Constellations
✰ Chapter 3 ✰
I had spent all night long thinking about Harry; from his mesmerising jade orbs, to his curly chestnut locks. I thought about texting him quite a few times, but decided against it, not wanting to come off as clingy or desperate. I hoped he would text me first, sometime soon, because honestly... I was dying to see him again. It isn't too often that you come across a person like Harry Styles.
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I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock at 6:30 am informing me that it was, indeed, time to get up and tackle the day (AKA classes at Washington University until lunchtime). I leisurely dressed in a pair of black leggings, a plain black short-sleeve crop top, an oversized red flannel over a black hoodie with a pair of all-black high top converse. I applied a light amount of black eyeliner and mascara, a little pale-pink blush to compliment my fair skin, and some rosy lip stain that would last all day so I wouldn't have to keep reapplying. My dark brown hair fell down almost to my waist in natural waves. By 7:30 I am finally satisfied. I throw my messenger bag over my shoulder and head out the door.
As I drive to WU, only a couple blocks away from my apartment, my phone buzzes, notifying me that I have received a text. I fish out my phone at the next stoplight to find a text from none other than Harry, reading:
Harry: Lunch @ Panera, 1:00?
I reply "Yes."
«««
I get through all my classes and text Harry, letting him know we're still on for lunch.
Ember: On my way. Be there in 10.
Harry: I'll be waiting (:
I park in the lot and enter the restaurant, searching around for my lunch date, when I spot the back of a head of curly brown hair. Found him, I think. I stride over to the boy and begin to set my things down on the seat.
"Hey, its nice to- Oh! I'm so sorry, I though you were someone else! My bad.." I quickly apologise, realising that this man is definatly no Harry Styles.
"It's okay baby, I don't mind you joinin' me for a bite." The man says with a sly look on his face.
"Oh, um, sorry, I'm meeting someone here.." I reply, backing away.
"C'mon, I don't bite. We could even go back to my place afterwards and I'll make use out that tiny little body of yours." He says with a wink. Gross.
"I think the lady made it quite clear she doesn't want to join you for anything." A deep voice chimes in from behind me.
"I think the cutie can speak for herself, bro." The stranger retorts.
"Well I'm doing it for her, and I'm telling you to back the hell off before my fucking fist connects with your-"
"Harry, lets just go. Neither us want want any trouble." I say, grabbing Harry's upper arm, trying to guide him away from the scene. He turns and looks back at me, the green in his eyes completely dominated by massive black pupils. Noticing how angry he is, i put on my most comforting expression in hopes that Harry will make the right choice and avoid any possibility of a fight. Without another word, he lets me guide him away and toward a table at the opposite end of the restaurant when the other man rudely calls out:
"Yeah, let your girl handle your fights for you, dick!" Harry stops, but doesn't turn around. He shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw tightly, causing muscles to pop out momentarily, but instead of returning to the man, he opens his eyes and keeps walking.
We find a table and sit across from each other, looking at the menus in front of us. Apparently having chosen a meal, Harry folds the menu shut and sets it down.
"Know what you're having yet?" He asks me. I look up from my menu to see all the anger from before completely wiped from Harry's face. The green in his eyes are back, the colour in his cheeks have returned, and he wears the same cheeky, sexy expression on his face that I had missed from last night. I like this side of Harry much better than the harsh one I had experienced a few minutes ago.
"I think so." I say, setting my menu on the table when the waitress appears to take our orders.
"Hello, my name is Tiffany and I'll be your server today. What can I get for you?" She asks Harry first, a flirty, seductive look on her face. I know Harry isn't my boyfriend or anything, but I can help but feel pissed at the girl for it. Who does she think she is?
"I'll let the lady go first." Harry tells her, looking at me expectantly. Ugh, there's that smirk again.. The waitress, Tiffany, asks me what I'd like without tearing her eyes away from Harry. Rude.
"I'll have a broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl with an apple and a medium lemonade." I say.
"Mhm," she says, writing down my order, "and for you?" She asks Harry, a smile playing around her lips.
"I'll have a tomato basil panini with a side of clam chowder and a large rootbeer, please." He tells her, never taking his eyes away from me. That obviously bothers her, because she writes it down and walks away without a word, the flirt wiped from her expression. I cant help but think that the word "panini" sounds a bit funny in his British accent. The thought makes me smile.
