Tiny Dancer

Chapter 16 - confessions.

Harry's POV.

I'd been watching her sleep for ages now, it's hard not to. 

She looks like an angel, her blonde hair spread all over the pillow and her face snuggled into my chest. Her lips parted a little.

I caressed her naked hip gently with my fingertips, I hope I didn't hurt her last night, well I know it hurt at the time I just hope it doesn't hurt still. 

I can't bear the thought of her going back to the doctors for painkillers, because I hurt her.

"Morning baby." She groaned as she fluttered her blue eyes open, but making no effort to get up from the comfy position we were currently in.

"Hey." I whispered into her forehead, kissing her gently.

"Are you sore?" I asked, looking her in the eyes as she blushed.

"No," she smiled, thank god.

"Well a tiny bit, but that happens to every girl after sex so you know, I'm fine." She rambled, yeah I've heard of that.

"Okay," I yawned again as I twirled some of her hair around my finger.

"I like your bedroom." She grinned, staring around my bedroom.

"Mm," I mumbled into her silky, soft skin.

"Can we play the confessions game?" She giggled as she propped herself up on her elbows next to me, our legs still entangled.

"Yeah, lemme just get some boxers on." I asked as I slid out of bed and walked over to the chest of drawers, pulling out some tight black Calvins.

"Yeah, okay." She smiled politely, I pulled my boxers on and slipped back into the bed next to her.

"So how do you play this game?" I asked.

"Right, we sit back to back, so we can't see each others faces, then confess something!" She grinned, giddy like a schoolgirl.

"Why can't we see each others face?" I asked, confusedly getting into position, facing the wall with my back against hers.

"So we feel more brave! You go!" She giggled, I felt her shift about slightly with excitement.

"You're the first girl I've ever been in love with." I mumbled.

"You're the only guy who's made me, err, cum." I could almost feel her blushing, a sense of pride rippled through me.

"I really, really, like going down on you." I flushed, wow being back to back is making me brave.

"I really, really, like it when you go down on me." She giggled, thank god.

"I get this weird feeling in my heart when I'm not with you, I miss you." I told her, lying my head back so it was resting on her shoulder.

"I don't have nightmares when you're in bed with me." She whispered, nightmares? About what.

"I watch you sleep when I wake up first." I heard her giggle a little.

"I love kissing you, I could do it all day." She added.

"I'm self conscious about my back because of my acne scars." I cringed.

"I think one boob is bigger than the other," she mumbled, aw my girl.

"I love it when you cuddle me and sleep with your head on my chest." I told her.

"I didn't develop in the chest area until I was fourteen and people used to call me the ambassador of the itty bitty titty committee." I could almost feel her cringe.