Trust

Chapter 7

Harry's eyes are full of longing as they pierce into mine. His hands travel from my sides to the small of my back in an effort to pull me closer to him. I toss my hair over one of my shoulders and lean into the crook of his neck, leaving a light trail of kisses from his jaw to his collarbone. A soft moan escapes from the back of his throat before I repeat the actions again.

He places his hands on my backside and squeezes gently. My head flies back to look at him. He gives me a questioning look. "Just wasn't expecting that," I explain, giggling. A grin slowly spreads across his face and he squeezes tighter. I cup his face with my hands, giving him a small smile. He smiles back in enouragment before I plant my lips against his. Our lips weave together perfectly, his large mouth evidently dominant over mine.

I could stay like this forvever. Just Harry and I. My fingers travel up his hair, twirling on a few curls and then tugging softly. He tries to supress another moan but his breathing falters. I adjust myself on his lap and he sucks in a sharp breath. I takes me a second to realize what happened. I've been touched before, but never like this. I had sex when I was 15 because my friend got me drunk at a party. But this was nothing like that, Harry's big soft hands and warm lips made me feel so at ease. I've never felt more comfortable. My mind starts to wander. I've slept with one person. I don't even want to think about how many Harry has been with. He travels the world for a living, meeting beautiful girls from foreign countries all the time. I know Harry would never hurt me so I tell myself I have nothing to worry about, but I can't help but feel like this isn't the right time. We should wait until after he knows the truth about my age. One of his large hands derails my train of thought as it palms me over my jeans.

"Please," his voice is almost pleading. His fingers are struggling to undo the button of my jeans. Anxiety floods through my body, causing my hands to fly up to his chest, pushing myself away from him as I climb off of his lap.

His eyes are wide now, full of hurt and confusion. I can feel tears brimming mine. He stands swiftly and slowly walks towards me. I back up, fumbling over a pair of shoes by the door. I raise my hands, "Please, dont." My voice is shaky.

"Dahlia what's going on?" He looks like he might cry too. His shoulders are slouched forward and his hands are running through his hair, pulling at the roots. I avert my eyes from his and turn around. My feet carry me up the stairs, two at a time. He chases after me. I trip towards the top and his hand grabs hold of mine. I spin around to see my curly haired boy standing just a few steps down from me. He looks like a small child, unaware of what he can do. He opens his mouth slightly like he's going to say something but no words come out and his tight grip loosens like he's allowing me to go, so I take that as my chance to head back up the stairs. When I reach his bedroom I quickly close the door shut behind me and turn the lock. His fists slam against the door, making me jump out of my skin. I kneel in front of the door and break into tears.

"Lia, please let me in," his voice is rushed. I know I've upset him but I can't tell him why I ruined our perfect moment. "Talk to me about this. I'm sorry if I was taking things too fast."

Should I tell him that? That I'm just not ready? I want to experience Harry like that, but I know that I can't. I know that as soon as I do I won't be able to stop after he finds out my age. I know he won't want me that way when he finds out. Maybe I should get it over with so I won't forever wonder what it's like. I stand up and turn the lock on the door, opening it slowly. Harry is kneeling in front of the door just like I was. His hands are still tugging at his hair and he doesn't look up at me until I'm standing in front of him. He quickly stands, wiping away the tears that stain his angelic face.

I can't do this to him. I have to tell him tomorrow.

"I'm sorry I overreacted, I'm just not ready."