Harry smiles and folds his hands together whilst leaning toward me across the small table. "How was your day, bird?" He asks.
"Decent. I've been at since 8:00 this morning; back-to-back classes." I tell him
"Mmm," he ponders, "fun stuff."
"How about you? How's it been in the fantastic world of Harry Styles?" I question, adding a bit of sarcasm to keep things interesting.
"Well, if you must know," Harry shares the sarcastic mood, pretending to been slightly annoyed. "I awoke this morning at 5:30 and headed to the gym for about two hours *sigh*.Then, I went to my weekly Thursday class at the Uni, then I spent he rest of the day making this." And on cue, Harry pulls out what looks like a CD in a blue case labeled "Ember's Mix" with a little "From Harry" at the bottom in slightly messy handwriting. He hands it to me, and I inspect it only to find that my observation was indeed correct.
"I remembered what you said last night, when we were talking about music, so I decided to make you a mix CD of all my favourite songs. I think you'll like it." He explains.
On the back of the case is a list of songs from various of various genres.
"This is so.. Sweet. Geez, thank you, Harry." I say, smiling at the gift and than back at him.
"Most of it is Indie Rock from a couple of my favourite bands, and towards the end there some.. different, music I really like." I can't help but notice the way he says "different" like he isn't sure about it. I wonder what he means by "different music", and I can't wait to find out.
"I think I've heard of a few of these bands, but I can't remember hearing any of their music," I tell him, still reading the list of songs. There was about 10 of them.
"If you like The Strokes, you'll love them. It's the same type of music but with a bit more spunk." He tells me. I feel his eyes of my face, watching my expression, studying me closely. It makes me almost a bit nervous, so I put the CD in my bag and turn back to him. The waitress returns with our food and sets it down in front of us. God, it smells great. "Enjoy." Tiffany says, walking back to the kitchen with the now empty tray.
Harry and I continue our conversation over bites of food for the next half hour. A different waitress comes by and collects our empty plates and bowls of food to return back to the kitchen, leaving the check behind on the table in between us. I reach out for the check, but Harry beats me to it. "Easy, bird. Foods on me." He says.
"Are you sure? I'd be more than happy to-"
"Oh, please. It's my treat. I asked you to lunch, I pay." Harry insists.
I feel bad having him pay for my food, knowing I didn't chose the cheapest thing on the menu, but I gratefully comply and let him.
When the bill has been paid, Harry and I walk outside, ready to part our separate ways.
"Thanks for lunch, Harry, I had a really nice time." I thank him.
"Jesus Christ, Em, you sound like your on "The Bachelorette". We're just two friends, having lunch on an
ordinary Thursday afternoon. Completely casual." He says.
"Just two friends having lunch?"
"Sure. Unless you want it to be more than that." Harry says, his voice suddenly becoming low and husky, his pupils dilating. I blush slightly and let out a small, nervous giggle, but Harry remains serious, taking a step closer to me.
"Are you busy later? He asks, his voice remaining low.
"No." I simply say, wondering what it is he plans on saying next.
"Good. I want you to come over to my flat tonight, say, 9:30?"
"I-"
"Perfect. I'll text you my address." Harry states, not waiting for me to reply.
Then, he leans in toward me and places a hand on the back of my neck and leaves a light kiss on my right cheek, and whispers in my hear:
"Until then, bird." And turns and walks away to his car, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.
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9:00 comes on faster than I expected and I still haven't gotten ready for Harry's. I skip an extra shower but clear my face of makeup, allowing myself to start fresh. This time I apply a small amount of sky blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner swiped into a short "wing" affect, with a liberal amount of mascara and black pencil liner on my bottom lids and clear gloss for my lips. For some reason, I've always hated mint-flavoured lip balms because I could never fight off the urge to lick my lips afterward. I keep the on the black leggings I've been wearing all day to avoid extra laundry but change into a long sleeve light blue crop top (I love crop tops) with a black navy style jacket and a pair of black vans. I run a hand through my hair to give it some volume, collect my bag, and head out the door.
