Her Song (A Harlena fanfiction)

Chapter 18.

Selena's POV:

My head hurt like hell. When I woke up, I instantly knew where I was, but I also knew who was missing. I fell asleep snuggled into Harry. 

The floor creaked a little, as I got up. The shirt I had on was pulled down to cover my panties, and then I went out. He was sitting at the table, looking at his phone, but found mine out of his pocket and threw it to me.

Mum: Where are you?!

Me: Mrs. Gomez, it's Harry. Sel got a bit too drunk, and I thought it better to sober her up. She's at mine and sleeping.

Mum: Thank god!

I groaned.

Hannah: Did Harry take you home?

Me: Harry here. Selly's sleeping right now, she's alright. 

I laid the phone on the table.

"I miss you, Harry," I got out. "More than I should. And I hate missing you,". I'd caught his attention. "But I know why I miss you so much. I miss you, because I love you. I love you,". He didn't react. "And I know it's early, but honestly, I think a part of me has always loved you. I didn't hate you as much, as I led you to believe in the start,". I managed to keep eye contact, even though I began to tear up. "I've never been in love before, Harry, and I'm scared, but I'm in love with you,". Now it was getting serious with the tears. "I can't be without you, and I despise myself for feeling that way! I can't fucking live without you! How cheesy is that?". I took a deep breath. "So, Harry Styles, I want you back, and you better fucking want me back! And, Harry Styles, I am in love with you, and you better fucking love me back!". I broke down, not knowing what else to do than cry. He still didn't react, just stared at me. "Why did I ever fall in love with you?". That question was only meant for myself, but he heard. I sat down on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest, sobbing loudly, and I wrapped my arms around my legs.

"You fell in love with me, because I fell in love with you," Harry spoke up. "We fell in love,". He walked over to me, picking me up. "I love you, Selena,". He embraced me tightly. "I'm so sorry, love, I'm so sorry. I can't live without you either.".

I cried into his shoulder. "I'm sorry I lied to you,". The hug became even tighter, and I pulled out, instead smashing my lips to his. I'd missed his soft lips against mine.

Harry's hand went to grab my hip. "God, I've missed you. I've missed you so much,". I let my fingers run through his hair. 

"Make love to me, Harry..." I breathed out. He happily obliged, lifting my legs around his waist. "I've never said that to anyone before,". I sucked on his neck rather desperately, earning a moan from him. "Don't waste any time, just... take me against the wall,". He was just about to say something, but I hushed him. "We don't need condoms. The pill, remember?". I was pushed against the wall, Harry fumbling with his belt. As soon as his trousers and boxers were down, he slid in. "Oh my god.". It was a different feeling without the condom; no rubber. He began thrusting, which caused me to whimper, not having felt the sensation for over a week. I was already near coming, when he decided to take it to the bedroom.

"Jesus Christ," Harry groaned as he threw me on the bed. He removed his clothes, crawled on top of me, and he discarded the very little clothing I was wearing. Soon we were back at it, and I was writhing around, just at the brink of orgasm. "Come for me,". I was taken over by a sense of euphoria, crying out Harry's name. My nails dug into back, while he was still thrusting sloppily, obviously close to coming himself. And then it happened. I'd never felt the warmth of his cum inside of me before. It was... different, but pleasant. He was panting, gasping for air. "Wow,". I agreed with a nod, and for awhile no one said anything. "Do you know what it is today? Our 2 month anniversary.". A laugh escaped my mouth, and so did one from his.