"Here." Harry said, handing me a glass of water he'd just filled. I thanked him and took a sip as he sat down next to me on my couch.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah. Just a little shaken up." I answered. I truly had no idea that tonight would turn into such a disaster.
"Your ex is..." he searched for the right word to describe him and I laughed.
"Crazy." I finished his sentence and he nodded in agreement. I shook my head in disbelief, thinking of what Myles was saying to Louis.
"He spoke so highly about our private life when he couldn't even make me moan." I spoke my thoughts. Harry glanced at me, a little caught off guard by my words.
"Oh...really?" He questioned hesitantly.
Thinking about these previous events was getting me more riled up than I thought it would. I wanted nothing more than to have Louis beat Myles' arse over and over again. I needed a distraction.
"Yeah. I mean, I don't moan. There must've been maybe one time that I made a noise during sex." I shrugged. I wasn't too sure why I was telling Harry this, but I was quickly growing more and more captivated by his beautiful green eyes, staring into mine.
"That's...odd." He chuckled, "Does it– does it not like...feel good?" I shook my head at his question.
"No, no, it does." I set my empty glass on the table. "Just not good enough to make me moan, I guess." I shrugged nonchalantly. I've been with a total of three guys and none of them could make me moan, heavy breathing is as far as it goes for me.
Harry nodded, his brows furrowed. I could tell he was intrigued, for some reason. But honestly, I get it. It is odd. Moaning is ultimately made for sex. Right? You moan because it feels good and if you don't, that means somethings not quite right.
I watched Harry lean his back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. I couldn't help the thoughts that surfaced my mind suddenly. I wanted–no, I needed a distraction and with this newfound information for Harry, I was willing and curious to see if he could possibly do it. Possibly make me moan.
Is this strange? Since we'd only met barely two hours ago? People do this all the time, right? Meet people and have sex with them straight away- there's no harm in it.
The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them, "Could you make me moan?"
Harry's eyes widened and I didn't blame him. "What?"
"Could you try to make me moan? If not, that's okay. I just– I need a distraction from...this and you're insanely good looking and–"
"Are you asking me to have sex with you?" He wondered and I couldn't quite tell whether he was interested or ready to run for his life.
"No. I mean, if that's what it'd take, then yeah. But no." He stayed silent and I began to feel like a complete fool. My cheeks reddened and I stood up as he was still looking at me with an expression I couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry. Forget that, you can go home or whatever." I began to walk away, heading for the stairs. What was wrong with me? Did I really just ask a stranger that?
"No, Y/N wait." I heard him say as his fingers grazed over the skin of my arm. "I can...try."
"Harry, no, I'm sorry. I don't even know why I asked that. It's ridiculous–" I turned to face him, his green eyes bright as ever.
"It's not. I'm more than okay with being your distraction." He admitted and I thought about it for a second. As I said, there's no harm in this.
"Okay." I bit my bottom lip. Harry lead me back to the couch and had me sit down on it, with my back leant against it so that my hips could be closer to the edge, as he knelt down on the floor in front of me.
