Harry sat down on the lounge, sighing, as I walked to his kitchen and made two cups of tea.

“So...?” I started, ferociously dunking the tea bag into the steaming water.

“So... where do I start?” Harry said, obviously trying to avoid telling me the truth.

“From the beginning, would be a good place” I snapped.

“Mh, okay, well, urhm, so, after the accident I went to live with a foster family because my aunt and other family didn’t want me cause, you know, they blamed me and stuff. It was hard, because I felt like I was a failure, and they blamed me for everything. They hated me. When I went back to school, I kinda let me anger out by treating girls like shit, and just used them for sex, so I got this reputation of being a bad boy. I thought this was going to be bad, but I just got more and more girls thrown at me and I guess I got used to it. I got into hardcore drugs and just hung around a whole lot of bad people. Like really bad. I got into a lot of fights, and pretty much used violence as a way to output the anger I had for the accident. I got into a lot of trouble with the police for a whole heap of things. So anyway when I turned 18, I left, I came here and decided to turn my life around. I mean yeah some of this shit still follows me around but I’m getting there. I just, don’t tell anyone, this is really personal. I am ashamed of my past.”

I had a feeling like Harry was still withholding information, but this was a start. I walked over to him, a pitied smile forming on my lips. He looked away, breaking our eye contact.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want. I don’t need your pity” he said, finally looking up at me.
I didn’t reply. Instead I placed a longing kiss on his lips, before he broke it off and walked to his bedroom.

The weeks that followed went really quickly. We went to Cheshire over the break and I got to see where he was from, but he decided to leave out all the dangerous places that he had been a part of after the accident. I often saw him hide behind sunglasses and a cap when particular people would walk by. One group were full of people who were huge, tattooed and looked like someone I wouldn’t want to mess with. I wondered if Harry had any hidden tattoo’s that I didn’t know about yet. They looked like a gang. I wanted to know what Harry’s relation to them was, but I didn’t want to bring up the painful memories.

The return of school was fast approaching and we still hadn’t done nearly enough to satisfy me. I sat on Harry’s bed as he unpacked the last of his clothes from his suitcase. He removed his shirt, preparing to go to bed but I couldn’t help but notice the toned lines on his stomach. I smirked getting up and walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and touched my lips to his. He moved them in perfect sync with mine. He pushed me to the bed and hovered over me, demanding dominance. He removed my shirt as he kissed me more passionately.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but I couldn’t have been more ready. I nodded and began unbuttoning his jeans before he took over ripping them off his legs. He kissed down my neck and continued down my stomach to my pants line. He unbuttoned the skinny jeans before removing them down my legs. He moved his way back up to my lips and kissed me passionately. I began removing his boxers desperately between kisses. I craved his touch. I craved him.

He prepared himself and perched up on his arms. I smiled at him before he slowly thrusted into me. I closed my eyes and my lips parted as I took in the size of his length. I cursed as I adjusted. He continued to thrust into me, each time going deeper. He caressed my body in his big hands as he kissed along my jaw line. I could see the beads of sweat form on his head and his hair began to become wet from the intense heat that our bodies were radiating. After he had kissed every inch of my body his thrusts became faster, obviously signalling him coming closer to reaching his end. We reached climax together, our bodies moving in unison. He removed himself and lay on the bed beside me panting.

“Wow” he said, looking at me.

I couldn’t remember ever having sex that I enjoyed like with Harry. He was the first person I truly loved. I just looked at him and smiled, the heavy breaths leaving my body, as I tried to recover. He had been soft and gentle with me, but at the same time his eyes were filled with lust. He wanted me. I knew that going gentle took much concentration and self-control by him. The heated moment was interrupted by Harry’s phone ringing. I looked over at his phone. Caller ID was blocked.

“I should take this” Harry said, his mood obviously dampened. He stood, rapping a towel around is lower half before pressing the phone to his ear. “Hello” he said roughly as he answered the call running towards the door. “Yes... No she wasn’t... Uhhuh...” he left the room before I could hear anymore of the conversation.

Notes

A little bit steamy.. Let me know what you think xo