Harry's Point of View

This girl I met a few months ago drives me crazy. I have completely and entirely fallen in love with her. Each touch she gives me, whether it's my cheek or my chest, sends a slow surge of heat from my longest curly on my head to the tips of my toes. Even when she's beyond mad at me I want to kiss her, hold her in my arms. When I'm distinctively aggravated with her, I still want to hold her tight. Maybe even a little tighter.

I took her moan to heart and continued to press my palm roughly against her skin until it reached the seam of her pajama shorts. She wore my sweatshirt with nothing underneath; I'll take that off last. As I pushed her boxer shorts further down she pecked my neck while reaching for my side table to grab a condom. It's like she's done this multiple times though I know she hasn't. I've been with three other girls and I regret it so much at this moment. I wish Alyssa was my first like I am hers.

Alyssa rolled over, asking me non-verbally to hover over her, to take control. A few lingering curls covered her eyes until she held then back with her smooth, cold hands. The way they shake scares me though; I don't want her to be scared.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked quietly, still nibbling at her neck. She bit her lip and let out another sigh; I'll take that as a yes.

I slipped off her, my, sweatshirt to take away the awful space between our bodies. Her breasts perked up, explaining how turned on she really is. I hid my smile behind a smirk and took one between my teeth. She gasped; I've never been too rough with her but I miss this. Plus, rough is always fun.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and clawed my back with her short nails. Her habit to bite came in handy today; scratch marks are never a good thing. They're very sexy until you take your shirt off in front of the wrong people.

I could feel my length growing larger and she flinched just like the first and second and third and so on times. I love that it still startles her just by one touch. I chuckled causing her to pull me in tighter.

"You're so sexy baby. I missed you," I whispered into her ear while scooting my boxers all the way to my ankles. She's never really been a talker while having intercourse but when she does it's rather surprising.

"Go inside of me?" she asked quietly. I moved away from her belly button which I was massaging with my tongue and looked into her beautiful, oceanic eyes. She giggled and pulled me back to her face holding the condom inches from my nose.

"I don't even get to tease you?"

Alyssa ran the tips of her fingers down my chest, tickling me along the way, and got close to my length without touching it. I waited for her to take ahold but she never did.

"Fine, fine. Give me the damn condom," she giggled again until I slipped it on and quickly slammed into her. She groaned loudly before covering her mouth. That was one of the worst mistakes I've made the whole time I've been here. Alyssa smacked my chest as I continued rocking her.

"You're going to get us caught!" she whispered. I tried to play it cool by biting my lip but on the inside I was freaking out.

"Didn't it feel good?"

"It hurt," she let out a small groan as I pulled almost all the way out and crammed back in hard. She bit down on her bottom lip before finishing, "but it felt so good at the same time."

I repeated a few times until her breath gradually built faster. I sat up and grabbed her knees, pushing them back as far as they'd go. This has always been my favorite position; it always makes me feel so powerful. Usually I'm the one whipped by Alyssa but not now, not when I'm about to release. I pumped in and out quickly, giving her more pleasure, causing her orgasm to reach its full potential.

Her hands reached for her own breasts and she massaged herself. I swear I'm about to have a heart attack just by watching her touch her own body. She bit down on her lip hard and I could see a small drop of blood partially from her chapped lips, partially from biting.

She groaned louder and almost reached her tipping point but I beat her to it. I kept going though, that's what condoms are for. When she finally sighed with relief I pulled out and watched some liquid flow from her creases. Damn, that's just hot.

I licked the blood from her lips then collapsed next to her and pulled off the condom, wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it away. We laid in silence before I spat out the three words I've been wanting to say for so long, "I love you."

I don't know what to expect but if she doesn't say it back I'll just need to suck it up. I think she feels the same way but I just don't know.

"I love you too," I smiled as she wrapped her arm around my torso. That was so much easier than I thought it would be.

I've never met someone so beautiful inside and out. Someone who has never noticed her own beauty or recognized the grace she holds. She only recognizes her flaws; though they're still perfect. The only thing I dislike is the way she handles her pain. I know I've helped a lot but I don't think I can be her drug; an addiction maybe, but not her drug.

