<Coach Styles>

Thirteen-

Pic is me at a charity event!

Neely's POV:

"Kiss me," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't turn me away. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb slowly rubbing across my cheekbone and our lips met. It wasn't just any kiss, no, it was a kiss that should've been talked about. Scattered and analyzed across page 6, front page worthy, CNN, BBC, and Fox News should've done a story on it. It was he kind of kiss many girls only dreamed of ever getting and here I was, it was really happening.

"Um," I sighed pulling away and looking at his glassy jade eyes. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he breathed, kissing me again.

"Keep kissing me," I begged, keeping his face to mine and my fingers knotted in his long, soft hair.

"You're drunk."

"I know. I'm consenting." Pulling his body closer to mine, I ran my hands over his torso and down to his crotch.

"You don't understand how long I've wanted to touch you," I breathed, placing warm, open mouthed kisses on his strong neck. "How long I've wanted to be able to feel you." I ran my hands over his growing bulge and I knew he was getting weaker the more I touched him.

"Neely," he sighed his hands resting on my hips. "This is wrong."

"But doesn't it feel right?" I asked, kissing him again and biting his lower lip. I'm sure my breath was heinous, but I didn't really care at the moment.

"Doesn't this feel right?" I asked, playing with a curl at the base of his neck, stifling a giggle. Our foreheads touched and I couldn't help but let the giggle out and run my fingers through his hair a few more times, stealing a few more kisses. I put my hand on his chest and his heart seemed to be beating as fast as mine.

"You know what? I'm gonna go to bed. This was stupid," I sighed. In reality, it probably was stupid. I'd asked him to kiss me, I was drunk off my ass, and here I was throwing myself at him and he was being a gentleman.

"Neely," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, Harry, it's fine. I'm an idiot," I chuckled. "You're a really great guy. This is probably why I don't really talk to people. I'm sorry." With that apology, I wasn't sure which I was saying sorry for more, me or my actions. Most likely me for being a big fat idiot.

"Neely, I promise you, you're not an idiot."

"Goodnight Harry, I'm sorry." Walking toward the living room, and plopping down on the futon, I fought off the tears that burnt to pour down my cheeks. Was it bad that I wanted him to come after me? Was it bad that I wanted nothing more than him to hold me? It's not that terrible, right? Who was I trying to fool? Of course he'd never like me. He probably sprinted up the stairs to brush his teeth after he kissed me because I'm so gross.

Hearing his footsteps get closer, I looked up and he was standing in front of me.

"What?" I snapped, the tears finally streaming down my face.

"C'mon," he murmured, offering his hand to me. His fingers were long and thin, holding rings on a few. Elegant, he had hands that looked like they would've belonged to a musician. (An:lmfao)

"Harry," I sighed. "Just stop."

"C'mon." Grabbing my hand in his, I followed him through the foyer and up the stairs. Walking in his room, he closed the door behind us and I felt a chill of excitement roll through me.

"Sit," he said quietly, pointing to the edge of his bed. The lighting was dim and I slowly, cautiously sat down. Watching him turn toward his dresser, he pulled out a t-shirt and closed the drawer quietly.

"Stand up for me," he cooed, lightly grabbing my arm. Turning me around, his fingers met my back and my eyes shut. Unzipping the dress all the way down to my lower back, his hands left my back. Shrugging my shoulders, the dress pooled at my feet and I slowly stepped out of it with his help.

"Sit," Harry said again, turning me around to face him and lightly pushing my shoulders down. Balancing on my hands, I slightly leaned back on my hands as he squatted down in front of me. His hands lightly cupped my ankle and removed both of my shoes. His fingers kneaded my arches and my head rolled back, I tried to fight a smile away, but couldn't.

"Why you bein' so good to me?" I cooed, my southern accent thickening and I giggled.

"You're hurting, Neely. It wouldn't be right if I wasn't here for you," he replied, handing me the t-shirt. Pulling it over my head, I took my earrings out and tossed them on the floor, sliding against the wood.

"Horton hears a bitch ass liar," I guffawed and fully laid down on my back against his smooth comforter.

"I'm gonna go sleep on the couch," he stated as I pulled the comforter back and snuggled under it.

"No!" I giggled. "Stay with me. You're warm and you smell divine." Grabbing his hand, I clutched his fingers tightly and pulled him toward me.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I squealed, letting go of him.

"What?" he chuckled.

"You have to be comfortable too. Plus, your pants are so damn tight, I wouldn't expect you to sleep in them."

"Okay," he sighed, rolling his eyes with a wide, dimpled smile. Watching him pull his shirt over his head, I gawked at his tattooed torso. Practically drooling as he pushed his pants down his legs, I couldn't help but beam at him. Feeling his warmth engulf me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest.

"Harry?" I sighed, my eyes closing,

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for everything." Placing a small kiss on his butterfly tattoo, I hitched my leg over his waist and smiled as I quietly fell asleep.

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