Crazy Little Thing Called Love

No Control Or No Regrets

Hi everyone, this is the chapter you've all been waiting for (well SOME of you anyway) and even though it's pretty short, I hope you'll like it anyway. All the love, Summer xxx Ps. Please keep in mind that I've never written stuff like this before, so please forgive me if it's not exactly what you were hoping for.

WARNING: minor sexual content (seriously, it's not much -I'm still learning here-, but feel free to skip to the last two paragraphs anyway, if you're not too comfortable with anything more than kissing or sex before marriage)

I was sprawled over Harry's bed and watched him as he walked around in front of me, while he tidied up his room a little bit. His shirt had already carelessly thrown over a chair the minute he had entered the room, which I would be the last person to object to. There was a loud knock on the door and Harry quickly walked over and opened it to accept a tray with food. After he had tipped the guy, he quietly closed the door behind him and carefully placed the tray on the table in front of the small sofa, which was standing in front of his window. With a calculating look outside, he pulled the light curtains shut, enough to shut the world out, but not enough to stop the light from entering the room. 

With a sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and joined him on the sofa where we both helped us to a slice of pizza each. We both happily munched on a slice each, before a small smiled appeared on his face. "Um, you've got a little something there." Harry leaned forward and wiped the edge of my mouth with his thumb, before licking the sauce off his finger, his eyes never leaving mine. This small gesture had a bigger effect on me that I wanted to admit, so I avoided his intense gaze and wiped my fingers with a tissue from the box which was lying on the small table next to the pizza. When I dared to look up again, Harry was already watching me and suddenly the room seemed very hot.

His the colour of his eyes had somehow turned a shade darker and when I nervously bit my lips, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Without looking away, I lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me only in my thin top, my black bra very visible through the thin material. I didn't know where the sudden spark of courage had come from, but the shirtless, slightly sweaty man in front of me definitely made it very difficult to make a sane decision. Harry's eyes wandered down to my breasts and then back up and his lips tugged into a smirk. "It's kinda hot in here." I said hoarsely and lifted my hair from my neck for a few seconds, in the hope of some cool air against my hot skin. "Is that so?" he asked in a low tone, his long fingers momentarily touching his lips, before his tongue poked out for a second to wet them, his eyes never leaving mine.

This small gesture was enough to push me over the edge. "Fuck it." I mumbled under my breath, before I leaned forward and crashed my lips against his. He returned the kiss just as hungrily and suddenly he was everywhere, his hands roaming over my body while mine were tangled into his hair. A few seconds later I found myself on his lap as we pulled away for a few seconds to catch our breaths. "Bed?" I panted and he complied with a smirk, his lips immediately back on mine, while he lifted me up and carefully carried me over to his bed, where he gently dropped me, before he was hovering over me again. I could feel the growing bulge in his jeans against my lower body and he moaned lightly when I pressed myself against him.

"Claire, are you sure you want to do this? Because I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop if we continue like this." he asked me and gently pushed my hair out of my face, his eyes searching mine for permission. "I'm sure." I said without hesitation and connected our lips again. After another reassuring look from me, he carefully pulled my top over my head and a few moments later our jeans followed my top onto the small pile of clothes next to his bed. Our kisses became more heated and I found myself straddling him when he pulled away one more time, his hands cupping my face. "Do you trust me?" he asked me, his green eyes burning into mine with a mixture of love and desire. "I trust you." I replied with a small smile and saw his eyes lightening up when he noticed the lack of hesitation in my voice. "Tell me when I should stop." he told me, before he lowered me onto the bed again, but I never did.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning and looked over to the sleeping man who was lying next to me. His naked body was partly covered by the sheets, but he was still the most beautiful man I had ever layed eyes on. I didn't regret anything, but it amazed me that it had only taken Harry a couple of months to trust him more than anyone in the world, when my first boyfriend hadn't managed to make me feel so safe, loved and beautiful at the same time in the two and a half years that we had dated. Not even Louis, who had gained my trust within the matter of days, had managed to make me feel as safe as Harry could. Leaning over, I gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face and he moved a little bit, a small frown appearing on his face. A moment later, his eyes fluttered open and he groggily looked around, before his gaze fell onto me. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked me quietly, suddenly a lot more awake than only moments ago.

"I'm fine, Harry, go back to sleep." I assured him, but he didn't seem entirely convinced. "Are you sure? You're not hurt or anything? Are you regretting it?" he asked me and reached over to take my hand into his. In all the months that I had spent with him, I had never seen him this vulnerable. I pressed a light kiss to the back of his hand, before I answered his questions. "I'm fine, Harry, I promise. I don't regret a single thing." I assured him and leaned over to connect our lips. He smiled into the kiss and then pulled me closer to him again, before pressing another light kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Claire." he whispered into the darkness and I could hear the smile in his voice. I snuggled deeper into the warmth of his body and in turn pressed a kiss to his chest. "I love you, too, Harry." I whispered back, before I felt myself slip off again.