I know I gave in far too easily, but Harry is too hard to resist. This weekend, well despite his attempt to make me jealous with another girl on Friday, he has been nothing shy of perfect. Since the day I met him, I never could have imagined that he would be the one that I came crying to when things were going wrong. I'm glad he's really changing. It amazes me though, I had no hope in this guy and the fact that he is making an effort for me really makes him that much more lovable.

Just as soon as I agreed to go with Harry back to his grandparents cabin, he wasted no time in rushing us to leave. He must know his window of opportunity is small before I change my mind.

"Do you want to get anything before we go?" He asks me.

"No, I really don't want to go back inside. I'm fine though." I look down at my jeans and sweatshirt, I'll be okay in this.

"Okay," he nods and takes my hand to lead me to his car.

"Isn't your mom going to worry about you?" I remember the conversation Anne and I had earlier about how she was pleasantly surprised at her son's recent behavior change. I don't want to be the one to make her angry with him for staying out all night.

"I'll just tell her I'm staying at Louis'." He shrugs and begins to drive.

"So what did you do at Louis' when you were there?" I try to make normal conversation, I feel like Harry and I never talk just like friends.

"The usual, half of them were getting drunk and the girls tried to play truth or dare.. Same shit, different night." It's like he doesn't see anything wrong with this, but I feel my heart drop with his mention of girls.

"Girls?" I breath, trying not to sound jealous.

"Yeah, what about them?"

"I don't know, I just thought it would be you and the guys or something."

"Addie, there's a lot of girls that are in my group of friends, but you don't have to worry." He answers my unspoken concern like a psychic and places his large hand on my thigh, this time he doesn't remove it. Despite his warm body temperature, his touch cause bumps to raise over my skin.

"I know..." I'm not really sure what I want to say.

"I'd rather be with you." He smiles and moves his hand from my lap.

I desperately want to grab it and force him to leave it there. His simple gesture cause me the comfort I need from him. When he turns up the heat in his car, he moves his hand back to where it was, and I let out a breath of relief.

"So are you feeling any better?" He asks.

"Much.. I owe it to you Harry, you've really helped." I lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Even if we remain friends, I can't thank him enough for his help today. He's the last person in the world I thought would be helping me through a tough time, but I'm glad he did.

"I just know what it's like, I've been in your position." He states and I can't help but imagine a seven year old Harry having to go through what I am right now. I'm sure he was far more confused and scared.

When we pull up to the now familiar cabin, a feeling of excitement runs through my body. I hope this night goes as well as this weekend has.

We get inside and Harry flips on the lights in the main room before starting a fire to warm up the cabin. I really regret not grabbing a jacket.

"Do you ever see your dad?" I ask Harry and grab the blanket we had used the other day.

"Not really, but sometimes, yeah." He tells me and holds out his arms.

"Come here." He prompts when I don't move.

I walk over to him and wraps the blanket around me to keep me warm before hugging me tight even though my arms are restricted by the fabric.

"You'll see your mum. My parents had a lot more shit between them then yours." He explains.

"I hope."

"Let's sit down."

I start to walk to the couch but he quickly sweeps me from the ground and carries me there. I let out a loud squeal of surprise and he lets out a deep chuckle, causing me to laugh.

"I like it when you laugh." His eyes burn into mine as he sets me down. "I also like it when you smile, and when you bite that soft lip of yours..." He slowly hovers over me as I lay back on the couch and his face becomes centimeters away from mine, I can smell the mint as his breath hits my face.

I release my bottom lip from my teeth and grin, not being able to say or do anything else. This boy has some spell on me, making me not able to react to him.

"You really shouldn't do that.." He smirks when I subconsciously take my lip back between my lips; a habit of mine.

"Why?" I know why, but I like this little game we have going on.

"Why? Because it makes me want to do this," he slowly lowers his head and connects his lips to the base of my jaw, just below my ear. "And this," I can hear his smirk as he kisses up my jaw. "But most of all... This." He cuts off his own words by kissing me on the lips.

His kiss is soft and affectionate, but only until I finally reciprocate the movements. His actions turn more desperate and harsh. His hands pin me to the couch by my waist as he pushes his tongue through my lips to deepen our passionate kiss. I can't help but moan with the sensation running through my body. I was cold a minute ago, but his touch alone makes my insides feel like a hot summer day.

"Let me make you forget about everything," he says against my mouth, keeping his lips against mine.