I input the address Harry previously texted me into Map Quest on my iPhone for directions, and it turns out that his house is fairly close, only a 10 minute drive from my place. His apartment number is 26, so when I arrive, I park my car and search the grounds.
It wasn't hard to find, so I run a hand through my hair, spray on a little perfume, and finally ring the door bell to Harry's apartment.
"Coming!" Shouts Harry's deep voice from inside the house. I hear his loud footsteps near the door and my heart quickens in anticipation. He swings the door open and leans against the doorframe, inspecting my entire body head to toe before saying a word.
"You look striking. Please, come in." Harry steps out of the way and enthusiastically waves an arm out in the direction of the inside of his apartment.
I was immediately stricken by the fact that his place was so.. nice. Expensive looking. In the living room there were comfortable looking leather couches and dark, nicely polished wooden coffee table in the middle, along with a big flat screen plasma TV placed on a black entertainment centre with glass doors, revealing a DVD player, a cable box (AT&T), and a large variety of movies who's titles I was not close enough to see. Next to the TV was a tall metal CD rack with a whole ton of disks placed on it, not a single space open, with a CD player/iHome placed at the top. The walls were a dark blood red colour.
The kitchen was just as nice, white walls and cabinets and a dark granite counter top.
"What do you think?" Harry asks. I then noticed that he had been observing me observe his home. I clear my throat and nod.
"It's great. A lot nicer than I expected a 19 year old guy in college to own. A lot nicer than my place.." I trailed off. It was also cleaner than I expected, my I decided to keep that comment to myself.
"Glad you like it." He says, his voice turning husky like it did earlier after lunch.
"I was thinking we would watch a movie together. You're choice." He says.
"Sounds like a plan." I respond, setting my bag on the coffee table in the living room. I stride over to the TV and kneel down to inspect my movie choices. Hmm.. Scary, funny, romantic, action... He basically had everything. In the end, I decided on Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio. I heard it was really great, but I haven't had the time to see it yet, so I figure now is the perfect time.
I handed the DVD to Harry and sat on the couch while set the movie up. He grabbed the remote and sat down next to me, awfully close.
"Ready?" He asks. I nod yes.
The movie is great so far, and very thrilling. I try to concentrate on it, but Harry keeps looking over at me, which is really distracting. I can feel his arms and legs against mine, his body heat warming me despite the cold atmosphere.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask, seeking a minute alone to check my imagine in the mirror, use the toilet, and clear my head.
"Of course. Up the stairs, first door to your left." He says.
"Thanks." I say and head up to the bathroom. I quickly check my hair and makeup, use the toilet, and exit back into the hallway. I'm about to return downstairs when I see slightly cracked-open door to my right. I know it isn't right to snoop, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I peek inside.
Harry's bedroom.
I open the door further and step inside. The huge room is as neat at the downstairs, with black walls and a huge king sized bed in the middle of the room, all white sheets, comforter, and pillows. There's a nightstand on the right side of the bed and a leather chair in the corner of the room next to a tall lamp, which has been left on. A book lay on the chair, opened to a page in the middle. I walk over and pick the book up. The Great Gatsby. One of my favourites. I'm about to set the book down when a voice speaks up behind me.
"Having fun there?" The low, husky voice is back.
Startled, I drop the book on the chair and spin around to find Harry quite a lot closer to me than I expected.
"I, uh, I'm sorry, I was just curious.." I start, tripping over my words.
"Mhm. I see." Harry says, his green orbs intensely piercing into my soul. I almost don't mind.
I am truly hypnotised by every part of him, from his eyes, to his body, to his voice, to his words... I am fully aware for the first time that I'm staring at Harry staring at me, but this time, I don't care. I don't stop myself. That's when Harry suddenly crashes his lips into mine in one swift motion. I am caught by surprise, but I don't pull back. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back ferociously, allowing myself to taste and feel and explore every part of him. Harry grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him, digging his hips into mine, his hands exploring my torso front and back. The kiss deepens further and I fist his brown locks in my hands, desperate to be as close to Harry as humanly possible. Things are heating up quickly and I have no regrets, but he pulls away suddenly, catching me off guard.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologises, "I want this, I really, really do, but I want you to be mine first." He says breathes huskily, one hand still on my waist. I can tell this is meant to be a question so I reply with my answer.
