The Writer (AU)

Chapter Seventeen~ How the tables are turning

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Harry's POV:

Laying there with her clutched to my side, I knew she was hurting. Maybe not necessarily from just school, but the fight with her dad, or maybe she really was about to start her period.

"Sorry," she sighed, sitting up from me, leaving her hands on my torso only to quickly remove them. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair. "You can touch me, Ellie." I could see the look in her eyes every time we were together. She wanted to touch me, but she was nervous. I knew she had never been touched even in a non sexual way like I would try and do with her and I couldn't help but dote on how adorable and innocent she was. I'm not saying I'm out here screwing anything with legs, but I've had my go around with a few girls.

"Sorry," she blushed. "Sorry for saying sorry so much."

"It's okay," I laughed harder and tried to think of a way to get her more comfortable around me.

"Sorry." She wouldn't stop saying sorry. That would be something I'd try and work on with her. She had nothing to apologize for.

"It's all good." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back of it before holding it to my chest.

"I'm crazy, you'll come to find that out soon enough." Taking her hand from my chest, I could see her blushing.

"You're not crazy," I shrugged.

"Ellie?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Yeah?" she sighed with a small smile.

"Are you scared to touch me?" I tried to keep a straight face and I could see her breathing speed up.

"N-no,"she replied. She was lying. I could tell by the way her cheeks flared at the mention of touching me.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

"No, not at all."

"Then, what's up? I don't want you to ever be afraid to touch me or tell me anything." I wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible around me without forcing her to do anything. That's not what I was trying to do. I'm trying to show her how it is in a relationship. Couples are affectionate and warm with each other. She shy's away whenever I touch her leg.

"I'm just not used to you," she sighed. "Or any boy really taking an interest in me. I just didn't grow up in a very affectionate family. I'm just afraid if I do touch you, I'll like, mess up or something. I don't know." Sitting up, I pulled my hoodie over my head and tossed it on the floor..

"I'm not trying to force you to do anything," I murmured. "Just do whatever you feel comfortable with and we'll go from there." I wanted to emphasize that I wasn't forcing her into anything.

"Harr-" she started.

"Ellie," I said with a low tone and grabbed her hand, putting it against my chest right over my heart. "Don't be scared." Meeting my eyes, she took a deep breath.

"I don't know if I'll be able to control myself," she whispered.

"That's okay," I chuckled. "We only have to go as far as you want to." Sitting in a short silence, I watched her. Taking a deep breath, she sat on her knees and pushed me back against the pillows, putting my waist between her knees. Chuckling, full of embarrassment from her tomato red cheeks, she let out a breath and bent down to kiss me. Our lips met and her hands were shaking. She left them at her sides and I reached down, placing both against my cheeks as our kisses soon turned more intense. Her hands soon found their own rhythm against my chest as she moved down my face and jaw to kiss my neck and collarbone, I let out a sigh at the tingles that were fingering through my body. She began to laugh and I couldn't help but smile.

"What?" I grinned, my hands resting on her hips.

"It's nothing," she shrugged and laughed even harder against my neck.

"Ellie, c'mon. Tell me." My fingers ran up her sides to tickle her and she squealed before grabbing my hands in hers.

"I wanna," she sighed, trying to stop her laughter. "I wanna take your shirt off." I began to chuckle and kissed her forehead before sitting up.

"Go ahead," I urged. Her hands were shaking again as she brought them to the hem of my t-shirt and started to lift it off my torso. My eyes closed as I lifted my arms in the air and she took it all the way off. Putting her hands on my bare shoulders, I fought back a moan as she ran her hands across my torso. She was too good at this.

"Is this okay?" she asked, pushing me back against the pillows again.

"Yes," I chuckled, looking up at her and reaching to put a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable," she laughed.

"Trust me, you're not." Chuckling, she leaned down to kiss me and then moved lower to my neck, collarbone and chest. Failing at controlling my breathing as her warm lips agonizingly made their way down my torso, I could feel myself begin to harden as she brought her lips back to mine and kissed me passionately.

"There's no way you've never done this before," I laughed against her warm, soft neck.

"I watch HBO. I know what to do, I've just never had practice," she chuckled and tried to control her breathing as I placed soft kisses against her neck and collar bone. Her hands ran over my back as I brought her face back to mine and I knew she could feel me against her leg by now. She had me. She had me good. Her soft fingers trailed up my back and into my hair, slightly tugging. I wasn't even trying to hold back my moan. How the hell did she know what to do?

"You thought you wouldn't be able to control yourself?" I breathed, pulling away and resisting the temptation to rip her pants off.

Clearing her throat, she blushed with embarrassment. "I did. I wasn't sure if I'd go all like, sex goddess on you on the first try." Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. She really had no inkling of understanding of what I wish I could do to her. And we'd only been dating for a few days. Dear God. Opening my eyes, I stared down at her.

"You have no idea what I could do to you," my voice low but still gentle. "How can you not know how beautiful and truly infatuating you are?" she stayed quiet underneath me and I couldn't get anything from her.

"Am I scaring you?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"No," she said, barely audible. Her pupils were almost covering the green of her eyes and her breathing was labored. I was honestly afraid to touch her. I was the one that didn't know if I could stay under control.

"Ellie, I want to tell you something and you have to promise me it won't change the way you think of me," I sighed, hoping she wouldn't think I was some freak.

"I promise," she whispered, her thumb rubbing my cheek.

"I-" I bit my lip, trying to think of how to phrase it. "When I do things like this..."

"Harry, just say it," she laughed.

"I tend to get a little rough," I blurted out, feeling my cheeks flush in embarrassment. It wasn't something I was proud of.

"Define rough," she grinned with a laugh as she blushed.

"Like, I tend to leave marks. Nothing BDSM of the sort or spanking. That weirds me out, but like, bruises of my fingers on someone's hips because of how hard I was holding them or a harsh love bite."

"Okay?"

"Okay? You're not like, weirded out by that?" I asked actually surprised.

"No," she shrugged. "What else do you like?" Now she was turning into a giggly little girl and I couldn't help but laugh in relief.

"When you tug on my hair."

"What else?"

"We didn't get very far," I teased, slightly squeezing her hip. "What do you like?"

"I like kissing your neck and running my fingers through your hair," she smiled. "And hearing you moan." The last part was merely a whisper but I couldn't help but laugh.

"No love, what do you like that I do to you?"

"We didn't get very far," she winked and pulled my face back to hers.