Guilty Pleasure (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

Harry's Point-of-View

I still remember the first time I ever saw Reina.

She was leaning against that bar at the pool, her gaze on the ground, drink in hand. She looked so out of place, so nervous, but I instantly felt attracted to her. I just remember thinking Fuck, that girl is fucking beautiful. And I didn't even find it necessary to call her hot because she was so much more than that; she was blessed with such natural beauty unlike any girls I had ever known, I was practically dumbfounded at the sight of her.

Little did I know, as I quickly became infatuated with this beautiful girl, what mysteries were hidden inside of her and what a quest it would be to discover them.

Reina was the most amazing person I had ever met in my entire life. She was just so fucking nice; she couldn't help herself from being kind to everyone she ever encountered. Not to mention, she taught me so much more about myself. Reina taught me how to stop hiding from my past and how to love and accept the life I was given. She experienced a horrible tragedy herself, and yet she devoted so much time in helping me get over mine. And, above all, Reina made me the man I should have always been: she taught me love and patience and devotion, and I knew I would do anything in the world for her.

I can't help but think back to Reina's first sexual experiences with me.

For a girl so beautiful and charming, I found it shocking that she was wholly pure, but I was more than content to be the first and only man to touch her. Reina was so unsure, so nervous, and I found it extremely endearing each time she'd ask me to show her something new. When she allowed me to make love to her for the first time, I felt the strongest emotions I had ever felt run throughout my body: love, admiration, need, and, of course, immense pleasure. But when Reina allowed me to touch her sexually, or she touched me, it was never about the pleasure, it was about the connection we shared. I had never felt as close to someone as I had to Reina, as she allowed me to see her more vulnerable than anyone ever had and trusted me to take care of her. Each intimate moment we shared made our relationship stronger, and I was endlessly thankful that Reina trusted me and allowed me to share such amazing experiences with her.

After I graduated from university, Reina and I weren't able to spend as much time together because I was working full time and she was often bombarded with class work. Luckily, we were able to see each other just enough, and Reina often spent weekends at my apartment, and our relationship stayed strong throughout the year. But, because we were spending more time apart, we quickly learned that we were both extremely stubborn and opinionated people, and we often bickered over the most negligible things. The arguments would end quickly, though, and it's only normal for couples to fight.

After Reina graduated, I convinced her to move in with me. It took a little while for her to agree, but eventually, she did. She swore that her parents would have a fit, but they actually accepted it easily. We were still in Pittsburgh and closer to their house than Reina's past dorm room was, so they were all for it.

Her father and I got along really well after that first dinner at their house. Adam was a hard man, but he meant well and all he wanted was the best for his family. He and I would go to football games quite often during the season, and whenever we were at Reina's parents' house, we would spend practically the whole night watching a game with Julian or talking business. Reina would pout that her father and I got along better than she and Adam did when she was younger, but I knew that she was happy that we had such a close relationship. As for my family, unfortunately, Reina was only able to meet my mother once.

Two years after Reina graduated and we had been living together for a year and a half, she gave up her job search and finally allowed me to provide for her. She didn't want me to think she was helpless or mooching off of me, but I enjoyed being able to give her anything and everything she wanted. We were both brought up in families where our fathers were the providers and our mothers were homemakers, so we were practically destined to do the same.