<Coach Styles>

Thirty Nine-

Neely's POV:

"Be careful what you wish for," I mocked, rolling my eyes. Fucking shit fuck. I was gonna have to go through this bullshit pain all over again. "You know what, keep going. I've dealt with more pain than this. Go. Stick it in." We both began to laugh and I couldn't help but blush.

"Way to be subtle, babe."

"There's no being subtle to it. We're having sex whether my who-ha likes it or not."

"I love you," he laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, back into sexy mode." My laughter loudly echoed off the shower walls and I leaned into his neck.

"Okay, okay, I'm good. I'm fine. It's cool," I sighed. "Go." My hands rested on his shoulders and I tightened my grip as he slowly entered me. Clearing my throat and trying not to give him any indication that it felt like I'd just gotten stabbed, I let out a long sigh.

"Move, Harry. I'm sure you know how to do this," I gulped, looking up at the shower lights, my breathing coming out in heavy pants.

"This is my first time," he breathed. No. No fucking way. He was too hot.

"Wait, what?" I gasped.

"I'm kidding, babe."

"You're so fucked up," I laughed.

"We both are. It's essentially the blind leading the blind," he smirked and I felt his hips slowly begin to move. After a while, the pain subsided and I slightly chuckled.

"Faster," I whispered.

"Faster?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Not like, Nascar fast, but yes, you can go faster. Like, medium speed." I couldn't help but blush and laugh. He laughed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before leaning down to kiss me. Finally finding a rhythm, I moved my hips in sync with his and pulled his lips to mine. Tugging slightly on his hair, I peppered kisses down the right side of his neck and couldn't help but smile as he let out a throaty groan.

"You make me feel s-so good," he breathed. "Fuck." Watching the way he leaned his head back, his mouth slightly open, I loved the way the muscles in his neck looked; the light hitting them and showing just how much he was enjoying this. My eyes rolled back in my head and I failed at controlling my breathing as his hand traveled down my torso and his long fingers only added to the wave that was building.

"Keep your eyes open," he grumbled, kissing my neck and collar bone. Our eyes met and I knew I was almost there.

"Harry," I exhaled. "I'm gonna f-f-ucking come." It was difficult to even speak.

"Come for me, love," he murmured against my lips, kissing me once and my eyes met his as my body went rigid and my fingernails dug into his shoulders. Letting out an almost guttural moan, I felt two more thrusts before I could see the familiar veins in his neck appear and sporadic grunts emitted from his mouth.

"Oh my God," I sighed, feeling his release trickling down my thighs with the water. "I've never come that hard." Seeing scratch marks on his shoulders, I slightly smiled.

"I love you," he whispered, looking me in the eyes, and I felt slightly overwhelmed.

"I love you, too," I chuckled. Why was he acting so serious? Taking an actual shower, I laughed as I washed his hair and he looked like Tarzan. Finally getting out and dressed, I wrapped my towel around my hair and plopped down on my bed with a sigh. Harry climbed next to me with a pair of my sweatpants on that inevitably looked way better on him than me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked, tracing the tattoos on his chest.

"Anything," he chuckled.

"In the shower, after we, you know," I paused. "Why did you look at me the way you did and tell me you loved me?"

"Something like that is very serious to me."

"Sex or telling me you love me?"

"Sex."

"How come?" We both slightly chuckled at that.

"When I was younger, my mum taught me that women are valuable people and shouldn't be objectified and treated poorly. She told me when I was 16 that sex really was a big deal. It's giving yourself to someone and even if you don't want it to be emotional, it is. It's not just having an orgasm or a temporary fix to your problems. It's a meaningful, beautiful thing that people share even when it's not meaningful and beautiful to them. I just," he paused, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know. Sorry." He was blushing and I sat up, looking at him.

"No, Harry, finish what you were gonna say."

"I just, I hope that you can see that you mean a lot to me and what we shared means a lot to me." I looked at him, shocked. Not even Colby had ever said that to me, but then again, it was Colby.

"It meant a lot to me,too." Underneath all my exterior, it really did. It was beautiful and I don't think I'd ever laughed so much or felt so at ease. It really was a beautiful thing. Plus, Harry fucked even better than he looked. Although, we didn't really fuck. Trust me, there's a difference. Fucking is when it's hot, lustful, buttons are ripped from shirts, scratch marks down backs, fucking. Making love is sensual, really feeling their body, torturous kisses slowly down their torso, making love. There's a difference. Colby and I, we fucked. There was no doubt about it. I thought I'd loved him with my heart, but I really only loved him with my eyes. With Harry, it was more than my heart. It was my soul.

"How do you do it?" Harry chuckled.

"What an open ended question."

"I mean how do you make everyone think you're this good girl and still get some of the things you want and get to go places."

"Well, as Helen Gurley Brown once said, good girls go to heaven and bad girls go everywhere. Plus, I never said I was a good girl, that's what others have said. I'm not really a good girl or a bad girl. I'm kind of in between."

He laughed, clutching his stomach, "Care to elaborate?"

"I don't do stupid shit, but I don't go to church every Sunday either. Getting on my knees for you would be much more fun." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay," I sighed. "I see it now."

"I'm just teasing you. You're amazing."

"Don't tell me things I already know, Harry."

"Someone's been spending a little too much time around Louis."

"You could say that." In truth, I had spent a lot of time with Louis when Harry and I were apart. It was really the only way I could know how he was doing and Louis wouldn't call me out when I pretended I didn't care.

"Oh my beautiful girl," Harry sighed, smiling at me.

"Oh my beautiful boy," I mocked.

"Neely?" I heard someone call from down the hallway. Shit.

Max had come home.