It's been a few days since my skating trip with Harry and I'm still high off of it. Every time I think about him, I find myself grinning like a fool, I know this because my mother questioned me about why I was suddenly so happy, although she said it was a good thing. Today's New Year's Eve and since it is still winter break, most kids from my high school are home from their Universities, which is why the same boy who threw the party where I first spoke to Harry at, is having another one tonight.

The clock's ticking towards six in the evening and I'm still clueless as to whether it's Audrey who will be coming over before the party, or Harry. Audrey wants to get ready together and catch up, but with Seth staying with her at her place, she's hesitant to leave him behind. I'm hoping for Audrey to come over because I really do miss her, but she hasn't answered my last message.

Shortly after, my mom called me downstairs for dinner and the two of us caught up over our steak and mashed potatoes. One thing I miss greatly while I'm back at the dorms, is my mom. For the full eighteen years of my life, she's always been there for me and has always been so caring. With being a single parent all her life, she's sacrificed so much for Abbey and myself and still manages to keep a smile on her face. She's so positive towards everything in life, and I truly look up to her for that. She didn't judge Harry on his inked skin and black hoop when she first met him, she put his appearance aside and tried her best to get to know him. She's one of the most understanding people I know and she's supportive in everything I do.

After finishing our meals and putting the dishes away, I head back to my room. It's half past seven now and Audrey still hasn't replied, so I type a quick message to Harry before grabbing my fluffy white towel and walking into my bathroom. I carefully place my iPhone on the shower ledge, before stripping out of my clothes and turning the water on, waiting until it's the right temperature before stepping in. The sound of Vance Joy fills the small room, as I let my muscles relax under the warm water. I reach over and place some shampoo in my hand, before lathering my head with the lovely scent. I close my eyes and hum along to the sound of Riptide, before repeating my same movements with conditioner.

The small wash cloth is taken from my hands, causing my heart to thump in my chest. A scream is threatening to leave my lips but as I turn around, I've come face to face with a completely naked green eyed boy, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"Harry, what the hell?" I whisper, knowing my mom is just downstairs. "How the hell did you get in here, my mom is home!" I continue, causing him to chuckle.

"I know, how do you think I got in here?" The corners of his lips turn up, his hands gently rubbing the soapy cloth into my exposed skin.

"Harry, you need to get out!" I gently shove at his chest, the thought of my mom catching us making me sick. She doesn't even know that I'm sexually active, so I don't want to know how she'd react after catching sight of this.

"But I can't just leave you here all wet..." He teases, a smirk growing on his pink, wet lips.

I feel my cheeks begin to heat as I give his chest another shove, not daring to glance down past his face. I have never showered with Harry before, and although a small part of me is worried about my mom, I'm mainly just nervous to be in here with him. The small space is pressing our wet bodies together and it is too much for me to handle.

"Fine," He huffs, a small pout lays along his plump lips as his body disappears behind the tinted glass.

Although I'm done, I continue to lather my body with the scented soap, nervous to step out just yet. Being the child that I am, I count down three minutes in my head before turning off the water. I step outside of the tinted glass doors to see Harry sitting on the lid of the toilet, his eyes raking over my body.

"Harry," I gasp, reaching for my white towel only to feel that it's already damp. I roll my eyes and quickly wrap it around my body, ushering for him to leave.

"You told me to leave the shower," He points out, grinning like a child. "And it's nothing I haven't seen before, Emma." A smirk is present on his lips as he stands tall, giving me a quick kiss before walking out of the door.

I quickly close the door behind him and let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. I quickly unwrap the towel from my body and run it through my hair, drying it the best I can. As I tuck the material back underneath my arms, I reach for my toothbrush and begin to brush my teeth. It should be about eight o'clock now, giving me just enough time to get ready.

I quickly rinse my mouth and walk back into my room. Harry's now fully clothed, his long limbs stretched out across my bed, and a book settled in his large hands. He looks up from the pages and sits up, his lips curving into a smile the second he sees me.

"Took you long enough," He mumbles, standing tall and walking over to me. I'm hunched over, picking out a pair of black skinny jeans as his arms wrap around my waist from behind.

"Harry, I have to get ready," I shimmy out of his grip, reaching in my top drawer for a pair of underwear.

The towel is torn from my body, leaving me completely exposed. Before I even have the chance to speak, he cuts me off. "I know, that's why I'm helping you."

