Rewind (Mature H.S)

After

I lay in my bed, listening to music and resting. The fight this morning with my father has my energy to a bare minimum. But the door opens and I look up, Harry walking in. He lays beside me and I lean into him, his lips pressing to my hair.

"You want to go out?" he asks, my head nodding.

I get up and he stands, his hand grabbing mine once my shoes are on. He takes me down to the beach and we walk, his arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"He annoys me so much," I say, Harry looking down at me. "I mean, he yelled at me for nothing this morning. He told me that...woman was so pissed that she left and told him to ever call or some shit. He was mad I ruined one of his shitty flings."

"You're in a better spot than he is, I'd say. I mean, you haven't done much wrong."

I shrug and grab his hand that's by my chest, his lips pressing to my temple.

"He's still an asshole," I groan, Harry spinning me to face him.

"Now, just relax with me," he says, my eyes closing as he kisses my forehead. I nod and he brings me closer, but I feel him move and lift me over his shoulder. My eyes blow wide and he runs down the pier.

"Harry, you fucker!" I yell, his arms throwing me into the water. I surface and he jumps in next to me, his head shaking to get his hair back.

"What?" he grins, his smile contagious and gorgeous.

"I can't believe you just fucking did that," I say, moving to stay up. He swims closer to me and hooks his arm around me. But I grab his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, his lips soft. We part and he swims to a part where we can stand.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down, kissing me and holding my waist. He feels me and I honestly love it, his hands delicate yet have rough skin to give it an addictive quality.

"Fuck, Claire," he groans, his hands lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he moves us against the pier's anchoring.

"Harry, I need to be honest with you," I tell him, his hands holding my waist while my arms stay around his neck. His eyes are soft and that's my favorite thing about him. He's never looked at me like the guys back at my mom's; he treats me with respect and I am trying everything I can to do the same.

"You can tell me anything, Claire Bear," he says, my forehead resting on his.

"I find myself not wanting anyone else," I start, his hand squeezing my waist. "I-I want to be with you."

His eyes don't look away from me and he keeps me close, his lips parting. "Y-You want me? In what way?" he asks, clearly needing to know exactly what my intentions are.

"Harry, I want what you want," I say, his eyes staying on mine. He's very focused and I feel comforted to know he's involved.

"Claire, what do you mean?" he continues, my hands holding his cheeks as I pull him closer.

"Be my boyfriend," I whisper, his lips pressing to mine. Hell, this is the best.

"But I can't...promise to show my feelings like you," I explain, his hands lifting me and spinning me. It makes me laugh and he hugs me close, my hand holding his shoulders.

"I like what we have now, Claire Bear. I'm willing to do whatever you need," he whispers, hugging me close. My feet touch the sand and he walks with me back to the shore, his hand holding mine tight.

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

"Just let me change," I say, his smile bright. We part and I go up to my room, changing into shorts and a tank top.

I walk downstairs and out the door, Harry standing by the stairs. He smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me close to him. He kisses my cheek and we walk down to the restaurant, his hands holding the chair out for me.

We sit across from each other and I have a good time with him, his eyes always so bright and focused on me. But he stands and asks me if I want to go somewhere, my head nodding. I'm always up for an adventure.

When we get to the place, he holds my hand and we both take our IDs out. We get in and Harry takes me into the club, my lips smirking.

I drag him out to the dance floor and press my back to his chest. My ass does circles against his crotch and I feel him hardening for me. I dance, letting his hands wander over my body. I turn around and he grabs my ass, his head leaning into my neck and kissing my skin.

My desire builds with his and I find myself going crazy. I lift my head and connect our lips, kissing him until I can barely breathe. But he shocks me when he starts to tug me in the direction of the hallway, his body moving mine to the wall. He connects our lips again and I hook my leg around his, kissing passionately and effortlessly. Being with him makes me feel like his only thought and he's mine.

"I want you," I breathe as he kisses my neck.

"Shit, Claire," he groans, looking around. He walks us down to the hallway and he opens up a room, yelling and no one responds. He shuts it and unzips his jeans, my fingers doing the same.

He fucks me against the wall, pleasuring me with everything in him. Our kisses are rushed but hold importance, his hands never letting me go.

When we come, he sets me down and lifts my pants, zipping them for me. He does the same for himself and I lean into him, his arms wrapping around me. He kisses my hair and starts to sway us, dancing lightly.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I whisper, his head resting on mine.

"Always."

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