"Emma, baby, I love you, but what the fuck did you put in this bag?" Louis protests while the four of you were putting the suitcases for the weekend in the back of his car, the next day. It was his parents' house so he would drive.
"This is what you signed up for when you became my boyfriend." Emma laughs and he rolls his eyes.
"y/n is not making Harry carrying her stuff."
"y/n is a saint, I'm the devil darling." She winks at him.
You and Harry laugh at the pair of them, finishing loading the car.
"Everything ready? Let's go!"
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"Wake up, angel. We're here." Harry strokes your face gently, finding you adorable when you wake up blinking and yawning. You had to get up pretty early for the trip, so you fell asleep on Harry's shoulder shortly after you all got on the road.
"I'm so hungry."
"It's almost lunch time, we'll eat something in a minute." Harry informs and you nod, kissing his cheek.
After an afternoon of unpacking, exploring the house, playing silly games and laughing, you all decide to watch a movie in the living room, each one of you snuggling with your partner.
"Look at us, we're like bored married couples." Emma says, and everyone laughs.
"Oh, we're everything but bored." Louis adds, winking at her, who blushes furiously.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed, you're saying nonsenses already." Emma gets up and pulls a whining Louis with her, "See you tomorrow, guys."
"Good night, don't be too nasty." You joke and they flip you off.
"So, is this when we have a deep late night conversation?" Harry whispers, giggling.
"Oh, that's a must." You smile.
He strokes your hair, not saying anything for a minute, looking into your eyes.
"What's your dream?" He suddenly asks.
"My dream?"
"Yeah. Tell me about your biggest dream."
You tilt your head, thinking about it, "I don't know. I feel like I should say something unique, but I never really thought about it because my life is simple and happy." You laugh.
Harry smiles, "Well, I have a dream."
"Which is?"
"Call me cliché, but I wanna own a big photography gallery one day and expose all the photos I take, professionally and unprofessionally, because all the special moments deserve to be framed and remembered. That's why I love it so much. You can capture anything and just keep it in your pocket as long as you want." He says, and you can't avoid looking at him in awe.
"You're working for your dream. And that's beautiful." You tell him.
"It's just... I picture it so many times. What if it's not like I've always imagined it?" He sighs.
"It will be. A dream is only a dream, until you decide to make it real."
He smiles a bit, "What if it is? What do I do then?"
"I think that's the good part. You have to find a new dream." You shrug playfully.
Harry looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you feel your heart could burst.
"You're so perfect. I love you so much." He whispers, pulling you into him.
And your heart bursts.
You say it back without words.
"y/n." Harry grunts into your mouth as you climb on his lap and pull his hair, "y/n, we should stop-"
"No." You whisper, "I want this, Harry."
"You sure-" He starts but you cut him off by pressing your lips together again and beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt.
"O-Okay." He gasps, "Fuck, okay."
He's quick to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom you'd share. He lays you down on the bed and gets on the top of you, a smirk on his lips.
"You can't escape now, y/l/n." He teases and you laugh, pulling him into a kiss.
You were nervous, of course. You had only done this one time before and it went not so great. But you loved Harry, so much it scared you, and there was no other place you'd rather be right now.
Harry kissed your lips, then your nose, trailed down your neck and collarbone, sending shivers all over your body. Your heart was pounding like crazy, but then Harry presses a soft kiss to your lips and looks into your eyes.
"It doesn't have to hurt, you know." He whispers, slowly getting inside of you, just a little bit, and stops to kiss your cheeks, then a little more, stopping to kiss your temple, and so on.
You knew what he was doing. He was trying to distract you from any discomfort or pain. That made you love him a thousand times more.
He got completely inside of you, and it didn't hurt at all.
He starts moving slowly, never stopping kissing you, and you feel nothing but pleasure. You trace your nails along his back, causing him to moan.
"Fuck." Harry gasps, thrusting faster into you, the room filling with quiet whimpers and groans.
"So fucking perfect." He breathes out as he reaches your hand, intertwining your fingers, tightening up as you both come to your release.
You lay down a breathing mess, "Well, that went great." You smile.
Harry chuckles, hugging you into his chest, still trying to catch his breath, "That went fucking incredible."
You laugh, grabbing one of his hands and playing with the fingers, "Harry?"
"Hmmm?" He hums and you glance up, finding him with his eyes closed, almost asleep. He seemed ethereal.
"I love you."
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Photograph | H. S.
FanfictionThe new student who loves photography arrives. y/n type of story.