The smirk is evident in his voice as I groan out in frustration, tugging at the towel in his hands, his grip tightening with each pull. I feel the shade of my face deepen in colour the longer his eyes slowly rake down my body. I snap my fingers in front of his face, catching his attention, before turning my back towards him. I quickly pull my underwear through each of my legs, my jeans followed directly after. I hear Harry's quiet chuckle behind me, before the sound of his body hitting my bed.

"Fine, I'm not looking." His voice is muffled beneath my sheets, giving me the chance to grab the first bra I see out of my drawer, clasping it on in a matter of seconds.

I smile at my childish behaviour, feeling slightly bad, but Harry still makes me extremely nervous. "You can look now." I murmur, pulling on Harry's black Rolling Stones shirt over my body. "Is this okay to wear?" I ask, knowing it's not exactly ideal to wear to a party, but the only boy I care to impress is the boy who's laying on my bed.

A smile lights up his features, as he nods his head. "Perfect," He mumbles, motioning for me to come sit. As I kneel onto the bed, his toned arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his chest. "I love you in my clothes." He adds, his green eyes soft as they look up into mine.

I press a quick kiss to his lips before fighting out of his grip, causing him to whine. "Harry, I need to do my makeup." I frown, pulling at his secure arms.

"You don't need any of that crap," His thick voice is muffled by my t-shirt, his eyes closing as he sways my body back and forth. "Stay."

"As tempting as this is, I really need to get ready." I quickly run my fingers through his damp curls before pulling his face up to mine. His frowned lips move against mine, causing me to slightly smile. His smooth tongue runs along my bottom lip, my mouth opening in response. His tongue dips into my mouth, moving with ease, causing my stomach to flip and my heart to flutter. His grip around me tightens as his lips move slowly against my own, the kiss deepening.

"Harry," My words are lost the faster his lips move against mine. I use all the strength I have to break the kiss, his red swollen lips leaving me wanting him more. I give him an apologetic smile before standing up and walking towards my mirror. I roll on my deodorant before removing the makeup from my makeup bag, picking up my concealer.

"Mirror." His hoarse voice speaks from behind me.

I furrow my brows together, dabbing the concealer onto my face. "What?"

"Mirror," He repeats, as I blend the makeup into my skin. "I want to fuck you in front of a mirror."

The small tube drops from my hands as his words repeat in my head. His green eyes connect with mine through the mirror, no smirk set on his lips, instead a look of hunger is shown in his eyes.

"Harry..." I whisper, his dirty words turning my brain into jelly. I have to rethink at least three times to make sure powder comes after concealer. I nod my head, before tapping the light powder onto my face with a thick brush.

"Not now," He pauses. "But someday." His bottom lip is taken between his teeth, his head nodding in confirmation. "Yeah, someday soon." He adds, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.

I swallow back the lump in my throat as I finish applying my mascara. I swipe the tiniest bit of blush on my cheeks, instantly regretting it once I realize Harry has no problem bringing the colour out naturally. I finish off with my red lipstick, swiping it across my top and bottom lip, the colour matching the Rolling Stones logo on my t-shirt.

"See, not long at all," I smile, turning around to face him. "What time is it?" I ask, still a bit flustered from his earlier words. I plop myself onto my bed, pulling each sock over my feet as I watch Harry glance at his phone.

"8:26pm" He speaks, the dull light from his phone illuminating his features perfectly. He sets his phone back down as his eyes connect with mine. "You should have saved your lipstick for before we left, we have time to kill and I want to kiss you."

The look in his eyes is serious and it sends a wave of chills down my spine. He notices, because a faint smile makes it's way to his lips.

I slightly clear my throat, not trusting my voice. "We should get my mom to drop us off, since you know, drinking."

He shakes his head, his arms reaching in front of him to grab ahold of my waist. "No, I'll drive."

"Aren't you going to drink?" I ask, laying my body down beside him.

"Nah, if I do I'll just have one beer when we first get there so it wears off by the time we have to leave." He smiles, his lips making quick contact with my own.

"Let's go." He says, his arms unwrapping from around me as he sits up.

I feel my brows crease together as I look down at his phone, "But it's only 8:30, we're going to be early."

"If I stay on that bed with you any longer," His eyes are vigilant, his words cut short. I feel my cheeks heat up as I nod my head, standing up from the bed.

I reach into my closet, slipping on my favourite pair of brown boots before packing my powder and lipstick into a small shoulder purse. I follow Harry out of my room, his heavy footsteps loud on each step down. I pull my peacoat over my body, my hands resting in my pockets as I wait for Harry. As he stands from pulling on his boots, I flush at the tightness in his black jeans. I dart my eyes away the second his eyes meet mine, both of our bodies stepping into the cool crisp air.