"Then I'm yours."
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I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock at 6:30 am informing me that it was, indeed, time to get up and tackle the day (AKA classes at Washington University until lunchtime). I leisurely dressed in a pair of black leggings, a plain black short-sleeve crop top, an oversized red flannel over a black hoodie with a pair of all-black high top converse. I applied a light amount of black eyeliner and mascara, a little pale-pink blush to compliment my fair skin, and some rosy lip stain that would last all day so I wouldn't have to keep reapplying. My dark brown hair fell down almost to my waist in natural waves. By 7:30 I am finally satisfied. I throw my messenger bag over my shoulder and head out the door.
As I drive to WU, only a couple blocks away from my apartment, my phone buzzes, notifying me that I have received a text. I fish out my phone at the next stoplight to find a text from none other than Harry, reading:
Harry: Lunch @ Panera, 1:00?
I reply "Yes."
«««
I get through all my classes and text Harry, letting him know we're still on for lunch.
Ember: On my way. Be there in 10.
Harry: I'll be waiting (:
I park in the lot and enter the restaurant, searching around for my lunch date, when I spot the back of a head of curly brown hair. Found him, I think. I stride over to the boy and begin to set my things down on the seat.
"Hey, its nice to- Oh! I'm so sorry, I though you were someone else! My bad.." I quickly apologise, realising that this man is definatly no Harry Styles.
"It's okay baby, I don't mind you joinin' me for a bite." The man says with a sly look on his face.
"Oh, um, sorry, I'm meeting someone here.." I reply, backing away.
"C'mon, I don't bite. We could even go back to my place afterwards and I'll make use out that tiny little body of yours." He says with a wink. Gross.
"I think the lady made it quite clear she doesn't want to join you for anything." A deep voice chimes in from behind me.
"I think the cutie can speak for herself, bro." The stranger retorts.
"Well I'm doing it for her, and I'm telling you to back the hell off before my fucking fist connects with your-"
"Harry, lets just go. Neither us want want any trouble." I say, grabbing Harry's upper arm, trying to guide him away from the scene. He turns and looks back at me, the green in his eyes completely dominated by massive black pupils. Noticing how angry he is, i put on my most comforting expression in hopes that Harry will make the right choice and avoid any possibility of a fight. Without another word, he lets me guide him away and toward a table at the opposite end of the restaurant when the other man rudely calls out:
"Yeah, let your girl handle your fights for you, dick!" Harry stops, but doesn't turn around. He shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw tightly, causing muscles to pop out momentarily, but instead of returning to the man, he opens his eyes and keeps walking.
We find a table and sit across from each other, looking at the menus in front of us. Apparently having chosen a meal, Harry folds the menu shut and sets it down.
"Know what you're having yet?" He asks me. I look up from my menu to see all the anger from before completely wiped from Harry's face. The green in his eyes are back, the colour in his cheeks have returned, and he wears the same cheeky, sexy expression on his face that I had missed from last night. I like this side of Harry much better than the harsh one I had experienced a few minutes ago.
"I think so." I say, setting my menu on the table when the waitress appears to take our orders.
"Hello, my name is Tiffany and I'll be your server today. What can I get for you?" She asks Harry first, a flirty, seductive look on her face. I know Harry isn't my boyfriend or anything, but I can help but feel pissed at the girl for it. Who does she think she is?
"I'll let the lady go first." Harry tells her, looking at me expectantly. Ugh, there's that smirk again.. The waitress, Tiffany, asks me what I'd like without tearing her eyes away from Harry. Rude.
"I'll have a broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl with an apple and a medium lemonade." I say.
"Mhm," she says, writing down my order, "and for you?" She asks Harry, a smile playing around her lips.
"I'll have a tomato basil panini with a side of clam chowder and a large rootbeer, please." He tells her, never taking his eyes away from me. That obviously bothers her, because she writes it down and walks away without a word, the flirt wiped from her expression. I cant help but think that the word "panini" sounds a bit funny in his British accent. The thought makes me smile.
Harry smiles and folds his hands together whilst leaning toward me across the small table. "How was your day, bird?" He asks.
