That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Eighty-Three

Chapter Eighty-Three

* D a r c y *

He came out only minuets later before getting up and realized his outfit again. I loved it, making smile lime a complete idiot. We walked out of the echoey hall way before reaching the outside.

"What happen, Mary? You never looked so desperate to see me?" His tone sounded so happy with a little hint of special in there and somewhat of a teasing way. I knew since the beginning that he liked the attention when I alway acknowledged him even at work. I grabbed his hand, holding it tightly with mine. Then I thought, Harry always had the nicest big hands, making me weak on what he can do with them. Perhaps he touches himself everyday? I heard Libby once tell me that her boyfriend always did it while thinking of her. I found it rather odd and confusing but so... hot? I let go of his hand and shifted away - just a teensy bit.

"Mary?" He came to a halt. "What is wrong with you? You are acting so silly!" He waved his large hand in front of my face.

I am not shocked on what my mind has came up with but, I took a look at Harry and his cute smirk he always sets in display. I bit my lips and shouldn't be afraid to ask him questions... personal questions right? Perhaps right now wasn't the right place, and I suddenly have become guilty that he left his student teaching because of me. Yet, it felt amazing to be with him though, everything seemed to be perfectly perfect as we draw nearer and near in skin contact. What is this feeling? That electric feel has remained there for so long that it now growing fuzzier each time he hugs me or anything that twirls my world around.

"Come." I run -actually run-towards my dorms. Harry laughed because if my sudden rush to get to my dorm. He passed random people, giving us 'the eye' perhaps wondering why we were running or maybe they thought we were stupid. If they only know who madly in love we are with each other. I glanced back just a but and never felt so free. For some reason, I felt so free running with Harry. It was like I were running away from my crazy thoughts, and problems with Lance earlier. Everything was beginning to fade by just a single touch from my beloved Harry. Seriously, It feels like it was the first time we've ever held hands. Amazingly, it felt nice.

Once we made it towards the dorms, we stepped inside laughing so hard, gasping at the same time. Noticing from my heavy pants, I haven't exercised in a long time. Harry was panting but not as much as me. We stopped at a random room, leaning on the wall next to it and turned to him. He had his eyes closed, back, and the back if his head was firmly on it. Head was risen slightly, panting while he gasped for air. Harry's head then turned towards me and laughed a little. "You're getting crazier every day." Ending it with a smirk with his tasty lips.

"Maybe." I push myself off the wall and walked towards my dorm, hearing Harry behind me with light breathing. And for some reason, that simple short respiration made me shiver.

Harrys' panting while on me, mouth opened, eyes closed moaning his pleasure while he released his fluids. Long curls draped in front of me, I see it. I can't feel it, how could this feeling possibly feel like? A release of pleasure, the fluids we will exchange. I am not embarrassed but curious.

I stop my tracks, and feel him bump into me from behind. He was perhaps very close behind, but I didn't mind. Yet, I did feel a spark once our bodies crashed. Everything felt so weird, and my senses wanted to just explore what the feeling might make me experience. My mind wanted the sensation of my senses to become reality. Should I let it happen?

"What happen?" Poor Harry. He looks so confused and very calm collected.

"Just thinking." I shrug then began to feel a little shy. We started walking again until we reached my room, entering and sat down in the bed.

It was a long pause before I turned to Harry and kissed him. Pretty hard too, to the point where my hand clawed the end of his shirt, feeling his skin touch my palm. He wasn't touching me at all which made me confused so I leaned in closer, to kiss him even more harder. He let me but didn't touch me like he usually did. No light grasp on my waist of sides. I pulled away, grabbing his arm and set it on my side. His hand left my side right away, leaving me upset of his action. I pulled my lips away because of my embarrassment.

I looked away, and touched my lips. What is wrong with me? Why is it that I want it so bad? Why do I have these urges? Though yet, I have guilt every time I actually want to try it. Like now. So then.. Why did Harry pull away from my hint? He use to grab me closer to him every time we did. Why not right now?

"Are you upset?" Harry said. "Are you sad that I pulled my hand away when you hinted me to touch you?" He was absolutely correct but, I turned a little more away from him because I was turning so red. "Mary," he sighed, "I don't know if you have noticed but I have been maturing. My mind has told me and the bible, that it is not right to touch a woman until marriage, don't think that it's because I don't have interest in you anymore. I love you more than anything. We are just so busy. I mean, I was the one who always wanted to do things with you, god knows how you will react if you took a look in my brain. I know you are still experimenting new feelings in your mind, and you are in the urge of how sex feels like, right?" And he was right again, so I just nodded. A little chuckle escaped his precious mouth, "But that is bullshit to me." He laughed. "Mary, I just wasn't sure what you were going for and I was actually... scared."

I faced him, and he had a simple little smile on the corner of his mouth. "You?" I paused. "You got scared to touch me?"

"I mean, c'mon Mary I just feel like you are not ready to feel the big thing yet." He said, making me giggle a little but then my face went straight. "And what I mean as 'big thing' I don't mean-"

"Yeah, I know.." I flush. "I get what you mean." There is that awkward vibe once again as I drum my finger on my thigh. I know he is looking at me too but then I then I heard Libby's voice in my head 'just try it,' over and over. He can not see me bare but I know something won't hurt. "Harry?" Everything inside me was tingling as I stood up in front of him. He looked startled as I walked I front of him. "Don't touch me but just look at me."

"What are you going to do, Mary." He uncomfortably shifts on my bed, looking at all of me. It made me feel amazing as his eyes traveled on my body but actually scared I am actually going to let him see my skin. Not my breast or below my pelvis but my skin underneath my hidden private areas. "Oh." He got the hint and scoot in closer to watch me. His large hand settled to support under his chin, widening his legs apart - just watching.

I begin with my cardigan, swiftly sliding my sleeves off and setting it on the floor. Harry watched the cardigan go on the floor, hearing an audible gulp. Then eyes came back to me, and to my chest. Next came my blouse. It was a flowy white blouse that fit quite comfortably. Taking the ends, (it's time) I pull it up, (this is actually happening) air hits my bare stomach; (my heart is beating faster than ever) and I pull it over my head. (It's off) I stood only bra in front of Harry. His mouth went wide, gulping loudly, and mouth opened again. He but his lips, and began blinking numerously. My breasts were a little bit bigger than average as I got out of high school. They have bloomed and gotten so much bigger. My cleave was showing, making Harry only look at them.

The weird thing is, I didn't care.

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THIS IS SO SHORT.

BUT OMG

(Going to laugh at all my comments!) HAHA

Ps I HAVE BEEN BUSY BECAUSE I AM GRADUATING IN 2 WEEKS