*JaneDoe's POV*
Harry and I we're laying in bed and he suddenly pushed me onto the bed. He whispered things in my ear I can't even repeat. He started kissing me hungrily and started undressing me. He undressed himself and kissed and sucked on my neck.
"Jane, I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied meaning it to the extent.
He massaged my breasts and started licking them. I moaned and tugged at his hair. He let out a groan and I felt his hard member against me.
"Dammit Harry," I groaned. He started taking his boxers off and tugged my panties off as well. He slid in me and I let out screams of pain and pleasure. He moaned my name a little and thrusted into me.
*Harry's POV*
I heard a scream come from Jane's room, waking me up immediately. I got out of the bed and walked out of the room.
Once I got into Jane's room she was sleeping, mumbling stuff to herself.Is she having a nightmare?
"Jane?" I went over to her and shook her a little. I kept repeating her name.
"Harry," she spoke. But I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep.
"Yes it's Harry," I laughed.
"Mm that's good," she smiled. Great, she's awake.
"Having problems sleeping," I asked, stroking her hair.
"It's hard," she spoke again. I sighed and layed down next to her. "That feels so good," she spoke as I stroked her hair.
"Yeah, I love when people play with my hair too," I laughed.
My laughed seemed to have bothered her when she spoke really loud to me, "Harry? What the hell are you doing here?!" She looked at me with wide eyes. Fuck, what'd I do.
"What do you mean? You said it was hard sleeping." I shrugged.
"What? No I didn't." she looked at me confused.
"I heard you scream and I came in here to check up on you. You said 'Harry' and you kept talking so," I explained.
"Fuck," she cursed. She sat up and ran into her bathroom. I heard the sink running and when she came out her face was soaked. "I'm such an idiot," I just looked at her in confusion.
"Why's that?" I questioned.
"I sorta," she spoke again and blushed. What?
"Jane, is everything okay?" I asked concerned. Is she okay? I'm actually starting to worry.
She stayed quiet as she seemed to be asking herself the same question. Did I push it by getting in the bed with her? Did I say something wrong? Should I stay or go back to the guest room? Or home?
"Should I go home? Jane I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"It's nothing you did," she sighed. Well that answered my question.
"Jane do you want me to go?" I asked again.
*JaneDoe's POV*
"Do you want me to go?"
Of course not.
What's going on? I shouldn't have ever talked to him in the first place. Should I have? God something is sooo wrong with this.
"Harry, don't go. I just had a fucked up dream," I sighed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked worried.
Of course, I'd love to talk to you about how you fucked me and I was moaning for more and more of you.
"A little bit, maybe," I blushed.
"Okay, go ahead." He layed back down and pulled me down next to him. I layed next to him, feeling the urge to see if he'd feel like my dream. He felt so goo- JANE!! STOP!!!!!
"Okay, after I talk about this, you can't repeat this to anyone at all. Do you get that?" I asked. He nodded a little bit confused.
"Jane?" He asked again looking straight into my eyes.
"I kind of had a dream that we had sex and I liked it?" I said quickly but it coming out as a question.
"You what?" he asked obviously shocked.
"I had a dream that you and I had sex and I liked it. You whispered things in my ear just knowing it drove me insane. And you just," I stopped for a moment, "you seemed into it." I then noticed how impossible that dream is. No matter how much I liked it, he wouldn't feel the same. Like everyone of the guys I've dated. I felt something and they never did. No body ever will.
"I'm sorry," I looked down breaking away from my clouded thoughts and the silence. He just looked at me, not saying a word.
Then, he sat up. He walked out of my room and into the guest room. What?
You know that song, by Real Friends, Skeletons. For some reason one line of that song kept replaying.
'I remember when "Love" was just a word and not a fight...'
I groaned and put my ear buds in and listened on repeat.
It played on repeat for a while and I cried. I cried because I knew there was no one out there. How could I have been so stupid.
*Harry's POV*
I went into the guest room and tugged at my hair. This isn't supposed to happen. It's just so damn surprising.
She had a dream about her and I.
She liked it.
She apologized for it.
I walked out.
I sat on the bed for the longest time. I remember the first time I saw her in 7th grade. I laughed remembering the old days. Kinda like a song I know.
'I remember when smoke didn't fill my lungs.."
It's a great song, Skeletons by Real Friends. The song played through my head over and over.
I need to fix this. I sat up and went through my jacket. I know it's in here. Jane used to wear alot of band shirts, I used to write them down. I got into mainly all of them. She gave me a great sense of music taste.
I found the slip of paper and went over the bands.
'1. Blink-182
2. Mayday Parade
3. Never Shout Never
4. The Wonder Years
5. Real Friends...' The list went on.
On the back I started to wrote a letter for her.
'Dear Jane,
I'm so sorry about all this. I blame myself. I've had these feelings about you. You're the reason I'm into music. I think you feeling a little bit of this is great actually. I was just surprised I wasn't the only one. The first time someone's actually felt something with me. It's different, I fucking love it. Every girl I dated was a mistake and I can honestly say that because they were skanks. But back in 7th grade I noticed you. The bands you had on shirts, I wrote them all down and googled them. I started listening to them and I had probably the same music taste as you. I still probably do.
I always learned through songs, can you relate? I'm not sure where this is going, I think you're cool Jane. I'm so sorry for calling you a bitch, I'm sorry for being such a fucking ass all the time through school. I'm sorry for being that way.
Not sure how to sign of letters,
Harry
p.s I wrote this without thinking. I hope it makes sense.'
I looked at the note. I'm not reading it, it's for Jane.
