Crown of Thorns

The door shuts behind me and a mixture of fear, uncertainty, desire and excitement washes through me. My heart thumps as I follow Harry through my dark house. His fingers are wrapped firmly around my wrist, tugging me gently up the stairs- towards my room. Harry's grip on my hand feels hot, his skin burning mine pleasantly.
We don't switch on any lights as we pad silently up the staircase, I follow him in the dark.
He navigates through my house with ease, probably remembering where my room is from when we were kids. He pushes my door open and I follow him inside.
The moon high in the outside sky casts silvery shadows on the my bedroom floor. Harry drops my hand and walks away from me. I close the door and lean against it, my breathing shallow. Is this really gonna happen? Not that I know exactly what is going to happen. I've never been this intimate with a boy before and the last guy who had tried ended up sexually assaulting me.
Images of Sam ripping through my tights and holding me against the car fill my mind and I stifle a whimper. Being with Harry isn't going to be like that, I tell myself. Stop being a wuss.
But still, my body shakes and my heartbeat speeds. Will Harry hurt me like Sam did? Will he laugh at my pain?
Harry's back is facing me as he looks around my room. His eyes flicker over my bed, my books, my desk, the photos of Emma, Jack and I pulling faces on my bedside table.
I study the profile of his face, his strong jawline and his pink, kissable lips. The silvery light shines off his curly hair. Harry looks like he belongs on a shampoo commercial. He had ditched the jacket and the beanie at my front door, where my school bag belongs. He is now just wearing his jeans and t-shirt.
"Harry," I call hoarsely. I watch him as he slowly turns around and looks at me. His eyes seem to be sparkling with something. "Are- are we going to have s-sex?" My breath shudders as I speak. I'm nervous and frightened. I don't want to be hurt again by someone I like. Tonight has gone so well, can it end well also?
"No, love. We're not," he reassures me, probably hearing the fear in my voice.
I don't know if I'm relieved by Harry's answer or not. Did I want to have sex with him anyway? I know that if I asked myself the same question three weeks ago I would have vomited or something. But lately I'm not so sure.
I start to relax a little against the door. So no sex then. But my peace is short lived as Harry reaches behind him and pulls his t-shirt off. My heart leaps into my throat and my stomach drops to the floor. My eyes fall to the rope of muscle chording under his skin. The light casts shadows over his stomach and arms. Oh God.
Harry walks forward and stops in front of me, his chest pressing against mine. I tip my chin up to look up at him. My legs shake at his closeness, my knees knocking. His nose brushes mine, his lips ghosting over my own. Our breaths mingle and I stare at him with wide eyes.
"Mia," he whispers and I swallow the rising bile in my throat. "I'm not going to hurt you, not like that fucking prick-" He cuts himself off as I hear angry rise in his tone.
"We'll just touch," He says, his voice is low and rumbly and under control. Warmth blooms in my stomach and moisture pools between my legs. I inwardly curse my body for reacting this way towards him, he just spoke to me for Christ's sake!
His big hands cup my face gently, his thumbs running over my cheekbones. He leans in and tilts my head to the side, my neck bared.
"And lick," he breathes before he runs his tongue up in a wet line from the base of my neck to the edge of my jaw. My breath shudders and my mind fogs over, all trace of fear disappearing. One of Harry's hands drop to grip my hip. He squeezes me in a comfortable hold. My whole body seems to be burning, my skin prickling, my stomach doing flips.
"And suck." His mouth falls onto my collarbone, his lips and tongue sweeping over my skin. He sucks gently and a small moan rips from me. I feel him smile against my skin at my reaction and I slap a hand over my mouth. Did I just? Did I just moan?
"It's just your body reacting to mine. You're aroused, Mia," Harry mumbles into my skin, his tongue flickering out and tasting my skin. "It's nothing to be afraid about." My face flushes.
"I am not afraid, or aroused!" I squawk in embarrassment but I don't push Harry away.
"Your heartbeat is really fast. I can feel it." Harry's other hand drops to my waist and he buries his head in the crook of my neck, licking and sucking my skin, his teeth occasionally scraping.
"It is not," I pant and I feel Harry once again smile against my skin. "Sure thing, baby."
His hands slide around my waist to move smoothly between my bottom and the door I lean on. He tugs the hem of my jumper.
"Arms up," he whispers and I obey without argument. He pulls the jumper over my head and drops it on the floor. He cups my ass and suddenly I'm being lifted. I squeak in surprise and wrap my arms around his bare shoulders.
I barely get time to register before his mouth lands on mine and his tongue slips past my lips. I gasp into his mouth, my fingers threading themselves into his curls, my legs winding behind his back and my ankles locking. I stroke his tongue with mine tentatively, still not too confident with this whole kissing thing. His hands cup my bottom and presses me against his erection that his hips slowly rock up against the heat of me.
