Lia went home late after the shooting to find a call from harry. "Hi darling come over to my house." Harry said, "okay I will come now." She said as she shut the door. She took a taxi and reached harry's home.
*Harry's POV*
I missed Lia today, she came home and she felt down. Insecure because the costume designer was crap. I hugged her tight and ordered her favorite food. She told me her shooting plan and tomorrow she is off. Some girls have insecurity issues. You work to help them with that difficulty. If you care about them, that is. Instead of seeing that as a major flaw, you just accept it as a part of them and will work to get past it. There really isn't a single cause of insecurity. But Lia is perfect. "Harry can I wear a t shirt from yours? I forgot my pajama." She said. I gave her an over sized t shirt and she wore it with her underwear under it. She looked cute and sexy.
I looked at her she started blushing. She came closer towards me and sat on my lap. She took the spoon and fed me the food. I kissed her lips and hugged her tight. She stood up and I carried her. I walked with her in my arms and went to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us as I started kissing her neck slowly. What made it great was how it happened, and the tension in the air between us. Her heart was racing and she was breathing very deliberately. As we kissed, I moved my hand to her neck, and she almost shuddered when she felt my hand on her skin. We made out for a while and it's like we were in a haze. She was so excited, responsive and nervous.
*Lia's POV*
Harry and I slept on the bed under the sheets and our clothes were on the floor around us. "How do you feell?" Harry asked me, my face turned red, I was shy. "It was amazing harry, especially since it's with you!" I said getting closer towards him. "But you're a great kisser by the way" he said with a flirty wink. "The first time we kissed my entire world exploded. I finally understood why people enjoyed kissing. It felt natural and pleasurable and I couldn't get enough of it." I said as harry kissed my forehead. I also felt really angry afterwards of being robbed of those kinds of experiences in my youth, but there wasn't much I could do at that point except live in the moment. It's been many years since my first real kiss and back then it was terrible. Nothing could have made that night better.
