labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Forty-One: Delicate

THREE SIMPLE WORDS. Those three simple words were the building blocks of any sort of feeling or emotion you thought you've ever felt. Three words equated one complex sentence. It was an adventitious feeling that took hold of me, not yet unacquainted with the intensity that was of ardor. And through the manageable pain, I knew this was a love to be written about. It was a love he deserved, more than I ever knew. So I told him what I've truly felt, and what I knew he was feeling too: I loved him. And with that, he took every part of me until it was gone, mixed with every part of him. No other kiss of his could amount to the way these felt, almost as if they had a mind of their own. It was nearly surprising to see how a man brooding with so much intimidation could be so gentle towards me, making sure I was comfortable all the way through.

"I love you." Three simple words that fell from my lips and imprinted onto his. It didn't take long for him to tell me he loved me too, parting from my lips to look me directly in the eyes. After he professed his love back, he continued pleasing me in ways I didn't think were possible. Thinking back to all that we did has me trying to catch my breath again, the way his forehead was moist with sweat, the way his muscles would involuntarily flex as me moved, and how could I forget the way his mouth would hang open as he was unraveling above me.

And while him and I tangled together in the reflection of his ceiling mirror was more than I could have ever imagined, fear had driven its course through me as I had given him my everything, fearing the thought of rejection because I was too...pure. This sounds like regret, but I'm far from it. To regret this moment would be completely asinine. If I would have known from the beginning that it would end up like this, I wouldn't change a damn thing. I've done a lot of rueful things in my other "relationships", but for him to be my first is the last thing I would be remorseful about.

Unfortunately, even with all this thinking, I can't remove the dull ache between my legs as well as I would have hoped. While I did enjoy myself for the most part, the latter was truthfully uncomfortable. It was a lot to get used to, that I'm sure about. If I wasn't so distracted, I would probably be relishing in embarrassment, seeing how especially new this is to me, and not to him. But I'm saving that conversation until at least morning.

Harry's arm restricts around my torso as he pulls me in closer to his male body. His deep breathing is hot against my ear, not from sleep though, he was very much awake. My body feels weak and I feel oddly sick, but it's like his body's warmth somehow heals me. The touch of his lips appears on my left shoulder, his damp hair falling against the side of my cheek. Something so serene, so delicate.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks softly after a long silence since our heated event. He finds a way to lift his hand and caress the side of my face, the gesture warming up my body all over again.

"Just a little..." I squeak, looking up at him through my eyelashes as he passes his thumb over my cheek. I still feel weird after it all, even though it was starting to get better towards the end. It obviously didn't last as long as it would have if I didn't have my discomfort.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Harry gingerly rubs his hand over my back as my head rest just under the crook of his neck. His skin is still damp against my cheek, but I honestly could care less. "I love you so much, baby." His voice is no octave higher than that of a whisper. "I can't tell you enough how much you mean to me, my beautiful girl." He pecks at my bare shoulder once more before effortlessly turning my hips so that he could meet me in a kiss. This kiss couldn't have been more comforting in addition to the way he's holding me tight under the blanket so I couldn't escape. And why would I want to escape? Couldn't I just stay here forever?

Suddenly the lights change back to its natural color, but still as dim as the red ones have been. It's probably to conserve energy, but it's enough for me to see him as he is, laying beside me with eyes drooped in a gaze of love. He holds me close, his bare body hugging mine so I wouldn't be so insecure about my nude appearance—as I had expressed throughout our intimacy.