Making out with Harry Styles. I'm making out with Harry Styles. Oh God, oh God.
He starts walking us towards my bed and my nervousness and fear spikes. He said no sex. Without breaking the kiss, Harry drops onto my bed, rolling me on top of him at the last minute so he takes my weight and the fall. We bounce on the mattress and another squeak of surprise rips from me.
"No sex, we said no sex!" I break away from Harry, my words high pitched and frightened. Harry relaxes underneath me, his features softening and sad smile growing on his face.
"We're not going to have sex." He reaches up and brushes a lose strand lock of hair out of my eyes. His long fingers slip behind the back of my head and he tugs at the elastic holding back the rest of my hair. My long, light brown hair tumbles forward and curtains Harry's and my face. He combs through my hair with his fingers.
"So beautiful," he murmurs in a low, raspy voice. My stomach twists and I blush. I can feel himbetween my thighs as my knees are on either side of his, our groins pressed together. But it's not like with Sam when he was scary and rough, Harry's kind and gentle.
He slowly rolls us over so he's on top, resting his weight on his elbows that rest beside my head, caging me in. His hands cup my face and he kisses me. He tastes good and his lips are firm. His tongue twines with mine slowly, and I begin to feel like he's trying to be gentle with me. Perhaps trying not to scare me away and calm me down.
Whatever I have left inside of me that is still holding strong against Harry's charm, melts away and I soften completely.
My hands wrap around the back of his neck and I lift my hips up to press against his erection. One of his hands drops away from my face to hook underneath my raised knee. He lifts my leg up and wraps it around his waist before rocking his pelvis into mine. I gasp as he hits my core. He does it again and my nails dig into his shoulders.
Suddenly my jeans feel too tight, too hot. I want to take off my top, I want to take off my underwear and let Harry have me. I feel needy and desperate for deeper contact.
"Harry," I croak and Harry breaks contact and stares down at me. His eyes are wide and his lips are open and panting. He seems to be looking at me in bewilderment and amazement. He frowns a bit and a wave of insecurity washes over me. Was I too needy? Did I do something wrong? Harry eases off me and sits up and my insecurity turns into panic.
I bolt up, my knees still propped up on either side of Harry. I lean over and flip the on light of my small bedside lamp. A dim glow brightens the room instantly.
"What's wrong, did I do something?" I demand, my face still flushed. Surprise passes over his face followed by amused smile.
"No, sweetheart. You did everything right. I just want to know, has anyone touched you before?" His big hands rest on my thighs as he leans forward an inch away from my face and smiles.
"You're touching me right now," I stammer, confused.
His smile grows. "Not what I meant. Has anyone touched you here?" He drags a finger down my groin and my hips jolt forward of their own accord. If I wasn't blushing red as a tomato before I know that I am now.
"N-n-no." Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Harry lazily stokes his fingers over my jean-cladded crotch and I feel my temperature rise and my stomach drop. My heart pounds so hard against my ribs and I can feel myself shaking.
Harry stares me straight in the eye, still smiling. He flicks his chin up, "Take off your top. Move up and lay down." I blink and don't move. Take off my top? Lay down? What's he gonna do to me?
My foggy mind commands my arms to move and I hesitantly hook my fingers under my t-shirt and I lift it over my head, baring my bra and stomach. I throw the t-shirt away and turn back to Harry. His eyes have gone dark with desire and lust, they glitter dangerously and I feel my insides churn.
"Now lie down." His voice is raspy and sends chills down my spine. I obey, watching him as I shuffle back on my bed. I ease down, my head hitting my pillow. I can hear my own breathing, shallow pants of air. I hold Harry's gaze, feeling vulnerable and totally aroused.
He leans forward and undoes my jeans. My breathing catches when he slides them off my legs and feet. I'm staring up at the roof but look at him in surprise when I hear him trying to stifle laughter.
Oh my God, what? I bolt up again and groan when I see what he's laughing at. I didn't even realise that I put them on this morning, my pink polkadot underwear. The same ones Harry caught glimpse of the other day. My hands cover my face, hiding my utter embarrassment.
"I'm such an idiot," I groan and I hear Harry laugh again. He takes my hands and pulls them away from my face. He kisses me, slow and deep. His tongue swirling with mine.
"I love them," he whispers with a dimpled grin. "Lie down, baby."
I hesitantly do so, my weight once against settling into my covers. I look up at him and chew my lower lip nervously. Harry has on his face a ghost of a smile, his eyes are a tinted black against green.
He leans over me, resting on one elbow above my head. He places a single, simple kiss upon my lips, then trails his mouth down my jaw, dragging his lips along my neck. My hands wind through his hair, hanging on tight. Harry rains kisses down between the valley of my breasts, his head rising and falling in time with my panted breathes.
