Photograph | H. S.

14

"I swear I'll kill him." Harry groans as he enters your house. Your parents were out, but he had already met them anyway. They adored him. You had met Harry's mother as well, a lovely woman.

"What's wrong?" You frown, the pair of you sitting on the sofa.

"I went to talk to my father today. To try to convince him to change his mind, you know. But he remains a jerk." Your boyfriend sighs heavily, running his fingers through his hair. Your heart aches at his expression.

"I'm so sorry. C'mere." You open your arms, that he gladly accepts, "We still have the contest. And I truly believe you can win." You say, kissing his temple.

"If I win, it'll be because of you." He mumbles against your neck.

"You're the photographer."

"And you're the model."

"Ugh, you're such a pain in the ass."

"But you love it." He looks up, winking.

"Sure thing, Jan."

He shuts you up by crashing his lisp to yours, and as many times before, you feel the kiss intensifying as Harry's tongue makes its way inside your mouth, making you moan slightly. His fingers run up and down your waist.

"Fuck, y/n." Harry grunts when you tug his curls.

You chuckle between kisses, pulling him closer.

However, as you both start slowly laying down, realisation hits you.

"Harry." You whisper as he kisses down your neck, "Harry, I can't."

He seems to hear you, because he moves away, "Shit, I'm sorry."

"No, I am sorry. You've been nothing but patient with me." You stroke his cheek, "I need to tell you something."

"It's okay you-"

"No. I want to." You cut him off, "You told me about your dad, so now I want to tell you about this. It's about me and Zayn, so I hope it's not awkward." You start and Harry frowns, "But I really need to get this out."

"Baby, you can tell me anything." He puts a hand on your hip, squeezing it softly.

"Okay, so... as you know, Zayn was my very first boyfriend, we dated for several months and we had a happy relationship overall. One night, we had a wonderful date and we were willing to take things further. I was obviously super nervous because it was my first time, but I loved and trusted him. However, it didn't go as I was expecting."

"Did he...?" Harry's expression is legible, but you shake your head.

"No, he never forced me into anything." You assure him, "But it just didn't seem to work, you know? I felt so much pain, it was like my body was rejecting him. He kept saying it was okay, that there was no rush, but I knew he was disappointed. And I kept thinking if there was something wrong with me... Gosh, this is embarrassing." You try to joke, but you cover your face with your hands so you wouldn't begin to cry in front of Harry.

"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart." He says, taking your hands and putting them down, "He was the idiot for leaving you after that, when you needed him the most. I would have punched him in the face at the party if I knew."

You smile slightly, wiping off your tears and hugging him, "Thank you, Harry. It was a relief speaking this out."

"You can always talk to me, yeah?" He says, kissing your head.

You nod against his chest, "You're the only person who knows besides Emma and Louis. Thank you for being so comprehensive, it means a lot to me."

"I'm your boyfriend, that's my job." He chuckles, "We have all the time in the world baby, you don't really need to rush with me. I love you."

"What?" You gasp, glancing up at him.

"Ah, shit I'm sorry, it slipped out of my mouth." Harry stutters, his eyes widen, but then he smiles, "I don't regret saying it though, I do love you y/n."

Your eyes water with tears as you pull him back into another hug, "I can't say it back right now, because I've only said it once and it was to the wrong person, but I feel the same way." You sob in his ear.

"It's okay. You don't need to say it back."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising. You say it when you say it. I love you and want you to know that."

You smile through your tears and give him a simple but passionate kiss, showing your love for him without the words you couldn't say at the moment.