The drive was silent until I reached for the stereo, making sure to play the same CD from our last drive. The pink that was spreading across Harry's cheekbones was evident, his embarrassment towards his own music taste adorable.

"I like it." I speak up, skipping a few tracks and stopping on Another Brick In The Wall by Pink Floyd.

"Like what?" His eyes briefly meet mine as I smile at him.

"Your old soul, it's one of the things I love most about you." My smile grows as the colour in his cheeks deepen, my fingers intertwining with his slim ones.

He doesn't speak after that, his shyness completely new to me. His hand stays in mine for the remainder of the drive. Two tracks later, we're pulling into the driveway of the same massive house. My lips curve into a smile, my hand tightening around Harry's.

"You okay?" He asks, having difficulties unbuckling his seatbelt with his opposite hand, as he keeps his right hand secured in mine.

"This is where we first met," My smile grows. "Well, first spoke." I laugh. Technically we had met in high school, but hadn't spoken until that night, although I had a massive crush on him for years.

"You what?" The surprise in his voice causing me to turn my head in confusion. He notices, and the smile on his face grows, his dimples on full display. "You just said that out loud, babe."

My eyes widen and I can feel my face flaming. I take my hand out of his to unbuckle my seatbelt, before sliding out of the car door. His laugh is heard from behind me, his steps heavy as they catch up to me. My hands taken in his, as he smiles down at me. My cheeks are burning and I'm just waiting for him to-

"Tomato." He smirks, his pointer finger making quick contact with my cheek. I roll my eyes, stopping as we get to the front of the door. Harry looks at me weirdly, before opening the door himself and walking in. I quickly step in after him, following him as he leads me through crowds of people.

Girls are dressed in tight, short dresses, guys are sporting NYE hats, party blow horns scattered along the floor and tables. I glance down at my outfit, regretting my choice once I realized it was New Year's Eve, not just a regular party. My frown quickly disappears as Harry's hand squeezes mine reassuringly.

"You look perfect," He murmurs to me over his shoulder. "Personally, I think you look better than all of the other girls here."

I smile at his kind words and pull on his arm to stop him from walking any further. As he turns his body around, I gently press my lips to his. He was slightly taken back, but his arms were quick to wrap around my body.

"Thank you." I say as I draw my head back. He nods his head, a small smile settled on his plump lips. I take my hand in his again and head towards the drinks.

I watch as he fills a red cup with beer, taking a quick sip before turning to me. "What do you want?" He asks, eyeing my empty hands.

I shrug my shoulders and reach for the closest bottle of rum. I grab myself a red cup, filling it tall with a little bit of coke, and a lot of rum. I can feel Harry's eyes on me, and as I meet his gaze, he's shaking his head with a smile on his lips.

"Are you fine with me drinking?" I hesitantly ask, knowing he won't be drinking himself.

He nods his head, his smile growing as his lips move to my ear. "As long as I don't have to babysit you." He teases, his bottom lip is taken between his teeth as he looks down at me.

I feel my cheeks heat, as I'm reminded about the time Harry looked after me at the frat house, images of my illness and ridiculous behaviour flashes in my head, embarrassing me even more. He chuckles quietly, his lips meeting the rip of his cup as he takes the last sip of his beer. His hand is returned to mine as he weaves us through the crowded room.

"Harry, mate!" A hand is placed on Harry's shoulder as I awkwardly stand beside him. I watch a grin take over his lips as he starts a conversation with the some-what familiar looking boy. I'd walk around the house, but Harry's hand is still secure in mine, so I'm left to sip on my drink as the two chat beside me.

I don't know how much time has passed, but as I feel the weight of the empty cup in my hands my eyes widen in shock. Harry's eyes are wide as well, his eyes flickering between me and my cup.

"Babe, slow down..." His voice is laced with concern and I can already feel my head start to lighten. I smile in response, as he returns to his conversation.

A smile is sewn onto my lips for no absolute reason, and the feeling of Harry's warm hand in mine is making me extremely happy. The music is loud and catchy, my foot repeatedly tapping against the floor to the beat. I quietly laugh to myself, my moves horrible compared to everyone else here.

"Baby," Harry coos, catching my attention. As I look up at him, I hadn't even notice the sort of familiar looking guy gone.

"I want another drink." I smile up at him, his eyes giving me a look but his head nodding. I pull him back into the booming room, the table now surrounded by more people.