His eyes flash up and meet mine for a second and I feel more arousal pool between my legs. Harry kisses the swell of my breast and I gasp as I feel his fingers stroke the top of my bare thigh.
"So soft," he whispers against my skin. He rains kisses all over my chest, his tongue occasionally flickering against my goosebumped flesh. His fingers trace shapes on my thigh, moving ever so slowly towards the heat of me.
By now my mind is totally and completely not here. It's gone. I can't think, like, at all. I just want him. I want him to touch me, so bad. Every nerve and fibre inside of me is screaming for him. My gut's clenching, my hearts racing.
I.
Want.
Him.
Harry's fingers dance across the damp material covering me, his teeth nipping at my skin. I try to stifle my moan when he presses his fingers against my sensitive spot. My fingers curl and dig into his scalp.
The pleasure is dizzying, my heartbeat races as tiny sparks of bliss shoot through me. He circles me, slowly, carelessly. Gasps and little mewls work past my lips, my breath shuddering.
"Harry," I whimper. Harry's eyes flash up at me and I catch a glimpse of pure desperation before he surges forward and kisses me.
All his kisses before were all hot and sweet and I expected this kiss to be the same. But there is nothing sweet about this kiss. It's as if some switch had been flicked on inside of him. Like he had been trying to repress his true emotions. This kiss is desperate and possessive. He takes control of my whole mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside.
We clash teeth and our tongues roll. The kiss scares me and excites me. He rolls me over slightly so he can unsnap the back of my bra. He rips is off frantically and my mind goes to mush. I yank Harry closer to me, our bare chests brushing together.
His fingers start to pick up pace, rubbing me more quickly. With the one hand that he has above my hand, he grips my wrists together and pins them down above my head, causing my back to bow and my chest to press against him.
I sink deeper and deeper into the sensations of my body. My skin is tingling, my heart pounding. The pleasure Harry is causing is building, building, higher and higher. Behind closed eyes, I am in paradise.
Harry shoves my almost drenched underwear aside and plunges a finger inside of my wet heat. I cry out in pain.
"Stop!" I shout and Harry rips his mouth, hands and fingers away from me immediately.
"I'm so sorry." His eyes are filled with regret. He hovers over me, his brow furrowed. "I forgot and got carried away. We can stop. Oh, fuck I'm sorry sweetheart."
My arms fly to my chest, covering me due to embarrassment. Harry's eyes burn up in guilt when he watches my action, probably thinking that I'm scared and that I don't want him no longer.
"We-we can keep going. Just, go slow," I pant, trying to reassure him. He freezes for a bit then slowly nods.
"Tell me. Tell me as soon as your hurting and we'll fix it. Okay?" He holds my gaze until I nod in agreement. I feel his hesitant fingers tease my entrance and bite my lip as I stare up into his eyes.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry slides a finger inside of me. He watches my face, checking for any sign of discomfort. My breath shudders and one of my arms draw Harry back down for another kiss.
The feeling is a mixture between unfamiliar hot pain and sweet, pleasure. He slowly pumps his finger in and out, inch by inch. My back arches again and I moan into Harry's mouth. His body is so big around me, holding me, caging me in. But I feel safe, not scared and frightful this time.
His finger swirls slowly inside of me and I bite Harry's lower lip in output. He groans his approval and he rolls his shaft into my hip, his hard erection grinding into me.
Harry hits a certain spot deep inside of my core and a small stabbing pain shoots through me
"Hurts. It hurts," I gasp and try to roll away from him.
"Sorry," Harry apologises against my mouth but he holds me tight. His thumb brushes and teases the sensitive spot of me and I forget all about the pain and I am lost in the pleasure, writhing under him.
Harry slowly grinds his shaft against my hip, his mouth now moving at my throat and descending lower. I'm gasping and thrashing under his warm body. Both my hands grip his hair. His finger and his thumb drive me higher, the pleasure burning inside of me.
Harry inches down to reach my chest. He drags his tongue over my nipple, his hand that holds mine dropping to cup my other breast. My fingers fist his curls tightly.
"Mia," he groans, low and deep. I press his head against my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his finger stirring inside me, his thumb circling. I helplessly let out a moan, oh fuck.
I'm on the razor's edge, dangling so dangerously. But still I feel afraid, I have never given myself to a boy ever before and the situation is a little unfamiliar to me.
"I can feel you tightening, sweetheart. Let go. You're safe with me, I promise it won't hurt." His breath whispers against my skin and yet I hang on. Refusing to let go.
"Baby, let go." His voice is a whispered plea, I look down and meet his darkened, burning eyes and... I let go.