"Decent. I've been at since 8:00 this morning; back-to-back classes." I tell him
"Mmm," he ponders, "fun stuff."
"How about you? How's it been in the fantastic world of Harry Styles?" I question, adding a bit of sarcasm to keep things interesting.
"Well, if you must know," Harry shares the sarcastic mood, pretending to been slightly annoyed. "I awoke this morning at 5:30 and headed to the gym for about two hours *sigh*.Then, I went to my weekly Thursday class at the Uni, then I spent he rest of the day making this." And on cue, Harry pulls out what looks like a CD in a blue case labeled "Ember's Mix" with a little "From Harry" at the bottom in slightly messy handwriting. He hands it to me, and I inspect it only to find that my observation was indeed correct.
"I remembered what you said last night, when we were talking about music, so I decided to make you a mix CD of all my favourite songs. I think you'll like it." He explains.
On the back of the case is a list of songs from various of various genres.
"This is so.. Sweet. Geez, thank you, Harry." I say, smiling at the gift and than back at him.
"Most of it is Indie Rock from a couple of my favourite bands, and towards the end there some.. different, music I really like." I can't help but notice the way he says "different" like he isn't sure about it. I wonder what he means by "different music", and I can't wait to find out.
"I think I've heard of a few of these bands, but I can't remember hearing any of their music," I tell him, still reading the list of songs. There was about 10 of them.
"If you like The Strokes, you'll love them. It's the same type of music but with a bit more spunk." He tells me. I feel his eyes of my face, watching my expression, studying me closely. It makes me almost a bit nervous, so I put the CD in my bag and turn back to him. The waitress returns with our food and sets it down in front of us. God, it smells great. "Enjoy." Tiffany says, walking back to the kitchen with the now empty tray.
Harry and I continue our conversation over bites of food for the next half hour. A different waitress comes by and collects our empty plates and bowls of food to return back to the kitchen, leaving the check behind on the table in between us. I reach out for the check, but Harry beats me to it. "Easy, bird. Foods on me." He says.
"Are you sure? I'd be more than happy to-"
"Oh, please. It's my treat. I asked you to lunch, I pay." Harry insists.
I feel bad having him pay for my food, knowing I didn't chose the cheapest thing on the menu, but I gratefully comply and let him.
When the bill has been paid, Harry and I walk outside, ready to part our separate ways.
"Thanks for lunch, Harry, I had a really nice time." I thank him.
"Jesus Christ, Em, you sound like your on "The Bachelorette". We're just two friends, having lunch on an
ordinary Thursday afternoon. Completely casual." He says.
"Just two friends having lunch?"
"Sure. Unless you want it to be more than that." Harry says, his voice suddenly becoming low and husky, his pupils dilating. I blush slightly and let out a small, nervous giggle, but Harry remains serious, taking a step closer to me.
"Are you busy later? He asks, his voice remaining low.
"No." I simply say, wondering what it is he plans on saying next.
"Good. I want you to come over to my flat tonight, say, 9:30?"
"I-"
"Perfect. I'll text you my address." Harry states, not waiting for me to reply.
Then, he leans in toward me and places a hand on the back of my neck and leaves a light kiss on my right cheek, and whispers in my hear:
"Until then, bird." And turns and walks away to his car, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.
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9:00 comes on faster than I expected and I still haven't gotten ready for Harry's. I skip an extra shower but clear my face of makeup, allowing myself to start fresh. This time I apply a small amount of sky blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner swiped into a short "wing" affect, with a liberal amount of mascara and black pencil liner on my bottom lids and clear gloss for my lips. For some reason, I've always hated mint-flavoured lip balms because I could never fight off the urge to lick my lips afterward. I keep the on the black leggings I've been wearing all day to avoid extra laundry but change into a long sleeve light blue crop top (I love crop tops) with a black navy style jacket and a pair of black vans. I run a hand through my hair to give it some volume, collect my bag, and head out the door.
I input the address Harry previously texted me into Map Quest on my iPhone for directions, and it turns out that his house is fairly close, only a 10 minute drive from my place. His apartment number is 26, so when I arrive, I park my car and search the grounds.
It wasn't hard to find, so I run a hand through my hair, spray on a little perfume, and finally ring the door bell to Harry's apartment.
