

"So you aren't..." Anne says, looking between the two of us. Harry sighs and I look back up at her, but I nod my head. Harry deserves this after everything he's done for me.

"We're dating," I say, her hand clapping. Harry's eyes blow wide and I am embraced in her arms, Gemma grinning.

"He's had a huge crush on you since you were little. Oh, how cute is that," Anne beams, my lips curving into a smile. I look over at Harry and he's blushing, hiding his face as he shakes his head.

He's like this the rest of the morning as we all eat breakfast and talk. Harry grows shy but happy in the face of his family. I find myself laughing enjoying myself with them and I don't think twice before grabbing Harry's hand beneath the table. He looks at me and I smile up at him, his eyes so bright.

"Well, we have to get going. We have to have lunch at the country club with Robin," Anne says, my eyes looking up at her.

"Robin?" I ask, her lips curving.

"My new husband," she grins, my lips curving.

"Congratulations," I beam, her smile bright. The small chat about her wedding goes until Harry practically kicks them out of the house.

When the door closes behind them, Harry turns to face me and talks a mile a minute.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were coming and I'm sorry you had to say that, but I really didn't want to make them upset so I-"

I cut him off, grabbing his chin and kissing him softly. He tenses, but quickly his arms wrap around me. He starts to move his lips with mine and I cup his cheeks with both of my hands, getting him to try to see that I mean what I said.

He pulls away and he leans his head down, resting his forehead on mine.

"It scares me," I whisper, his hands holding me. His eyes are soft and I lean my head down, resting it on his chest. "I said it because I wanted to."

He keeps me close, not wanting to let me go. "You wanted to?"

I nod and look back up to him. "You deserve it. I-I...fuck," I groan, his hands holding my waist. He leans down to get our eyes to meet, his eyes looking into mine.

"Don't worry about what I deserve. What do you want?" he asks softly, talking it out with me.

"I-I..." I try, but my mind is clouded. I blurt the first thing out and I don't feel any regret.

"I want you."

His eyes are serious and his gaze intent, but his lips curve into a smile. I just grab his cheeks and kiss him again, wanting to keep our words to a minimum.

He hugs me close and his lips are moving slowly with mine, making the kiss last. He bites my lip and pulls away, making me moan.

"Fuck me," I whisper, his hand taking mine and tugging me upstairs. He rips the shirt off my body and he drops his shorts, walking me backwards to the bed. I fall and he lifts my legs, pulling my panties off and burying his face between my legs. My fingers wind in his hair and I moan, loving the way he makes me feel.

He starts to lick along my stomach, kissing me as well. He drops his boxers and grabs my wrists, pressing them to the mattress above my head. He leans his forehead on mine, looking into eyes, then thrusts quickly into me. He doesn't move and I squirm, filled to the max. Then he slowly pulls out and thrusts quickly back into me. It shakes my body and he leans down, kissing the edge of my jaw while buried inside me.

He pulls out and leans his head down, nipping at my breasts. But slams into me again, leaving me breathless. I arch my back and feel the friction between my legs. He leans his head down and bites my lower lip, sucking on it before swiping his tongue against my upper lip.

"Mine," he whispers, my eyes closing. It sounds so good coming from him. The possessive tone sexy as hell and I'm at his mercy.

He stays inside me as he moves me to lay on his pillows, his legs spreading and mine wrapping around his waist for better penetration. He lays on top of me, his body covering mine and his hands fisting the sheets beside my head. My arms wrap around his shoulders and he keeps his head buried in my neck.

His teeth are brushing my skin and he has me nearing my high in seconds. My nails dig into his skin and I nearly scream as I come, his come entering me. I pant, his sweaty body on my own and his hands grab my sides. But I lock him in place and kiss him, making our kiss deep.

"Don't give up on me," I whisper, his hands holding me close after he pulls out.

"I wouldn't think of it," he assures, affirming one of my insecurities as void.

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