"Let me get it." He insists, eyeing the random guys at the table before pulling me closer to his side. The empty cup is taken from my hands, as he fills me a new cup of the same drink I had before, except this time I catch him giving me a little bit of rum, and a lot of coke. I smile to myself, knowing he probably tried to do that secretly.

"Thank you." I take the drink from his hands and instantly bring the rim to my lips. My eyes are trained on his, his staring right back at me.

A small giggle leaves my lips as he smiles at me, his hand tugging me towards a less crowded part of the house. His tall frame leans against one of the walls, his hand leaving mine to loosely wrap around my waist. My eyes flicker across the random faces in the room, causing me to wonder where Audrey and Seth are, but at this moment I could really care less.

"I would much rather Elvis Presley playing," I smirk up at Harry, watching as his eyes narrow down at me. "I'm serious!" I giggle, cupping his face in my hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. His lips respond to mine before he pulls his head back, his face holding pure amusement.

"I like your eyes." I smile, as he snorts from beside me. His opposite arm snakes around me, joining his other arm thats hooked around my waist.

"Thank you love," He smiles down at me, his arms pulling me closer into his body. "But you've told me that before."

"And your dimples." I add, watching as he shyly looks away from me, his eyes roaming around the room. "Harry?" I slur, his green eyes darting back towards me.

"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes searching mine as his hand draws smile circles into my lower back.

"I want you to take me in front of a mirror," I whisper, giggling as his eyes widen at my words. I lower my hands from his chest, trailing my fingertips down his torso until they land on his belt.

"Emma.." He warns, his breathing noticeably picking up.

"I want to watch as you..." I giggle, burying my face into his shoulder as I breathe in his scent. I expect him to tell me to stop, to scold me that I'm doing this while drunk at a party, but his next words both surprise and excite me.

"As I what?" He asks, pulling my body even closer against his. "As I fuck you from behind? You want to see the way my cock mo-"

"Harry!" My cheeks are flaming, his dirty words making me thankful that I wore jeans. I place my hand just below his belt, his smirk growing with each passing second.

"Yes?" He asks, lowering his arms so they hide my actions from the people around us.

I shake my head slowly before smashing my lips onto his, the feeling of his soft lips moving against mine barely satisfying my needs. His tongue slowly dips into my mouth, moving with ease against my own. His fingers trail up my sides, his mouth leaving mine to nibble on my earlobe.

"I've always wanted to fuck at a party," His breath is warm against my neck, sending chills all over my body as his tongue runs over my soft spot.

Without thinking, I grab ahold of his hand and weave through people to find the staircase. This house is extremely large and unfamiliar to me, and my patience is running low. A low chuckle is heard from behind me as I'm tugged towards the opposite way. A few bodies are sat on the last few steps of the staircase and I drop my hand from Harry's to make this less obvious. Harry takes the stairs before me, and I take two at a time, following quickly behind him. The second my feet meet with the floor, I'm pushed into a dark room. The door closes behind me before the light is switched on and I'm met with my reflection. The sound of the lock is heard before Harry's body appears behind me. His arms snake around my waist as his mouth makes contact with my neck, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I can feel my breathing start to pick up as his smooth hands are now hidden underneath my shirt, his tongue soothing over the red skin of my neck.

His large hands sneak between his chest and my back, unclasping my bra before pulling the straps down each of my arms. He gathers the material at the bottom of my shirt before tossing it onto the ground. His lips leave my neck as he raises my arms and pulls the hem of my shirt over my head. The shirt falls to the floor and his eyes are now glued to my chest in the mirror. His fingers slide into the start of my jeans, his hand slipping into my underwear. His fingers lightly brush over me, his blazing eyes watching my reflection closely. I quickly turn around, causing his hand to slightly rise.

"That's overwhelming," I breathlessly laugh, his lips turning into a small smile as he looks down at me.

"That's nothing yet," He murmurs, his hand slipping out of my jeans to unbutton and unzip them. I slowly shake my head, his hands pausing against the clothing as he looks at me with concern.

"I'm half naked and you're fully dressed," I point out, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. He laughs lightly, his arms crossing over his chest as he pulls the material over his head and onto the floor.

