Watermelon Sugar

9

a/n - smut warning :)) enjoy

Amber POV
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I wake up feeling body heat and the sun in my face. I look up and remember what happened last night. I had a nightmare, I hate when I have nightmares. But he was here to comfort me. I look down and realize that he's only in his boxers, my bare leg is strapped over him and I'm embarrassed that I took my, well his sweatpants off last night.

I take a minute and sit in this moment. I am actually cuddling with Harry Styles right now and it's not a dream. ITS NOT A DREAM!! Oh my gosh. His body is so beautiful, I can't help myself. I bring my fingers to his tattoos and start to trace them again, this time starting with the butterfly.

I feel him start to wake up but getting carried away, I slide my finger down to trace his fern tattoos and I hear him say "Well, Good morning to you too" I freeze in my spot and hesitantly move my leg off of him. "Good morning, Harry" and he just smiles his biggest smile at me and after a second of melting at the view, I realize that I'm not wearing the makeup I took off last night and instantly feel naked.

I cover up my face and look down, not wanting him to see the ugly but he moves my hands by my wrists and lifts my chin up. "Darling, you're beautiful... you don't have to hide. Not from me" I bite my lip, holding back my smile. I'm blushing so hard right now I can just feel it.

"I hate to ask, and you don't have to tell me but your dream last night?" He asks
"It's okay ... I um. I still get nightmares from time to time about my um dad."
"Oh. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I will be. I don't have them too often I have just gotten used to them now."
"Have you ever tried talking to someone?" He furrows his brows, looking concerned.
"No, it's hard for me to open up to people. No matter who they are and I don't like the idea of a stranger knowing my thoughts and I don't know it just kind of scares me." I tell him... still surprised I'm so open to telling him what I feel.
"Well, I'm here if you ever need to talk about it. I may not be the best at giving advice but I'm here to listen, always." I smile to him
"Thank you, Harry"

At this point we're both sitting up against the headboard. Just sitting in silence.
"Would you like some breakfast?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, sure. Just let me shower and change and I'll be down" luckily I had some extra clothes in my bag, not planning to spend the night. I never thought that would happen, but I'm happy it did.

Before I start to scoot away, he grabs my leg carefully, pulling me over him so I'm straddling his lap. I pull a confused face at him and he reaches up to put my loose hair behind me ear and I shiver at his touch. "You're so beautiful" he says, looking in my eyes. "Amber, I want to kiss you" I instantly get scared and he notices. "What's wrong?" He asks with concern "you don't have to kiss me if you aren't comfortable, I promise"

"It's not that, Harry, it's just that ... you, well, you would be my first kiss." I say, barely above a whisper because it's embarrassing. I'm 21 and I've never been kissed.
"Well that's hard to believe, someone like you so beautiful, why have you never been kissed?" He asks, waiting for my answer intently.
"Well in high school I used to be fat and no guy wanted to be with a fat girl. I got called names and I just. It scarred me." I try not to tear up, thinking back and he reaches up for my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm so sorry, you should never have been treated like that" he says softly
"I know... well I know that now. I worked so hard to get my body to where it is today, for me to love myself and my body"

"I love your body too" he smirks and I roll my eyes. He starts to lean in closer to my face, looking from my eyes to my lips, searching for approval and I nod. His lips meet mine and they are so warm and soft. He kisses me so softly and I kiss him back and it is filled with so much passion. We pull away with smiles on both of our faces and I am so lucky here in this moment to be with him. I crave more. I move in this time, pressing my lips to his... kissing him again because I know I never want this feeling to go away. We start to kiss with more need and I feel it getting heated. I involuntarily grind my hips against his, forgetting that the only material between us is my underwear and his boxers, it's so thin that I can feel his length start to harden.