After a couple of hours of talking, Harry had paid for our dinner and we were on our way out. Since I had drank most of the wine and he had sobered up over the hours, Harry was fine to drive back to our dorms. I felt the bed sink beneath me as Harry quickly climbed in beside me, the sheets hanging just below his hips, giving me a clear view of his bare, toned stomach. I rolled onto my side and gently started to trace the outlines of his tattoos, noticing his eyes watching my fingers move across his skin.

"Harry?" I heard myself ask.

"Yeah?" His head tilted to the side, his eyes now focused on my face.

"Can you tell me more... about yourself?" I hesitantly asked. A few seconds of silence went by before he sighed and turned onto his side, taking my hand in his and gently playing with my fingers.

"What do you want to know?" He mumbled, keeping his eyes on mine. I shrugged and scooted closer to him, placing my hand on the side of his face.

"Anything.. I just mean, if we're going to be together, I'd just like to know more about you.." I spoke quietly, watching his slim fingers gently pick at mine. He suddenly stopped his movements and intertwined his fingers in mine, before rolling onto his back. He rested our hands on his bare stomach, and I could feel the shivers run down my spine.

"Well, I grew up in Cheshire, England. I lived in a small village called Holmes Chapel, it's about 3 hours East from London." He paused for a few seconds. "Life was normal, everyone pretty much knew everyone since it was such a small town. I lived with my mum, and I had an older sister named Gemma." His words came out slow, his eyes focused on the ceiling above us. Had? I swallowed back the lump that was building in my throat. "We were very close... She was great, Emma. You two would have become such good friends, I just know it." His voice started to come out weaker. "When I was 12, she went missing." His voice cracked and silence flooded the room. "Three years later, when I was 15, I remember coming home from school one day and seeing our house packed up. My mum had told me we were moving, leaving the country. I remember yelling at her, refusing to go." He shook his head, as if he were still in that moment. "I couldn't leave, I knew Gemma would come back to us, I just knew it. I couldn't leave the country knowing she could be coming home to an empty house.." His voice started to tremble, and for the first time since he started talking, he brought his gaze over to me. "My mum ended up convincing me to go, telling me it was too hard for her to continue living there, so we ended up leaving and I came here freshman year of high school." He brushed his hand on my cheek, wiping away my tear.

"Harry, I.." I couldn't finish my sentence. I couldn't find the words to say, I just shook my head.

"Please don't tell me you're sorry, I've heard enough of those." He gave me a sad smile, bringing his hand down to my waist, rubbing his thumb across my hipbone in slow movements.

"The same year that I was 15, before we moved, I had a girlfriend." His eyes never once left mine. "It was the first time I've ever been in love, well at least I thought it was love. I got proven wrong when I met you.." He mumbled quietly, looking away. "We were inseparable, known as the couple that were glued to each others sides at all times, the couple that would never split." He chuckled to himself. "I was fucking 15, when I look back now, we were so young and stupid." He briefly shook his head before taking a deep breath. "Anyway, we had been together for a good while. I was devastated when I realized I was going to have to leave her. One night, I decided to go to her house and surprise her so I could spend some time with her before breaking the bad news. I was dreading telling her, but I knew I had to sooner than later. I was close with her family, so her mum just let me right in. I remember walking up the stairs with the stupidest grin on my face, holding fucking flowers, just to open the door of her room to see her fucking one of my closest pals." He began to sit up straight, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. "I hadn't felt that much pain since we lost Gemma." He frowned, pulling me onto his lap so I was now straddling him. "She broke me, and I was already broken. When I first moved here, I hooked up with a bunch of girls to get over her. I remember telling myself I would never date again, that I would never let anybody have control over hurting me again." He sighed before leaning forward, slowly brushing his lips against mine. "What have you done to me, Peterson?"

He closed the tiny space between us and forcefully pressed his lips on mine. His arms snaked around my lower back, pulling my body closer against his. I began to grind my hips down on his lap, as I parted my lips and let his tongue find mine. A low groan came from the back of his throat as I lost my fingers in his tangled curls, gently tugging on them. His kiss began to soften, and I suddenly found myself pulling away. His brows were knitted together, so I planted one more kiss on his lips, the cold from his lip ring sending shivers down my back.

"I love you so much Harry, so much that it scares me. And I can promise you that I will never hurt you. Ever." His face was cupped in my hands, his green eyes burning into mine. His grip around my body tightened as he lowered his face to my neck.

"I hope not." He planted soft kisses down my neck between each syllable. He took the skin just below my collarbone between his lips as he began to suck. I closed my eyes in pleasure, but quickly pushed it away when I remembered the one question I wanted to ask him.

"Harry.." He hummed in response, gently nibbling the new bruise that was soon on its way.

"Why the tattoos? And the lip ring?" My eyes flung open when I felt his body stiffen and his lips stop their assault. The room was filled with silence and I could hear his breathing begin to pick up. I wrapped both my arms around his neck and held him close, feeling his body slightly relax from my touch.

"Another time, we can talk about that another time.." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as his breathing eventually evened out.

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