HARRY'S POV: (you're welcome, bitchachos)
"If it hurts, tell me." She only nodded, taking a deep breath as I slowly pushed inside of her. I thought I was going to come right then.
"Are you okay?" All I wanted was for her to be okay. She was silent. I looked down at her beautiful brown hair against the pillows and her eyes were closed, her hand had a death grip on my bicep. Hearing her breathing, everything felt sensual and intimate.
"I'm gonna move now," I whispered after a few more seconds. Inhaling sharply as I slightly withdrew from her, she clutched tight onto my biceps. After a few more minutes of moving, I could tell the pain was replaced. I could see tears coming to fruition in the corners of her eyes and bent down to kiss her.
"Are you okay?" I laced my fingers in between hers and gripped her hand.
"Yes," she sighed, the tears finally falling. Did it hurt? If it did, she wasn't telling me it did. This was the most intimate love making I'd ever had. There was something that felt so right about this.
"I'm close." Oh God. Little did she know, I was close, too.
"Ellen," I moaned, slightly picking up speed.
"Harry," she whispered, her eyes closing.
"It's okay, beautiful," I murmured, kissing her forehead. Her grip on my hand tightened and I felt connected to her more than just skin on skin.
"I can't." Her voice sounded so fragile. Kissing her softly, I slowed my pace and put my forehead against hers.
"It's okay, baby. You're safe. It's just you and me," I whispered. "Let go." Her free hand raked slowly down my back as she shook under me. I was done for. My body went stiff and I tried to hold back my moans, failing. The only thing coming from her mouth were slight whimpers and her back fell back against the sheets. Was it weird that I felt like crying too? I slowly pulled out of her and took the condom off before rolling on my back and tossing it in the trash can under her nightstand. Her room was dark, the only light coming from the window and a thin strip under the doorframe probably leading to her bathroom. I felt her roll over and place her head on my chest. Warm tears fell against my butterfly tattoo and I slowly stroked her hair.
"Harry?" she whispered after what seemed like hours in silence.
"Yes, love?" I smiled slightly as she turned her head to "look" up at me,
"What just happened?" Her voice full of all sorts of emotions, I took a deep breath.
"Well, when two people love each other very much-" I began with a wide smile.
"Harry," she giggled, playfully slapping at my chest.
"I'm kidding," I chuckled, kissing her forehead.
"C'mon. In all seriousness." I sat for a few seconds trying to find the words.
"We made inexplicably beautiful love."
"And why did we make inexplicably beautiful love?" she mocked, a cheeky grin on her face and I wasn't sure how to answer her.
"Sometimes, life just happens like that."
"We barely know each other."
"You know all about me," I teased, earning me another slap. "I'm kidding. But, I don't know. Maybe it was meant to happen." I honestly didn't know how to answer her. This incredibly beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, gorgeous girl was lying here with me and I found myself not wanting to move from this position anytime soon.
"You know, Harry," she sighed, sitting up. "For the longest time I thought that I would never have anyone come along that I could be myself around. And for the longest time, I thought I'd never get to meet you. Before, I used to get really depressed and do things that I'm not so proud of. That is, until the five of the most wonderful idiots came along and swooped me up with music. You saved me, Harry." She slightly smiled, and I could see tears falling down her cheeks. "They say everything happens for a reason. And, you know Harry... I think that just as much as you're saving me, I'm saving you too."
AN: feel free to cry with Oreos. I did.
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