"Coming!" Shouts Harry's deep voice from inside the house. I hear his loud footsteps near the door and my heart quickens in anticipation. He swings the door open and leans against the doorframe, inspecting my entire body head to toe before saying a word.
"You look striking. Please, come in." Harry steps out of the way and enthusiastically waves an arm out in the direction of the inside of his apartment.
I was immediately stricken by the fact that his place was so.. nice. Expensive looking. In the living room there were comfortable looking leather couches and dark, nicely polished wooden coffee table in the middle, along with a big flat screen plasma TV placed on a black entertainment centre with glass doors, revealing a DVD player, a cable box (AT&T), and a large variety of movies who's titles I was not close enough to see. Next to the TV was a tall metal CD rack with a whole ton of disks placed on it, not a single space open, with a CD player/iHome placed at the top. The walls were a dark blood red colour.
The kitchen was just as nice, white walls and cabinets and a dark granite counter top.
"What do you think?" Harry asks. I then noticed that he had been observing me observe his home. I clear my throat and nod.
"It's great. A lot nicer than I expected a 19 year old guy in college to own. A lot nicer than my place.." I trailed off. It was also cleaner than I expected, my I decided to keep that comment to myself.
"Glad you like it." He says, his voice turning husky like it did earlier after lunch.
"I was thinking we would watch a movie together. You're choice." He says.
"Sounds like a plan." I respond, setting my bag on the coffee table in the living room. I stride over to the TV and kneel down to inspect my movie choices. Hmm.. Scary, funny, romantic, action... He basically had everything. In the end, I decided on Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio. I heard it was really great, but I haven't had the time to see it yet, so I figure now is the perfect time.
I handed the DVD to Harry and sat on the couch while set the movie up. He grabbed the remote and sat down next to me, awfully close.
"Ready?" He asks. I nod yes.
The movie is great so far, and very thrilling. I try to concentrate on it, but Harry keeps looking over at me, which is really distracting. I can feel his arms and legs against mine, his body heat warming me despite the cold atmosphere.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask, seeking a minute alone to check my imagine in the mirror, use the toilet, and clear my head.
"Of course. Up the stairs, first door to your left." He says.
"Thanks." I say and head up to the bathroom. I quickly check my hair and makeup, use the toilet, and exit back into the hallway. I'm about to return downstairs when I see slightly cracked-open door to my right. I know it isn't right to snoop, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I peek inside.
Harry's bedroom.
I open the door further and step inside. The huge room is as neat at the downstairs, with black walls and a huge king sized bed in the middle of the room, all white sheets, comforter, and pillows. There's a nightstand on the right side of the bed and a leather chair in the corner of the room next to a tall lamp, which has been left on. A book lay on the chair, opened to a page in the middle. I walk over and pick the book up. The Great Gatsby. One of my favourites. I'm about to set the book down when a voice speaks up behind me.
"Having fun there?" The low, husky voice is back.
Startled, I drop the book on the chair and spin around to find Harry quite a lot closer to me than I expected.
"I, uh, I'm sorry, I was just curious.." I start, tripping over my words.
"Mhm. I see." Harry says, his green orbs intensely piercing into my soul. I almost don't mind.
I am truly hypnotised by every part of him, from his eyes, to his body, to his voice, to his words... I am fully aware for the first time that I'm staring at Harry staring at me, but this time, I don't care. I don't stop myself. That's when Harry suddenly crashes his lips into mine in one swift motion. I am caught by surprise, but I don't pull back. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back ferociously, allowing myself to taste and feel and explore every part of him. Harry grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him, digging his hips into mine, his hands exploring my torso front and back. The kiss deepens further and I fist his brown locks in my hands, desperate to be as close to Harry as humanly possible. Things are heating up quickly and I have no regrets, but he pulls away suddenly, catching me off guard.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologises, "I want this, I really, really do, but I want you to be mine first." He says breathes huskily, one hand still on my waist. I can tell this is meant to be a question so I reply with my answer.
"Then I'm yours."
Notes
Sorry it's so late, but it took me a long time to write this chapter! I figured it would be nice of me to write a long chapter since the first two were so short.I hope you enjoy my story so far!
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12/10/13