too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 31.

(AN. I hate doing notes, but there's this song that reminds me so much of Harry's POV. It's called Sweet and Low by Augustana, but you should check the bands album out on iTunes as well! It's a great band if you're enjoying my fanfic.)

Harry's POV.

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I didn't know what to think of that day I spent with Ivy. Everything was always seeming to lead to something else, like we were on this constant cycle of getting to know the new versions of ourselves as we spoke to eachother.

I didn't remember much from the night before with the vodka and whatever else had been happening, and I didn't really want to remember because I had been very afraid. The only thing that would ever make me desire to remember any of it all would be that Ivy Aldaine was me, the breathtakingly beautiful Ivy Aldaine.

When she told me to try and hate her, it hurt bad. Worse than anything I've ever felt, but I tried to smile and act like it didn't hurt as bad as it did, and now I'm telling Ivy the story of when I lost my virginity.

"What was her name?" Her pink flushed face asked with a wide grin.

I shook my head.

No. I can't do this. If I tell her about me having sex with another girl the only thing I'll imagine is her instead of the one I should be talking about.

"Her name isn't important." I muttered under my breath, trying to fight the smile that was creeping on my face as she eagerly listened to my horrid first time.

"She was, um, underneath me." I stated vaguely. "She had hair, like on her head. And I like entered her."

Ivy's eyes went wide, oh my gosh I can't do this. That's what her eyes would look like if I actually made love to her. Oh my god.

"And-then,-like-we-did-it-and-it-was-fun-and-then-we-were-done." I quickly finished, she most probably couldn't hear my mumbling of nonsense as her smile creeped on her face.

She blinked a few times before she commented on my quick virginity loss story. "Well, that's a lot less exciting than I thought it would be. It looked different, it looked like a lot more fun than what you're saying." She said blankly.

She had no idea how hard I wanted to fucking thrust my penis into her vagina, I tell you what.

"Oh, when did you, like, watch sex?" I asked, "porn?"

She laughed quietly to herself, her cheeks flushing even more. "No. I walked in on someone mastrubating."

I laughed to myself. Whoever that was, if a male, they were so lucky, oh my god. "You could do that, I mean if you're wanting to feel it or whatever. I don't really know why you're asking about sex, so I mean you could just like do that and see if you like it or not, it's different for everyone I guess." I suggested awkwardly.

Her blue-green eyes were full of wonder as I spoke about sex and my suggestion of her to pleasure herself.

I could just imagine her doing what I just suggested, and I liked what I imagined.

I slightly changed the was my body was facing her because I could feel my very obvious boner from the fantasies I had been imagining.

Her eyes wondered to my torso that was now turned to the television and her eyes widened. She couldn't have possibly expected me not to have a situation down there with speaking to her about the one subject I shouldn't be speaking about with anyone:

sex.

I don't know how many times I've imagines Ivy as one of the girls I've found in clubs when I used to go crazy and party and drink my life away. I guess I'm doing all of that now, but now I'm doing everything with Ivy, for now that is. Whenever I go off to South Carolina and she LA, I have no idea how I'm going to manage.