"Better?" He smirks, his hands returning to the waistband of my jeans. I nod my head, shuddering as the cool air hits my bare skin as the tight clothing is pulled off each of my legs. His warm hands rub small circles into the back of my thighs as I connect my lips with his. His lips move slowly against my own as I pull the belt through the loops of his jeans. The sound of the metal hitting the floor rings in my ears as his tongue slips into my mouth. The feeling of the cold metal on his lip excites me, as I yank at his tight jeans, pulling them down his legs, taking his briefs with them. He takes my hands in his own as he uses his feet to take them off the rest of the way.

"I love you," I smile, his fingers slipping into the hem of my underwear before pulling them down my legs.

"I love you too." He smiles wide, his bright eyes softening at my words.

I step out of the material as he turns my body to face the mirror, my face hiding in my hands the second I see our reflection. He chuckles quietly behind me, my hands being pulled away from my face. His smile is breathtaking, his hands wrapped around my wrists. The pink is noticeable in my face, informing me on how I look every time he makes me blush.

"You're so beautiful." He speaks from behind me, his hands leaving my wrists to wrap around my waist.

"You are too." I reply honestly, earning a smile from him. His hands leaves my waist to lightly push at my back, making my body hunch over, my chest pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counter.

The butterflies return to my stomach as his soft lips trail down my shoulder blade, his hands massaging into each of my hips. The feeling of his body pressing closer to mine and his mouth nipping at my skin, is causing my heart to beat faster in my chest. His one hand leaves my side to cup my breast, his finger gently kneading my nipple. I close my eyes shut, hoping he won't notice.

"Open your eyes," He demands, his posture now standing tall. I do what he says, our eyes connecting through the mirror. His hand disappears behind me, the feeling of his tip lining up between my legs is present. He pushes himself into me slowly, his eyes locked on mine as his breathing becomes noticeably heavier. He continues to stretch me, the position causing him to fill me completely, putting me in both pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, it's so much tighter this way," He hisses, his hands placed on either side of my hips as he begins thrusting into me at a steady pace.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling, the sound of his skin hitting mine fills the small room every time he slams back into me.

"Look at me," He speaks through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into my sides as he quickens his pace. I quickly open my eyes, the sight in front of me becoming unreal. "You like watching yourself get fucked?" He smirks, his thrusts becoming more harder and deeper, causing a small whimper to leave my lips. "Answer me,"

His voice is hoarse, his breathing erratic as he continues to pound into me from behind. "Yes," I cry out in pleasure, the sight and feeling of him becoming too much for me to handle.

"Fuck," I gasp as his short nails dig into my sides, his lip taken between his teeth, his hips slamming into me at a ridiculous pace. I squeeze my eyes shut but open them before he can say anything. The sight in front of me is enough for me to come, his hair is dried into messy curls, but the sweat glistening along his forehead is present, dampening his roots.

"God, you feel so good," He groans, the throbbing between my legs increasing as the familiar pit in my stomach returns. His damp chest is pressed into my back as he brings his lips to my ear. "You're such a dirty girl, watching me as I fuck you from behind," He smirks against my skin, moans continuously slipping from my mouth.

"Harry," I breathe, my eyesight becoming slightly blurry from the overwhelming sensation. "I..." The pleasure I'm feeling is preventing me from forming a proper sentence, his pace quickening as his thrusts become deeper with each withdraw.

"Let go baby," He coos, his hot breath heavy against my neck. "But keep your eyes on me." He demands.

The feeling of him inside me, the sight of our reflection, his dirty words, the intensity of his eyes on mine, all pushes me over the edge, causing me to tighten my walls around him. He hisses from behind me, his face showing nothing but pure pleasure as he continues to slam into me throughout my orgasm. I grip onto the nearest object, being the sink, as his movements still behind me. His hips are pressed into my behind, his eyes clamped shut as he spills himself inside of me, a throaty groan echoing the small room.

"Oh my god," I speak, my voice slightly rough. His eyes open at the sound of my voice, a small smile curving his lips as he nods in agreement.

He stands tall, pulling himself out of me, causing me to wince at the loss of contact. I'm taken back when his arms engulf me in a tight embrace, his lips pressing a small kiss to the top of my head.

"I fucking love you, Emma." His words bring a smile to my lips as I wrap my arms around his torso. I press my face into his chest, the sound of his beating heart filling my ears.

"I love you too and," I smile shyly, my face still hidden in his chest.

"And?" He questions, his arms loosening from around me as he pulls his head back to look down at me.

"That was really, um," I pause, slightly embarrassed. "hot."

He chuckles quietly, his hands cupping each side of my face. "Yes, that was really fucking hot, if you ask me." He smirks, before pressing his lips against mine.

Notes

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