Forced to be Mrs. Styles

~Chapter 3~

Today we are sitting in the office of the principle where we will now be attending school. I'm nervous to come back to the school I grew up in, but he's not putting off any vibes. It's like he's been here before but I don't ask. We fill out all the paperwork and when the principle notices we're married he looks at Harry.

"We'd prefer you not say anything to anyone. We're not sure we want anyone to know about it yet. It's still new to us." Harry says looking at me.

"Not a problem."

As soon as we leave Harry and I do a small amount of shopping. Mainly groceries but he spends some money on a few things he's been looking at and I get a few things. We don't really say much to each other but when we get home I want to talk.

"I know you've been patient with me and the way that I feel about sex, but I do believe that it's time I stop holding out on you." I say to him and he's looking at me now.

"Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you into that."

"I'm sure." I say now matching his smile.

"I know we've done other things but I want you to know it's going to be different." He says as we stand in the bathroom together. I look in the mirror at him.

"Honestly I think I'm tired of waiting too. I want to know what all of you feels like." I say but my ears and face flush.

"This is a big step for us. I must ask again. Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

He's now standing behind me with his lips on my neck and his hand in my panties. He's rubbing softly as small moans begin to fall from me. I reach around me to him, putting my hand in his boxers. My hand drags up his length in a fixed motion.

"That feel good?" He asks as if the answer wasn't obvious.

"So, good, just don't stop."

He stops and pulls me with him to our bed where before we lay there we discard the rest of our clothing. He's got me flat on the bed as his fingers continue to rub me and my hand continues to pull hard on him. I hear him groan as his fingers push into me. He's moving them at a steady pace flicking them up into me occasionally

"Oh, god babe." I moan as he begins to pick up the pace. I can feel myself start to let go as his fingers flick up once more.

He's looking up at me and this is where I'm not sure what's about to happen. He sits back on his legs and he looks at me.

"Once more. I must ask. Are you sure?"

"I am positive."

"This is going to hurt a lot, I can't sugar coat that for you. You're going to cry but if you need me to stop I will." He says now looking at me again.

I give him the ok and he pushes slowly into me. There wasn't any pain at first but then suddenly his fingers meet my core.

"Ready, I can feel it."

I nod and he pushes through causing the pain to sear through my body, but he keeps pushing into me. I don't make him stop but he stops for a moment before moving again. The more he moves the less pain there is, but I've got tears rolling down my face and I'm not sure I can stop them. Picking up the pace he's moving steady as profanities fall from the both of us. It's not long before I lose control and tighten around him as my legs and body shake. He's still pumping into me when I call feel him twitch. He gives himself a few seconds before he pulls away breathing heavy.

We lay there looking at each other for a second before I get up and wonder into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and I can't stand the site of me. I cry standing right there and I know he can hear me since I've left the door open. His arms wrap around me and I lean into him crying.