London Eye

Chapter 7: Did he say what I thought he said?

We got inside and I was shivering and so was Harry.

"Come upstairs with me." Harry said wrapping his arms around my shoulders, trying to keep me warm as he guided me up the stairs.

"In the 4 years I've known you, Ive never seen your room." I said as we walked up the stairs.

"Crazy... I think you'll like my bed..." Harry said attempting to flirt. I started laughing.

"Nice one Harry. Not cheesey at all." I laughed.

"Its not easy being cheesey." He said.

"Too far."

"Oh." We both started laughing as we walked in his room. I set my bag on the couch in front of his tv. His room was huge. He had a main room and than a door that lead to his bed. He had another door that lead to his bathroom which was huge also. In his bathroom was a huge walk in closet with all the cute clothes I've seen him in.

"HOLY. HARRY? WHAT THE HELL? IT'S HUGE!" I said. Harry laughed as he put his keys on the table where his 60 inch t.v. was. He had another 45 inch tv in the room with his bed.

"Do you like it?" I glared at him.

"Nooo." I said sarcastically. "It's not like my room is the size of the room with your bed in it."

Harry laughed again.

"I'm going to go to the toilet." I said. I walked in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was soaking wet. I was so soaked you could see my purple bra underneath my white tshirt.

"Shit." I lightly hit the counter with my fists. There was a light knock on the door.

"Its Harry, love." Harry said through the door.

"Come in." I groaned. Harry came in and I stared at him like he should read my mind and know what im mad about.

"What?" Harry asked.

"My shirt?!" I pointed at my wet, now see-through shirt.

"What about it?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Were you just looking at it? Able to see EVERYTHING underneath my shirt?" I bit my lip nervously and shivered because I was still freezing.

He didn't say anything. He just came over to me and took my flannel off, slowly, along with my now wet beanie, revealing my matted soaking-wet hair.

"H-Harry... W-What are you d-doing?" I said nervously, still stuttering from being cold.

"Let's get these wet clothes off..." Harry wispered seductively in my ear.

"H-How about y-yours?" I said.

He took off his blazer and his scarf, slowly. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the room with the bed in it.

He slowly took off my white tshirt and I kicked off my boots. I unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off. He unbuttoned my jeans and I threw them to the side. We both stood there, I stood there in nothing but my purple lace bra and matching underwear and he stood there in his black calvin klein boxers.

Harry grabbed the back of my neck gently and leaned in to kiss me, as I did the same. He gently pressed his lips to mine. I grabbed his brown curls and pulled his head closer to me, making him kiss me harder. He put his other hand around my waist softly and pulled me closer to him.

One of my hands were holding his hair and the other was laying on his shoulder. His tongue dragged across my bottom lip, begging for an entrance, which was soon granted. His tongue explored my mouth. I began to pull away a little but Harry grabbed my head and pulled my head to him so I kissed him more.

He layed me down on the bed, not breaking our kiss.

"H-Harry." I broke our kiss. He looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worry in his eyes.

"N-Niall would be pissed at you.." I said.

"Violette... he knows I've liked you for a while. He was mad that you wouldn't want it... he wasn't mad that you would be okay with it... he thought that I forced you to..."

"You're right... I want to Harry... but I just don't know if I'm ready..."

"I understand, love. Im not forcing you to have sex with me. It's your choice."

"I-" I stopped myself debating how to tell him I'm still a virgin.

"What?" He said gently while stroking my hair.

"I'm not- I'm.. uhh.. I'm a um... virgin.." I spit out the words and hated my self for stuttering.

"It's ok, love." He reassured me.

"But... I-I'm afraid I'll mess u-up." I said.

"I can teach you.." He said looking down at me as he was on top of me still.

"W-what?" I nearly choked on air. Did he say what I thought he said?