shorts || h.s.

4 days before

"Harry! I'm home!" Connor yelled through the apartment.

"In the bedroom!" He called back to her.

She sauntered into the bedroom, and spotted him upright against the headboard, a book in hands.

"Are you reading my book?" Connor giggled, and crawled onto the bed.

"Yeah, it's very emotional," Harry said, wiping a fake tear.

"Oh hush," she said.

"How was work?" He asked and played with strands of her hair. He watched her smile light up as she talked about all the different people she saw today. She loves working as a book critic so much, and Harry admires her love for it. He knows she is so happy with her job, and he loves to watch her talk about it.

Suddenly, Harry's feelings for her took over, and he leaned in to give her a kiss. He put his hands on her legs that were folded under her bum, and she leaned into him, deepening the kiss a bit. She wove her fingers into his hair and pulled on his curls. He smiled into the kiss, and brought her onto his lap so she was straddling him. He flipped them over so that Harry was on top, and he grabbed her hands. He laced his fingers through them, and parted his lips from hers.

She cupped his face, and brushed her fingers over his checks. They were rapidly breathing as Harry decided to duck down to kiss her again. His hands began to wander around her body, tracing the curves he loved oh-so-well, and his fingers slipped under her shirt.
She squirmed a bit, and Harry backed away.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Your fingers are cold, that's all," she said, and kissed him again. He pushed her shirt farther and farther up her torso, and eventually it was gathered at her chest.

She broke the kiss to let him speechlessly remove her shirt from her body. He looked down at her stomach, and traced his fingers lightly over her.

"Harry, don't," she grabbed his hand.

"Oh, babe you're so beautiful, though," he protested, and tried to trace her outline once again, but she blocked him.

"Harry, I'm not like all those models, though. I'm not skinny like them," she said.

It was true, Connor obviously wasn't a flat stomach type of girl. But Harry didn't care. He loved that she was healthy. He loved not seeing her hip bones. He loved seeing her stomach protrude a bit, just because that's who she was.

"But Con, that doesn't matter to me, I love you and all of you. I don't care that your stomach isn't flat, I love it just the way it is," he smiled.

She kissed him again and again and again. He slipped his fingers all around her body, eventually finding her back, where her bra hooks.

He started to fumble with it, but Connor held his forearms.

"No, not today Harry," she breathed against his forehead.

He nodded silently and kissed her again. He climbed off of her, and tossed her the shirt that was removed earlier.

"Well, Harry, I didn't mean-"

"No, I know. I just don't trust myself. I don't want to push you any farther than you want to go, and I have to control myself."

"Oh, alright," she said, and slipped her shirt on.

Well well well I see a little liar Harry in the near future