As Harry carried me up the steps, our lips pressed together, my fingers wounded in his messy curls I've grown quite fond of, not a single ounce of regret was felt. I wasn't at all hesitant as I've found myself to be in the past. I was ready, I wanted Harry.
My back hits the door of what I assumed was the bedroom, only long enough for him to grip the nob & open it for us to fall into. Even though I didn't want our hot kiss to end, I push my face away to receive a confused look from Harry. "I need down." I giggle & release my legs from his grip.
As soon as my feet meet the floor, I bend over to pull off my shoes.
"I could have done that you know." Harry grins mischievously at me.
"Oh yeah?" I raise a eyebrow, urging on with his playful tease.
Suddenly it became a game as he stepped closer to me but I retrieved back, evening the distance between us. But Harry liked it. How do I know? That devilish smirk holding his swollen red lips.
The chase lead all the way back till I met the bed & was forced onto the bed on my back,.
"Aron." Harry whispered my name, & strangely his simple words had some different effect on my body as I squirmed against my own will.
Why did I fight this for so long? Why was I so stubborn?
My legs are pulled apart slowly, but only enough for Harry to place a knee against the bed between my thighs. Then he made his way to lean over me, his hands pressed against the bed on each side of my head.
I giggle when he leans down closer to my face, some of his soft messy curls found their way to tickle my face. His lips pull at the ends, then he shows me his breath taking smile. "I love your smile." I whisper & touch his dimples with the tips of my fingers.
Harry brings his hand up to cup mine, holding it to his face as he starred at me. I don't exactly know how to explain the look in his eyes. It was something I've never actually seen. There was no hunger like earlier, no teasing. It was something more serious, he looked almost scared.
"I-" He starts to say but pauses, thinking about whatever he was about to say.
I could tell whatever was on his mind was something stressing him to say. "You don't have to say anything Harry." I brush his cheek with my thumb, trying to ease his anxiety.
"Yes I do."
His tone took me by surprise, the determination was clear in his voice. "Okay."
He draws in a deep breath before lowering down so his chest was pressed against mine. "Aron." He says as if to make sure I hadn't vanished beneath him.
"Yes?" I run my fingers deep into his thick hair.
His heart was beating rapidly, causing my curiosity to spike, wondering what could possibly have him at a loss of words. What is it? Is it something bad? Does he not like me? Does he not want to have sex with me? Maybe he only wanted me because I wasn't easy... & now that I'm giving it up he doesn't want me...
"I-" He begins again, but before he could say what he was going to say, I pull his face down & smash our lips together. I don't want him to say he doesn't want me. I don't think I could handle it.
All this time I've fought my feelings for Harry, & now that I'm actually giving in to them he's going to push me away.
No.
A tear falls down my face & I pull Harry closer, afraid he'll drift away & be gone forever. Call me crazy, I probably am. But am I in the wrong for not wanting to be hurt?