I feverishly nod because in this moment, he is all that I want. I'm done overthinking this. I can't stay away from him, I can't deny my feelings for him and I can't keep thinking about our rocky beginning. He is saying and doing all of the right things to make me trust him, even though I probably shouldn't.

"Good girl." He grins and begins kissing me again.

His hand skims down from my neck to my chest and all the way to thighs. His touch alone leaves me wanting more.

"I want to be inside you.." He whispers in my ear as his hand skims between my thighs over my core.

"Harry.." I choke out. I want him badly, but I'm not ready to completely give myself. For God's sake, I gave my first blow job only days ago!

"Just my finger baby." He senses my apprehension. I'm still nervous... Is is going to hurt?

"Okay." I say quietly and his hands immediately move to my hips.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I nod and he holds out his hand for me.

"Don't be nervous baby, it'll help you relax." Harry follows me into the room and shuts the door behind him before shutting off the light.

He walks over to the bed and peals the blankets back.

"Come here, Adelaide." He smirks and I follow his request.

He pulls me to his chest and plants a soft kiss to my lips as he tugs at the hem of my shirt. Oh.

I allow him to pull it over my head, but quickly reattach my lips to his. I feel a little confidence run through my when I mirror his actions and begin to pull up at his plain black shirt. Harry kneels down and unzips my jeans, my hands are fisted in his soft hair. He encourages me to step out of the pants as he guides my hands to his shoulders for support.

Without saying anything, we move back to the bed. I lay on my back and he hovers over me once again.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly and nudges his nose against mine. I return a small nod, not trusting my voice. My heart is already beating with anticipation or nervousness; I can't decide.

"So soft," be whispers and begins to nibble on the lobe of my ear as his finger trails down the front of my body. Without warning, his hand slips into the front of my panties, and his finger begins to rub over my aching core.

"You're soaking for me, baby." He says against my neck as his finger traces circles over the sensitive spot again and again.

His index fingers teases my entrance, making me pant breathlessly before he pushes it in.

"Harry." I moan and squeeze my eyes shut with the new feeling. It's a little uncomfortable, but pleasurable at the same time, especially with his thumb still rubbing against my sensitive core.

"Feel it baby," he groans and sucks hard at my neck, for sure leaving a mark. It only adds to my pleasure though, my body is tingling with new and wonderful sensations.

"Shit.." My teeth clamp shut as he adds another finger and moves them in and out faster.

"Is this okay?" He says and looks at me.

"Yes." I drag out and roll my head back to the pillow.

His fingers curl up inside of me and swirl around, creating an overwhelming feeling throughout my entire body.

"No one to hear you baby, just me." His relentless movements continue and I begin to writhe under his touch.

"Tell me how it feels." He demands, but not as harsh as he usually is. I moan in response, not being able to speak, but he isn't having it.

"Say it." His fingers move faster and push in and out of me.

"It feels so good, Harry." I breath and pull his head back to mine. I need to kiss him.

"Let go, Addie." I begin to pull at his hair trying to find some relief. I'm so close.

"Oh, baby, you're so tight. I can't wait to really be inside you." He groans and his dirty words push me over the edge, sending me into an intense state. My name desperately leaves my mouth as I come back to earth from my orgasm. Harry removes his hand from my underwear and lays beside me, giving me a minute to catch my breath.


"How was it?" He asks and turns to his side to look at me.

"I don't know." I lie.

"You liked it." He smiles and pushes my hair away from my face when I turn to face him. "I liked it too."

He kisses me sweetly and I feel like we lay there in silence for minutes just taking in each other's presence.

"I'm scared, Harry." I admit quietly. Probably because I feel like I can trust him, otherwise I would never tell him that.

"Why?" He frowns, concern evident on his face.

"I feel like I'm just going to get hurt again. I don't want you to go back to being a jerk."

"Addie," he sighs and pulls me closer to him before kissing my forehead. "I know I was a jerk, but can't you see that I'm trying? I don't want to be that guy anymore."

"I know, it's just, you sleep around with every girl at school, how am I supposed to know that you're going to all of a sudden stop? Because I can't be just another one of those girls, I need to know that you won't do that if we keep doing this."

He looks hurt by my words, but I need to think about myself here. I need to get everything out in the open, I can't hide my feelings. If he can't do what I need him to do, then I somehow need to remove Harry from my life, even though I don't want to.

