Sweaters [hs]

seven

 i triple dog dare you to listen to stay while you read this

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  Harry somehow managed to open the door, while holding Noah steady in his arms. He found it quite difficult to keep his lips attached to hers, seeing that they were both soaking wet from the pouring rain outside.

They both somehow managed to become even closer, Noah’s arms draped around Harry’s neck; Harry squeezing her hips. Closing the door behind him, dropping his keys on the ground, he gently pushes Noah’s wet hair out of her face; sitting her on the counter. With his body in between her legs, he continues to kiss her full of passion.

Their breaths are tangled within each other, and Noah’s not sure if she’s even breathing correctly. Harry finally slips and stumbles up the stairs into his bedroom.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Harry managed to whisper to Noah, gently placing her on the bed. Droplets from her hair slung onto the headboard, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss full of intensity, lust, desire.

Noah paused to lift her soaking wet, wool sweater of her head, slinging it to the floor. Harry struggled to keep eye contact with her, biting his lip harshly.

“Fuck.” He cursed, lifting his shirt over his head as well. Noah laughed quietly, pulling the nape of Harry’s neck back down, kissing him softly.

Harry pushed her back onto the bed, before lowering his head and placing miniscule, butterfly kissed to her navel.

He lifted his head, beginning to unbutton Noah’s jeans; his hands trembling.

After three months of dating, Harry though it was soon enough to show his love for her; instead of constantly telling her. They were both so eager and excited to express their love, they both bumped heads; Noah rubbing her forehead, while Harry apologized profusely.

“God, Harry.” Noah was too eager to wait, she yanked her bottoms off; Harry fitting in between her legs.

Harry pulled his pants off, and with one hand. He began to pull his boxers down. Noah sat up, suddenly nervous.

“Fuck, Harry, I- I’m a virgin.” Noah closed her eyes, and rested her forehead against his.

“Noah, are you sure you want to do this right now? We could wait, it honestly doesn’t have to be right now. I mean, there’s always other times, you know?” Harry rambled on, pulling his soaking wet boxers back up his body.

Noah simply shook her head, stopping his hands. “I-I want you. Because fuck, Harry I actually just my love you, a lot.” Noah put her sweater back over her head, sitting up.

Harry copied her actions, putting all of his clothing on; standing up in front of her. He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say. So he laughed, and laughed. He laughed until his eyes squinted up, he laughed until he had to hold his stomach, and he laughed until Noah ran out of the room crying, he laughed until he heard the door slam.

It wasn’t until he knew Noah was far, far away until he actually stopped laughing; then and only then did he start crying. He did not stop crying, until he knew Noah had left him for good.

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She hated him. She absolutely loathed him with all of her heart, and all of her soul. She never knew she would fall so hard for him. She didn’t know if it was his hair, his green eyes, or his plump pink lips; she fell hard, too hard.

She laid on her bedroom floor, sobbing. Mascara running down her cheeks, the pounding rain didn’t help either. She sniffled and more tears left her eyes. Noah didn’t know how Harry really felt, and she didn’t think she cared either.

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 im sorry i havent updated in what feels like years.