Harry is staying over at mine. Harry is staying over at mine. He's actually staying over. That's all I could think, my mum agreed to him staying the night and I honestly thought she'd say no. Dad isnt exactly wise on it though, he wants him to sleep on the floor which Harry agreed to but Mum said it was alright. I mean you'd think they'd have some trust in their 20 year old daughter, I really need to move out soon. Harry had been through in his for a bit so I decided to text him so he knows to just come over.
*You can come through now if you want? We're getting Chinese for tea X*
*Oh you know me so well. Be through in a sec .xx*
And literally a couple minutes later I heard my Mum letting him in. He peered around the door with a little grin on his face and a few bags in his hand.
"You're staying the night, not moving in you know?" I laughed whilst getting up to hug him.
"Well I need to feel at home, I've never stayed here before." He said wrapping his arm around my waist. He dropped his bags and pulled me onto the bed leaving little kisses along my jaw.
"Not now, we haven't had our tea yet." I giggled, gently kissing him on the lips.
"Later?"
"Later." I smiled.
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"Can I have some of yours?" Harry said digging his fork into my Chicken Chow Mein. I dont why he bothered to get Salt & Pepper Chicken when he's eating like half of mine. We were sat cuddled up under my covers watching White Chicks, it was literally like one of those sleepovers with your friends when you were little when you planned it to a T and you knew exactly what you were going to do except this time everything just seemed to fit into place and it just seemed normal, not like this was a one off or anything. I could really get used to this every night. I placed our plates on the bedside table and lay my head in Harry's shoulder cuddling him more.
He began to plant little delicate kisses along my neck as he lay me down on the bed. As his parted lips met mine I started to feel this weird sensation, it felt alien like. Something I've never felt before.
"You haven't actually, you know? Have you?" He said in between kisses. I barely shook my head and flinched as his hand slip up the back of top. "Do you want?" He said breathlessly staring in my eyes, I slightly gulped and I could tell he noticed my hesitance, "I'll take it slow, over time okay?" I felt safe with him, I knew he would never force me into anything, he wouldn't rush or take advantage and I had all my trust in him.
His hands slowly trailed up my back, gently pulling my top over my head, barely loosing touch. "Are you okay?" I reassured him. He moved down my body, leaving wet kisses all over my abdomen. It was such a weird feeling, good but weird. Pleasurable I guess? His lips began to move back up slowly meeting with my lips again. The kiss was passionate, my hands were tangled in his hair, his arms around my back. It all felt right. "We can finish off another night, okay?" He smirked playing with a bit of my hair.
"I love you" I kissed him gently.
"I love you"
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Scarred (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Romance"Remind me that when this is all over we'll still have each other."