My back arches and I lose myself. A sound mix between and long moan and a scream bursts from my chest. I try to roll onto my side to curl into a ball against the intense pleasure but Harry holds me down and safe underneath him. I buck against his fingers that caress and tease me. I gasp and moan, mewling and whimpering.
Harry works his fingers quicker, his mouth sucking harder. Eventually he slows and I sag against him, my body completely worn out. Harry eases his fingers out of me and crawls the rest of the way up onto my body. He kisses me long and deep, his mouth smiling against mine.
"I- you didn't finish," I point out, my heartbeat slowing. I can still feel his erection hard against the inside of my thighs.
"Didn't need to," he says, "seeing you was enough."
A blush works it's way up my throat and I feel it burn my cheeks red. The sounds I made... Oh god, so embarrassing. But that was the most stimulating experience that I've ever has, I am allowed to make sounds like that aren't I? Or maybe it was too much.
"Uh-um," I say because I have no idea what to say. What do people normally say after situations like this? "Thankyou," I mumble, hoping it's enough.
Harry grins, a real teeth flashing, dimple popping, boyish grin. "Now you owe me."
I frown. "Owe you what?" An orgasm? Sex?
"Just these." He rises up and reaches down between our bodies and tugs down on my underwear, ripping them off. He slides off the bed and stands up, tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans,
"Wha-hey!" I squeal and flip over onto my stomach so he can't see any of my good bits.
Harry laughs, "I licked your breasts, felt you and just made you come, and you're worried about me seeing you naked?"
I just whimper into the pillow, trying to erase the stupid smile off my face. Oh my gosh, best date ever- best night ever.
I hear him snicker and he tells me, "you've got the cutest ass." His hand spanks my rear and I squeal and giggle. Using my hands to try and slap his invasive ones away. I grab the edge of my covers and pull it over my naked body, rolling myself up like a sausage roll.
My duvet hinders half of my sight so I can just barely see Harry staring down at me with an amused expression. I jerk my head up and down so I can tuck the sheets under my chin. I laugh when Harry jumps. The mattress bounces under his weight and he lands on his knees and arms, his body hovering above mine.
I grin up at him and he rolls to his side, falling beside me. He slides an arm underneath my pillow and I awkwardly kick and toss my rightly wrapped body towards him. I giggle when I settle in next to his body, my head lying on his shoulder. I feel him absently stroke my hair and I relax.
I study his face whilst he stares up at my ceiling.
"Has anyone ever told you have a penis shaped nose?" I ask him bluntly. His head snaps to the side to look at me with alarm, his eyes wide.
"My nose is shaped like a penis?" He seems completely and utterly shocked. I laugh, tossing back my head, my mind full with happiness, my body completely sated. I feel free.
"Yeah, it does." I nod, holding his gaze. He raises a hand to his nose and rubs it slowly, mock scowling at me. "You've just shot my self-esteem in the face. Why would you do that?"
"Okay, okay. Maybe not a penis." I grin. "It looks like a nose."
"My nose looks like a nose?" Harry asks, deadpanned. I shake my head and laugh, "no, it really doesn't."
Harry sighs as I giggle like a manic, my face leaning into his shoulder, my frame shaking with laughter.
"You know, you're different to how I thought," Harry says abruptly and I look up, noticing that he's staring at my bedroom ceiling again. Those words remind me of when I invited Harry into my house and he asked about what my dad does for a living. He had said the pretty much same thing then as well
"Really?" I think back to when Harry and I didn't get on. I always had a reason to be pissed at him. I never laughed with him, let alone smile with him. Guilt flashes through me, should I have been nicer?
"Yeah," he says, his smile disappearing. "I thought you were a rich, stuck up, goody-two-shoes, frigid, daddy's girl." Ouch, okay. That hurts. But at least he's being honest about it. His gaze lands on me and a smile tugs at the ends of his lips. "But you're not."
"Wow, thanks Harry," I reply sarcastically and roll my eyes.
"Uh-uh. You didn't let me finish." He places a finger upon my lips and rolls onto my body. I'm helpless against him seeing as my hands are pinned to my sides. His warm frame settles on top of me, his elbows propping him up and taking most of his weight from me.
"I think you're sexy and cute. You're kind and stubborn and I like that. I like that you're not afraid of me like others are." His voice drops on the last sentence and I hear something that I thought that I'd never hear from Harry, insecurity.
"You're lovely, Mia." Harry's eyes hold my stare, truth radiating from the green depths.
"T-thank you," I repeat, this time meaning what I say. I beam up at him, "I think you have a really nice nose." I burst into laughter at his expression.

Notes

I'm so sorry it's been so long, I've been working so hard to update my fic Perfect Act (check it out?) that I just have forgotten about this one I am truly sorry I know I left you with a. Chapter that was a cliffhanger I'm so sorry.


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