"Because I'm not going to. Addie, I told you I was done with all that, you're the only girl I want." He doesn't break our eye contact. His hand moves to my cheek and his thumb brushes against the skin.

"Okay."

I am a firm believer of 'actions speak louder than words,' but I will have to believe what he is saying before he has the chance to prove it to me.

I can hear him let out a deep sigh in relief, and that feeling deep in my stomach returns knowing he actually wants me. No guy has ever wanted me before.

"Why do you have so many tattoos?" I change the subject when the dark ink on his bare torso distracts me. I move my hand up to trace the two sparrows on his chest, and I can feel him tense up when my cold index finger touches him.

"I don't know, why? Do you like them?" He asks and I can feel him relaxing a little.

"Yeah," I admit and try to hide my smile. I don't know why I'm smiling, but I am. Tattoos have always been a turn off for me, but the way they look on Harry's tanned skin makes them so attractive.

"I guess it's just my way of expressing myself." He tells me.

"And your mom doesn't care?" I know my mom would kill me if I got even one little tattoo.

"Well she did, but I'm 18 so she can't really do anything about it." I can feel his chest vibrate with his chuckle.

"What's your favorite one?" I ask him. I'm so intrigued by each of them. I would think of him as a skull and bones kind of guy, but the sparrows, the butterfly on his stomach or the cross are so unlike him. Well maybe they aren't, but it makes me want to get to know him even more.

"Probably these ones." He holds out his arms and shows me the words inked onto his skin saying "things I can," on his right arm and "things I can't," on his left.

"Why?" I ask curiously.

"I don't know, I guess I like the meaning of them." He tells me.

He ends up going through most of his tattoos, explaining the meaning of them to me. I listen intently as he explains them and it really does help me see a different side of him. He really is a completely different guy than he has come off to be when he is a jerk.

"Would you ever get one?" Harry asks me.

"Well I've always wanted one, but there is no way in hell my parents would let me." I laugh.

"What about when you're older?"

"Maybe, I don't know." I shrug. "Are you going to get more?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He sounds certain. "We could get matching ones." He laughs.

"Definitely." I agree sarcastically and smile at the sound of his laugh. Everything about this guy is perfect. "I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow." I groan and bury my head in the pillow. I had almost forgotten about the real world. Being here with Harry really has helped me.

"We can stay here." He offers with a smile.

"I can't.." I tell him as tempting as his offer sounds. I already gave into coming here, I can't skip school.

"Just first hour?"

"I have biology, I can't leave Max alone for the lab." I tell him and he immediately tenses up with the mention of Max. I had forgotten Harry's admission of his jealousy when I was with Max.

"All the more reason to skip it. Why aren't you lab partners with Alicia?"

"We didn't get to chose." I shrug. "And I told you, Max is nothing more than a friend, so don't worry."

It's weird that I'm so worried about him messing around with other girls, and he has the same fear of me and Max.

"Oh come on, he does not think you two are just friends. I'm surprised he hasn't made a move on you yet! Well I'm glad he hasn't, but still..."

Shit. I also almost forgot about Max kissing me after the party on Friday. Do I tell Harry? Or just continue to pretend like it never happened? Because I have decided that I like Harry as more than a friend and Max as just a friend after thinking about it.

"Um, he actually did.." I admit shyly. I brace myself for his reaction, and to my dismay; it's worse than I expected.

"He did? What the fuck!" He says after processing what I had just said. He gets up from the bed and pulls his shirt back on.

"What did he do?" He yells.

"He just kissed me on Friday after he walked me home. It was just a peck, he pulled away before I could tell him to stop.." I tell Harry, but really I didn't want to tell Max to stop. At the time, I wanted him to kiss me. I was confused about my feelings with Harry, and I thought I could be happier with Max.

"Fuck him." Harry mutters and leaves the bedroom.

I quickly get out of the bed and put my clothes back on before walking out to the main room.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I don't know." He says and runs his hands through his hair, like he's thinking or something.

"Harry, I don't like him like that. I told you." I walk over to him and grab his hands, hoping to calm him down.

"That asshole has some nerve. You're mine, Addie! Not his." He yells, and even though his tone is harsh and terrifying, I feel soothed by his words.

"I know." I agree and take his face into my hands. "I'm yours." I decide in that moment. I pull his head down from the nape of his neck on plant a kiss on his lips.

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