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VI. - "I can manage."

Elle’s POV:

When I came back into the room I saw Harry laying on the bed wearing a loose black T-shirt and grey sweatpants and staring intently at his phone. I snapped him out of his focus when I softly closed the door behind me. His face lit up with a smile and he set his phone down on the nightstand beside him.

"You okay?" I asked, my eyes flashed towards his phone then back at him. I laid down on the bed next to Harry, resting my head on his chest while scooting closer to his body.

For a moment he didn’t speak and I thought there was something wrong. “Jai texted me.” He sighed out loud making me bite my lip.

"What did he say?"

"He said that he really enjoyed tonight and he wants to see you again soon." When Harry said this I heard his heart beat rise.

"I wouldn’t mind that. He’s fun."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Harry chuckled coldy.

I sat up and glared at him, “No I’m not. He actually let me do something for myself and let me make my own decision.”

"Haha, okay. You still aren’t hanging out with him." Harry looked away from me and clenched his jaw.

"Fuck you. You cannot tell me what to do and treat me like a child." I whispered harshly and started to get up from the bed. Harry’s hand grabbed my wrist and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Elle, I-I’m sorry okay? I just don’t want him to turn you into something you’re not." I knew he wasn’t telling me something so I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah right, asshole."

"Elle I like you a lot!" Harry blurted out.

I stared at him with my mouth hung open, in shock. Harry just shut his eyes and gulped as if this were a hassle to say.

"I have probably the biggest crush on you and I care about you so much." Harry whispered, almost pleaded as he tugged my wrist towards him. Slightly smiling I went back into my previous position and rested my head against his chest. His hand rubbed my back gently and he placed a small kiss to my forehead.

"If you like me so much, then why don’t you want to kiss me?" I whispered into his chest.

"I’m so afraid of becoming Travis. I don’t want to hurt you." Harry’s voice came out weak and broken making my heart ache.

I sat up in his bed and grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Harry, we both know you will never be as low as Travis. Never, not in a million years. I know you want it, and you know I want it too. Oh god, I like you so much.” With that, I pressed my lips against his. At first he was shocked and didn’t kiss me back. Then he moved his lips against mine and I felt the fireworks happening in our kiss.

We both sat up on the bed now, my hands still pressed to his cheeks, eyes closed, lips glued together. His hands gripped my waist and moved me under him, still not breaking the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist while he placed his arms on either side of me for support as he hovered over me. I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip and I gladly accepted his entrance into my mouth. As we both explored each other’s mouths with our tongues his hips started rocking into mine and I let out a soft moan. I was only wearing the thin fabric of my underwear so I could feel how hard he was as he ground himself down onto my core. Harry broke our kiss and began to place sloppy kisses down my neck, biting and sucking along the way.

"Harry…" I breathed out helplessly. I didn’t want him to get carried away, his mom was in the room next to us and I probably won’t be able to contain my moans.