Flora James is just a girl who can't seem to embrace her body nor love it, but when Harry Styles comes along one night all of Flora's insecurities about herself start to shatter.
A story about learning to love yourself, and letting others love you j...
"Now that's just bad carpentry!" Harry scoffs in my ear, continuing to lay kiss after kiss to my neck, after almost falling face first into my hardwood flooring.
I was to busy in la la land with Harry's lips pressed sweetly on my skin to tell him there is a little piece of flooring that sticks up under my rug.
"Are you okay!" I giggle into his chest uncontrollably.
"Couldn't be better Flora James!" Harry tangles his fingers with mine, slamming me against my wall. The cold rings tight on his fingers, making me shiver as he runs them all over my body.
"Harry.." I consider not telling the clearly expierenced boy that i'm a virgin, but I feel like he should know.
He probably already knows Flora. Your fat of course your a virgin. No boy wants someone like you.
"What is it Angel?" His lips don't stop working on my ear as he mumbles and I blush from the sweet nickname.
"Harry.. can I just have a second?" I squeak and automatically he detaches his lips from my neck.
"I'm so sorry Flora.." He wipes his thumb beneath my watering lash line.
"No it's- you didn't do anything. I just i've never had sex before.." I can't bear to look him in the eyes as my cheeks turn a bright shade of pink and my eyes well up with tears.
"Flora we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just want you to be happy okay?" He pulls my chin up with his finger, and I gaze at his emerald eyes, once filled with lust, now just with kindness.
I think about what i want, the only thing coming to mind is Harry. I'm scared he won't want to touch me when he sees what I look like underneath my clothes.
My stretch marks, my saggy boobs, my cellulite, the way my tummy jiggles when I move..
The fear is creeping in, but I take a deep breath, not letting my mind have another chance to wander in those self pitying thoughts, and then I take what I want.
"Okay, Harry Edward Styles.." I stand on my tip toes pressing a soft kiss to Harry's pink lips, and then I trail my fingers down to the buttons of his satin shirt, undoing each and every one of them, to reveal a butterfly inked beautifully in the middle of his chest, and an assortment of other tattoos that sit on his body like he's a canvas.
"You're sure Flora James?" Harry watches me remove his shirt, his eyes fluttering shut as I run my hands over his taught skin.
"I'm sure." I nod and Harry unbuttons my flannel shirt, while kissing me passionately.
Harry's emerald eyes darken as they rake over my exposed chest, only in a black lace bra and I begin to feel self conscious, moving my hands in attempt to cover myself, but Harry is fast to pull them away, beginning to lick his lips and press warm wet kisses over my chest.
And all of sudden, every single guard I had held up was soon to be let go of the more harry made me feel beautiful, kissing me in places I never knew you could be kissed, his hands lingering over each and every inch of my body like each part of me was to be adored and cherished. the way he tickled my ear as he muttered, Flora James, over and over again, making me forget all about my insecurities.
For the moment at least..
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