Rise

Chapter 18

I lead Harry into my room.

We both know how much we want in each others pants and it almost makes me leap off of the roof.

Maybe he just wants to cuddle or get some more sleep.

I always get my hopes up for something that wont happen.

I don't know why I want this so badly, I've never even thought about it before.

I've wanted him to be mine a long time ago, and now that I have that chance I'm not passing it down.

We've only dated for about two days?

Three days? Shit, I'm losing track of time.

Even if we do anything now or next week or next month it will still be considered rushing our relationship.

I always believed that you shouldn't rush things when dating but now that I am dating, all I can think about are the things we could do.

I sit at the top of my bed near the headboard like last time we were in a bed together.

"You seem like you've done this stuff forever." Harry says with a smug expression.

I haven't given him obvious clues as to what I want since I sat on the bed and he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

He knows too much what if he hasn't slept with 3 girls? What if it's 30?

I hate the thought of that, I don't want to be labeled as girl number 2 or girl number 60,558.

"Kiss me." Harry says, cutting off my thoughts.

I move onto his lap and press my lips to his.

It feels so weird to be kissing since we've only kissed a few times.

It's a slow, soft kiss.

I want to push him back and throw my hands up his shirt but I can't rush things as much as I want to.

Harry pulls my body farther up his lap to a point that I'm straddling him and my hands are tangled in his hair.

I expected this to be one simple tap to the lips but I'm wrong.

Harry licks my lips, shit this is so good.

I shove my tongue in his mouth as we continue our little make out session.

Harsh breaths and moans escape our lips.

His lips are so soft and sweet, God don't get me started on his tongue.

Our kisses are filled with passion, the urge to get more.

I want more he wants more all that needs to happen is what we want to happen.

I hate both of us so much for this, we're pushing this too far but I fucking love it.

Harry's large hand slips under my shirt and unclasps my bra.

I break the kiss with a gasp.

Harry kisses my chin and I can feel his stupid smirk against my skin.

It's so early for this but I don't even care anymore.

I lean onto my back and pull Harry on top of me.

Harry attempts to pull my shirt off and I sit up to help him.

I pull his shirt off as he wiggles my pants down my legs and onto the floor.

I'm so nervous I can feel the butterflies in my stomach shooting fireworks around inside me.

I take his pants off and throw them across the room.