Song for the chapter: Ben Howard - Only love

My eyes fell on the “Victorias Secret” bags in the middle of the room. Taylor must have traced them there.

I sat down and pulled out both of the lingeries. I looked at them unsure, still not knowing what to think about all of this. I decided to go to the fullest and slipped in the rosy and black push up version.

As I finally was dressed, or better said undressed, I took a look in the big mirror. I still felt uncomfortable in my body. I didn`t liked my stomach and my boobs, which where still to huge for my little tiny body.

I cursed the BigMac I just had instead of eating a healthy salad.

“I can do that”, I said to myself. Taking a last deep breath, I opened the bathroom door. Harry sat on the bed, already without shoes and socks. When he heard me coming in, he stared over to me with big eyes.

“So do you think I found something pretty?”, I asked trying to act confident, but I could hear my voice shake. Harry whistled quietly.

“You look hot, Clary. Really, really hot.”, he said. I felt better since he doesn`t seemed to fake these words and I walked to the bed, pushing him down into the sheets.

“I am glad you like it”, I said mumbling on his lips. “I am glad I am allowed to see it”, he breathed out on mine.

We started to kiss again and even though I never thought of it, I felt sexy. Not just plumb and clumsy like always, but really sexy in a weird way.

Harry turned himself over me and left a line of hot kisses down my neck, pausing at my breasts. He touched them carefully and I had to moan. He continued his kisses down my stomach to my sensitive part.

His hands were leaving hot trails on my body and I had to shiver from our temperature difference. Why did he had such warm hands?

He licked up and down the inner side of my legs, before he came back up kissing my lips again. I started to unbotton his shirt and slowly opened his belt and zipper.

We sat up, so he could pull his shirt over his head, leaving his curly hair even messier than it was before, making him look only cuter. He got out of his jeans and boxers and unclipped my bra with only one hand.

I touched the muscles and venes that were everywhere on his body, following their lines with my cold fingers. Now it was his time to get goose bumps.

He had lots of tattoos and I kissed every single one of it, slowly moving my lips over these parts of his body. He suddenly pushed me back to the bed, covering our bodies in the expensive and soft sheets.

He was looking for a condom, but I whispered: “We are good. I am on the pill.”

Harry looked at me and kissed me again, forcing and hungry.

“You are perfect”, I whispered into his ear. He moaned deeply and helped me again to get him into me. This time I was better prepared.

It felt better, I actually felt him better. We moved slowly and all I could hear where our loud breaths, warm and somewhere between our bodies. I sucked on his shoulder blade and Harry moaned louder this time.

I could feel his erection and we both felt the climax. Harry kissed me again. I could feel my lips shaking after what we just been through.

He laid down next to me and I rested my head on his chest again. I was listening to his heartbeat and he interlocked our fingers.

“That was...”, I was searching for words.

“Really amazing?”, he tried.

“A lot better than the last time”, I laughed. My head was shaking as he laughed too. I could smell his scent. Coffee, home and rain.

“Can I ask you something?”, I said after some more silent seconds.

“Everything.”

“Do you really think I am sexy?”, I asked blushing. Harry placed his finger under my chin to make me look at him.

“Clary, I think you are the sexiest girl I ever saw in my life”, he said staring into my eyes. I melted.

“Even of all the ones you slept with?”, I said and I was shocked the same second I said it. Where did that came from? He sighed deeply.

“You are right, I already slept with some girls, but they were nothing in comparison to you”, he said truly.

“I am sorry for ruining this moment”, I apologized.

“Am I the best kisser you ever tried?”, he asked smiling cheeky.

“I don`t have much to compare to, but to me you are the perfect kisser since you drive me crazy while doing it”, I answered. He locked at me shocked.

“You never kissed any other guy?” I shook my head.

“I told you, you were the first.”

“To have sex with, but never even made out? At a party? In school?”

“Nope.” He starred at me for some seconds, before he kissed me again. Gently and softly.

“Then nobody never was brave enough to try”, he said.

“What do you mean by this?”, I asked still his lips really close to mine.

“You are like an ice princess. Beautiful, but cold from the outside”, he said. I felt a little bit hurt. I was cold?

“Even at our first conversation in the bakery you were always making sure to protect yourself and not reveal to much about you. But in the car, when you were talking about music and how you feel about it, I saw the warm inside. In school you were all self-protecting again, but I saw you talk to Simon and Taylor and you seemed to be so different around them. Open and funny and lovely. I knew I had to get to know you and I wanted you to be this warm to me as well and believe me Clary, once you let somebody in, he will not be disappointed with all he all gets from you.”

I starred at him and I could feel tears in my eyes, blurring my sight.

“Hey, are you angry now?”, he asked worried. I shook my head for the like hundreds time.

“I am just touched. No one ever said something so honest and nice to me.”

He wiped the single tears that were rolling over my cheeks away.

“It is nothing but the truth”, he whispered and kissed me again. I laid my head into the hollow of his shoulder and I soon fell asleep next to him.

(SOME HOURS LATER)

I am not sure about this.

But I remember Harry standing up to handle me his shirt and forcing me to pull it over because I was shivering like hell. I already laid my head back down on the pillow, exhausted and tired.

Harry came back from the bathroom and getting back into bed with me, hugging me and pulling me into his arms. I had my eyes closed and I breathed steadily.

“I love you, Clary Meyer”, he whispered near my ear.

I think he said it, but it was so quiet and probably I was already dreaming again.

But probably...he....had......really...said......

Notes

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