The Chase (h.s. au)

Chapter 12

Lauren.

The nerves subside and I carefully unbutton Harry's plaid button down, his eyes never leaving me. The small gesture fills me with reassurance.

"You look beautiful," he whispers, my eyes flickering to meet his gaze.

"So beautiful," he continues, my hands setting on his chest.

Our lips meet in a kiss, my fingers shrugging the shirt off his body. His fingers come to my cheeks and I find myself intoxicated once again. I have come to love when he holds my cheeks. It feels more intimate and safe.

He moves one hand to my back and slowly unzips the dress, his fingers meeting my bare back. The clothing falls to he ground and I leave myself half naked in front of him. As soon as he notices, he kicks his shoes off and shoves his jeans to the ground, matching my bareness.

Once he stands tall, he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. I'm lifted into his arms, my eyes locked on his as he lays me down on the bed. He climbs on top of me and kisses me, my mind consumed by his gentleness.

He leans up, kissing my forehead before his fingers come in contact with my ear. He removes the small earring on my ear and repeats on my left ear, my eyes admiring him. Harry is the single most amazing boy I have ever met.

"Leave it on," I tell him, his fingers ready to remove his cross pendent. He smiles and nods, falling back to me as he meets my lips in a soft kiss. He shuffles around on the floor during our kiss, retrieving something. Our kiss ends and he sets something on the table, a condom lying on my bedside table.

"You alright?" I ask, his head nodding.

"You? Are you okay?" he asks, my lips curving as I nod. My sweet, considerate Harry.

He begins to kiss my chest and stomach, littering the skin with soft touches. He removes my underwear as well, kissing down my legs and each of my toes. The action makes me lightly laugh and a smile to grow on Harry's lips.

"Can I try something?" he asks, licking his lower lip in a unknowingly seductive display of beauty.

"Yes."

He lowers himself between my legs and he kisses along my hips before he sets a gentle kiss between my legs. A deep gasp of air is sucked into my lips and he starts to move his lips and tongue almost expertly against me, my heart beating wildly. This is insane and the feeling is radiating.

"You taste really good," he blushes, my lips curving. He kisses me and he kicks his legs, his boxers falling onto the ground. He pulls away from our kiss when I wrap my hand around him gently, lightly pumping him off of common knowledge. I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Oh, fu-" he pants, his head falling into my neck. My fingertip gathers some of the pre-come and he watches me. I bring it to my lips and taste him, the salty sweet taste something peculiar but not horrible.

"As do you," I whisper, his lips curving.

Surely the heat in the room has tripled and Harry's hair is already building with moisture. My fingers take hold of the condom and I remove it from the confines, looking up at him. As expected and gladly assumed, his eyes are trained on my face.

"Okay, I don't know what I'm doing," I say, his lips kissing my forehead and cheek.

"Just...roll it on," he aids, both of us laughing slightly. My fingers push the rubber over Harry's length and he leans his forehead on mine, stealing a kiss when I bring my hands to his biceps.

"Please stop me if you want this to end," he says, my eyes focused on his.

"I will. Don't worry," I assure him, adoring his careful side.