"All that I wanted from you was to give me something that I never had, something that you've never seen, something that you've never been."
Eleanor's POV
I stood there waiting for Harry to do something. I practically undressed myself hoping he would be inspired to do something. As far as I could tell he was hard but just stood there.
When I got ready tonight I had one thing in mind: to prove to myself that Harry did want me; like I wanted him. Because there was no way he didn't feel something for me. He was probably just scared or something.
I stood in front of him in just my heels and underwear. I wore a low cut strapless white bra and lacy panties. This morning the whole thing looked amazing but I don't know if it did now.
"Touch me," I let out hoping I sound confident and not scared. I am so scared because a million things can happen. I just don't know how I'd handle Harry's rejection.
"Eleanor," he says simply coming forward. One of his hands goes into my hair, pulling me to him.
"All the things I could do to you," he murmurs looking me over. My breath increases as my heart begins to pound in my chest.
"Then do them," I say.
"You don't understand when I say no," he murmurs.
"You're saying no but your body is telling me otherwise," I point to his very noticeable erection.
"It doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it. This isn't going to happen," he shakes his head at me.
I let out a frustrated yell, pushing him back into the wall.
"I don't understand what your problem is! I said I'd have sex with you and that it doesn't need to mean anything. Why do you keep rejecting my approaches?" I snap.
"It has nothing to do with you, Eleanor," Harry sighs.
"Then what is it? When we were on our honeymoon you took every chance I gave you and now I can't even get you to look at me, much less touch me," I mutter. I turn around picking up my dress since it was obvious that we weren't going to do anything. I sit on the edge of the bed just looking down at the dress in my hands.
It was such a beautiful dress. I had taken three days to pick it out for tonight. In my mind tonight was going to be the night. I had thought that if Harry and I had sex he would realise that he feels something for me. But he doesn't want to touch me. He hardly talks to me. I don’t know what to do at this point. I can't keep handling rejection after rejection from him. I do have my dignity.
"I had sex with a girl on our wedding day. I was drunk the night before and I took a girl home," Harry mumbles.
It feelslike someone threw cold water on my face but in reality I just snapped my head up to look at Harry.
"You what?" I questioned.
"I had sex with someone on our wedding day," he repeats.
"I know; you told me this already," I frown.
"No, I mean at our wedding reception. Some girl at the party," Harry explained.
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FanfictionEleanor has everything she wants. Mysterious, yet aloof Harry cant quite figure out what that is for him yet. Though two very different people, their circumstances force them together and make them realize that sometimes all you need is someone who...