Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

69: "Was I okay?"

His lips softly press against mine.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I whisper, tiredly nodding my head.

He rolls himself to my right, falling onto the bed, facing in towards me. I turn my head to look at his sparkling eyes. It was dark in the room, but he was so bright. He had a unique glow to him.

As I move into the same position as Harry I tightly close my eyes and wince, the sudden after pain striking me.

"Are you alright?" He worries.

"Perfect." I fake a smile. Lying to him, not wanting him to worry.

"Sore?" He asks, his voice full of guilt.

"A little."

He brushes my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry."

He shouldn't be saying sorry. That was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with anyone. Even with Harry. And it was perfect. I knew it wouldn't be the most comfortable thing the first time but after a while it'll get easier.

"Don't be," I blush, "it was perfect Harry."

The beautiful smile on his face grows, his famous dimples revealing themselves.

"You're perfect."

Silence fills the air as our eyes stayed fixed on each other. I was lucky. Lucky to have someone like Harry who I could trust and feel so close to. I know not many relationships are like ours, and I'm grateful that I have him, because he honestly brings the feeling of safety to me.

"Do you want to go for a shower first?" Harry speaks, breaking the silence and my thoughts.

"Yes please." I reply, once again gritting my teeth as I sit up.

"I'll get your pyjamas for you and chuck them in the bathroom."

...

"Shit." I curse as I step out from the steamy shower.

I feel so tender. I grab the towel that was hung on the hook on the back of the door and wrap it around my body.

I look at the clothes Harry had laid out for me to wear...his top and my knickers. He either knows how much I liked to wear his top, or he actually does like me in it. Either way I win. I put it on, smelling the gorgeous sent that was Harry.

As I return to the bedroom, slightly swearing to myself as I walked through the pain, I stoped as I enter the room.

"Aren't you going to have a shower?" I ask, staring at Harry snuggled up in bed.

"I popped downstairs to Louis' flat and took one there."

What? He hadn't mentioned to him about what we did, did he?

"Did you say what we did?" I stutter.

"No, of course not," he laughs, "its private." Phew. "He wasn't in anyway, I just have a spare key."

"Oh, fair enough." I shrug.

I walk to my side of the bed, sliding in the covers beside Harry.

"Look," Harry smiles, holding out his phone in front of my face. "I put a picture on Instagram."

My heart flutters as I think back to the cute moment in the theater when Harry took the picture.

"Thank you so much for today Harry." I speak, wrapping my arm cross Harry's bare chest. "It was all beautiful."

"Its alright, I'm glad you like them all. I struggled to think of a good present seen as you didn't tell me it was your birthday!" He chuckles.

"Sorry. I just didn't want you buying more for me."

He rolls his eyes, cuddling me tighter.

"Even if you didn't tell me I would have found out eventually, and I still would have bought you something."

True. Don't know what I was thinking to be honest.

As Harry places his phone back on to the nightstand, my thoughts start to wonder.

"Harry." I croak.

"Yeah?"

"Was I umm..." I take a breath, scratching my neck, "was I okay? You know..."

He can see how embarrassed I was from asking the question as I rested my head against his chest, too nervous to give eye contact. He had a few girls to compare with, whereas I had only had Harry.

"Mollie you were...you were wow," he laughs.

"I'm hoping that's a good wow?" I ask, a little giggle breaking from my lips.

"Of course it is!" He defends. "It was different with you."

Good different?

"How?" I ask.

"Just...I don't know. It felt more special. There was emotion involved, more of a connection.

Again, I wouldn't have anything to compare it to but he seems to believe there was some sort of spark, so I guess that's good, right?

"You hear people say it's different when you're in love but you never really think anything of it..." he slowly speaks, taking a pause, "but it is. It's the most incredible feeling."

'In love'. The way my heart expands as he says those words.

"And hearing you scream my name uncontrollably was pretty hot too," his laugh vibrates against mine, suddenly changing the mood a little into a more humorous sense.

His laugh always gave me butterflies in my stomach. I turn red from his comment.

"Despite our bad start when meeting, I'm glad it's you I fell in love with Harry." I whisper, finally looking into his eyes.

"Were you not in love with Ryan?"

I cringe at the thought.

"No" I shake my head. "I loved him...at first. But I was never in love with him. I was in love with the company and idea of a boyfriend."

"Good," he laughs, his face suddenly turning sympathetic. "I never want you to fall in love with someone else."

"I won't, trust me." I assure, taking his left hand in my right.

I shuffle under the duvet, finding a comfortable position on Harry's chest.

"Night Moo."

I raise an eyebrow, smiling.

"Unless you call me that." I laugh. "Then I might have to reconsider this relationship."

He laughs.

"Goodnight Mollie."

"Goodnight Harry."