Harry takes me for a walk in the park across my dorm, the two of us dropping our stuff off there before going out. But by the look of the sky, it may prove to be a bad idea because it looks as though it's about to rain.
"You okay?" I ask him, his head turning to look down at me.
"Yeah," he tells me, my hand grabbing his arm. I hold his arm as we walk and I lean into him, trying to get him to relax. He's been tense ever since he read Fitzgerald, but I feel it was my comments about his voice that made him nervous.
"What's on your mind?" I ask, his hand moving out of his pocket to grab mine. I smile, and keep close to him.
"I-I don't know, I guess," he tells me, my head looking up at him. His profile is gorgeous and it makes me weak, butterflies filling my stomach. All this time, I feel as though Harry could be my friend, but now...I feel we could be more. If I commit to him, I feel he'll open up and experience more. I want him to live a life worth living, rather than one living in fear.
"You can talk to me, you know," I remind him, wanting to make sure he knows I'm here for him. I always want to make sure he knows that, even if I repeat it every time I see him.
He shyly nods and I start to feel drizzling rain, his head looking up. He mutters an 'oh no' and starts to run, making me smile as I follow behind him. It starts to pour and we make it under a bridge before it gets worse, Harry shaking out his hair. I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him close to me. His arms move around my shoulders and he holds me close, probably assuming I'm cold.
I don't mind, however, usually not one for comfort. I'm not the most affectionate person but I feel like Harry needs this, and I could adjust. My life could use something like this.
When he lets me go, he looks up at the sky and I rest my head on his shoulder. "I-It's gonna rain a while," he remarks, holding my hand tighter.
"Then looks like we're gonna be here," I tell him, his head tilting to look down at me. The slight height he has on me makes our noses brush and I momentarily stop breathing. I flicker my gaze up to him and he's staring at my lips, then I glance at his own. The dark, plump lips look so soft and then I close my eyes, managing to breathe again.
"Harry," I whisper, our proximity not scaring him. I feel comfortable and I hope he does too.
He hums and I tighten my grip on his hand, feeling my breathing quicken now. I'm dealing with emotions I've never had to before, and I need one thing from him to get my thoughts clear.
"Kiss me," I whisper, his hand freezing. Then he shifts it away and I get nervous I've scared him, but I feel his hand grab my cheek. My eyes lightly open to look at him before I see him lean in, my eyes closing right as I feel his breath on my lips.
The feeling makes my lips part and his lips form against my open ones perfectly, our kiss so simple. His soft lips are warm, his hand holds me close, and I can't seem to feel my legs.
Our lips part and I find my breathing to be erratic, so overwhelmed and wanting for more. My heart is racing and I slowly open my eyes to see Harry watching me closely. I watch him brush my hair back, the wet locks being stuck to my face.
"W-Was it...okay?" he asks, so worried I'm not interested. This kiss only confirmed I want this beautiful boy.
"More than okay," I admit, his eyes widening. It must be a shocking answer and I smile, his eyes looking into mine. I lean my head back towards his and he doesn't seem as nervous to lean in, our lips pressing together again. It's not deep or by any means making out. His soft lips are plump as they press against my own, his hand still holding my cheek.
His wet curls fall onto my forehead and then he presses his forehead to mine after our kiss parts. I hold his waist and his other hand comes up to my cheek, his large hands holding my face. Rarely ever has a boy held me this way before and I feel as though all my focus is on him and his focus is on me. It's intimate and all I want right now is Harry.
I wrap my arms around Harry's waist and his forehead stays on mine, my hands feeling over his back. The muscles I feel are an indication he's built and I find my own body reacting to him. But what I want is probably the last thing Harry is thinking about.
But I'm taken aback in a pleasant surprise as Harry moves me against the wall of the bridge, his head lowering so our lips brush. I whimper, not used to being teased. Harry's most likely unaware to how he's got me wrapped around his finger right now, but I can't stand being teased. I need him.
"More," I whisper, his hand connecting with the crook of my neck. He's watching me, observing how I act. I'm a fascinating subject in his eyes and he could do anything to me and I'd be completely fine with it.
I feel his head dip down and he kisses over my jaw, my breathing hitching my throat. I'm sure he's just exploring, trying what he's seen in movies or what he feels is right. His lack of experience is nowhere to be found.
His plump lips pucker kisses against my skin and he moves his hands down my arms, grabbing my hands and pressing them to the wall beside my head. My lips part and Harry continues to slowly kiss against my skin, my heart pounding in my chest.
He lifts his head and I feel his drying curls on my forehead, my eyes opening to look up at him. His lips have darkened and his cheeks are pink, this beautiful boy catching my full attention.
"You just blew my damn mind," I breathe out, his eyes watching me close. I let go of his hands and wrap my arms around his neck, his chin rest on my temple as I hug him.
"I-I want you to be with me," he whispers, my eyes closing as I relax against him.
"Whatever you want Harry," I tell him, wanting him to be the one to call the shots. Relationships aren't my strong suit, but he's just showed me that I can lose my shit over one kiss.
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