Before She Falls

Chapter 33

"What are you doing?" I ask Harry.

His hands moved from my waist to my chest in a matter of minutes. Under my shirt, his long fingers grip underneath the elastic of my bra, lifting it up.

"Getting my way" Harry kisses my lips and smiles.

He's still stuck on trying to convince me to tell him why exactly I have feelings for him. And half of the reason I don't want to tell him is because I'm not sure I can explain it well.

I like him because he has a sense of humor you don't have to understand to find funny. He's incredibly charming and always finds a way to make people happy. He's passionate about his music and his career and I only hope that once I start this internship at Modest in the fall, I'll be that dedicated to something. I really like the way he kisses; slowly and smoothly or rough and with his teeth. And how he's so muscular yet very slim. I love his smile that is impossible to ignore and his huge green eyes. And his dimples are so goddamned cute. And even though he's a completely adorable dork, he also has some sexy, mysterious aspect to him. His tattoos seem to tell a story that only he knows and his raspy voice makes me knees weak whenever I hear it. And even though he's part of the world's most successful bands, he's extremely humble.

I like a lot of things about Harry. But how am I supposed to tell him all of that?

Harry's hands tug at the bottom hem of my t-shirt, as if he wants it to come off at this very moment.

"You're going to get your way by undressing me?" I flirtatiously raise my eyebrows at Harry.

"You'll see" Harry completes his motion and pulls the t-shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor near the bed.

Now both of us are stripped down to our underwear, lying in bed. Harry's lips connect to mine and his hands rest on my lower back, slowly moving around my hips.

"Shouldn't we get back to bed?" I say through our kisses.

"You can't be serious" Harry laughs.

"But-"

"Sh" Harry hushes me and continues to plant kisses on my lips.

I listen to Harry and keep quiet while his hands travel all over; my stomach, my back, and down to my butt.

"Tell me why you like me" Harry breaths and presses the front of his body into mine.

"No" I shake my head.

"Why? Just tell me" Harry's mouth travels to his favorite place, my neck.

"No" I repeat, Harry's frustration is turning me on a bit.

"You're so stubborn" Harry's strong hands push my hips toward his.

It's difficult to ignore the sudden hardness next to my hip bones. I gasp a little at the obvious stiffness of Harry right next to me.

"Kat" Harry stops kissing me to say.

"What?"

He doesn't respond, instead he just stares at me with a devilish grin.

"What?" I giggle at his uninterrupted eye contact with me.

"Do you think we could.." Harry's fingers brush against the skin on my stomach.

"Do I think we could, what?"

Of course I know exactly what he's trying to get at, I just want him to actually say it. He wants me to have sex with him and as much as I want to, as much as I'm so attracted to him, as much as I like him, I don't think it's the best idea. There's something about this that seems like it's all going too fast...but I really want to.

"You know what I'm trying to say" he rolls his eyes and grips his fingers around my hips and I exhale loudly.

"I want to" I blurt out without really thinking about it. "But..."

"But what?" Harry's slim fingers are tickling me under the hem of my underwear.

A smirk takes over Harry's mouth and his eyes widen at my indecisiveness. He brings his pink bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it and I swear to God it's the most attractive thing I've seen in my nineteen years of living.

"Fuck, okay" I sigh, giving in.

Harry lets out a chuckle, "I love when you give in easily."

Harry takes the initiative and lifts himself up from the bed. He places his hands on either side of my shoulders and holds himself up over me. Harry dips his head down and locks his lips with mine. Our lips move together in sync until Harry's tongue presses against my teeth, waiting for my mouth to allow him in.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asks as he pulls away. "I don't want you to force you into this."

I kiss Harry's plump lips, "You're not forcing me into anything."

I shift my hands down to rake up and down Harry's stomach. His muscles tense up when I stop to look at his face. Harry's eyes stop to meet mine and they look hungry. He leans down to kiss my neck and starts biting into my collarbone and I gasp at the slight pain.

His hands travel down the length of my body and I can feel his fingertips at the front of my pink lace cheeky-underwear. His other hand meets the lace material and pulls them down to the top of my knees. I wiggle my legs the best I can to move my underwear down to my ankles. I kick them off to the side of the bed and look to Harry.