Alyssa's Point of View

"Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit," I heard Harry laughing as I searched around the bed and under the covers for my clothes. It's already 7:30 which means my dad has left for work and my mom is probably downstairs making breakfast. If Luke or the twins are home they're probably asleep but if they're up, walking out of Harry's room will not turn out okay.

"What's wrong?" his raspy morning voice caught me off guard; I haven't heard it in so long.

"It's 7:30 Harry!"

"So?" he sat up, leaning on his elbow and smiled, "no one's home." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as he smirked, "don't you remember? Your mum and dad went out of town around one am last night. Your mum has some conference in New York and they decided it would be best to leave at night. We locked your door--and mine, so there's no way they know anything."

I smiled at Harry's intelligence. How could I forget about that? Luke did go to that party last night and I heard dumb and dumber talking about going over to Kim's house so we're home alone. And we will be for the next few days.

I jumped back onto Harry's bed and straddled him before covering his neck with kisses.

"Do you think anyone will be home anytime soon?" I asked, hoping for a 'no'.

"Who cares?" he flipped me over and brushed our lips together, "our doors are locked. As far as anyone knows; we aren't here."

After a long make out session and round two of last night Harry lead me to the kitchen and made us french toast, eggs, bacon--tofu bacon for me, and cut up fruit. Can things just be like this forever?

Everything smelt delicious as we sat across from each other playing footsy like we usually do even with my family home. This time we were able to talk though, more than school.

"I'm thinking about applying for some universities in England," my eyes only stared at the eggs I was devouring. His fork stopped clicking against his plate and his stare felt heavy.

"I think that's a good idea," he finally responded.

"Really? Or are you just saying that," I searched his eyes for the truth.

"I've wanted to ask you about that for a while now; I just didn't know how. There's nothing I want more than for you to come back home with me."

My smile was infinite for the rest of the day. I felt like a runaway horse, running wild and free. Harry continued to tell me how my face glowed as we played some video games and painted over the stupid tear drop I stupidly decided to add next to my splattered heart. He told me stories from home; this is really one of the first times we've talked about him. I know about his mother, Gemma, dad, and step dad but not of his friends. His best friend, Ed, is apparently quite the musician. He showed me some videos and I was thoroughly impressed.

"I love you," I sent out again. He smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the nose. Harry closed the proximity between his lips and my ear,

"I love you too," he made circles with his thumb while holding my hand before bringing me off the sofa. Watching another episode of Law and Order may just kill me. I swear I've seen all of these episodes at least three times each.

"Lets go do something fun," he pulled me up the stairs and walked me into my room, leading me to my closet. He went through my shirts, puckering his lips from side to side as he searched for something for me to wear.

"You know I can dress myself," I said crossing my arms jokingly.

"Yes, well, I'd like to try."

"You don't like the way I dress?"

He ignored my comment while rolling his eyes and then reached down beneath my hangers and grabbed a box--a box I've never seen before.

"What's that?" I asked, taking the rather large box from him.

"Not sure, maybe you should open it." I sat on my bed still dumbfounded and slowly opened it.

"What the actual fuck Harry," I looked at him, not really sure what to feel. A whole outfit; a whole amazing outfit he bought for me.

It wasn't like it was just a shirt or just a bag--a whole outfit.

I took out each item; first the beautiful London bag. It had the big red bus and everything. I then moved onto a new pair of shoes, I smiled at him as I pulled the red boots out.

"I saw you looking at them when we went to the mall a few weeks ago," he sat next to me and set them down so I could keep looking.

Next I pulled out a 5 Seconds of Summer t-shirt and my mouth dropped. I've been looking for this shirt for so long. How did he find it?

"I ordered it online," it's like he's reading my mind right now.

"Harry, this is too much," it's like an early Christmas present.

"Keep going love," Harry motioned for me to continue so I pulled out a new pair of jeans and then a set of lingerie. I shifted my scolding eyes towards him and he laughed,

"what? It'll look good on you."

I shoved into his side with my shoulder and laid it all on my bed to look at. I jumped into his arms and buried my head into his shoulder.

"Thank you," was all I managed to get out.

"There's one more thing."

He walked out of my room which gave me some time to change into my new clothes. I'd tell him to take everything back but I know he worked hard on all of this. Of course he walked in as I was about to put my shirt on and he smirked.

"I told you it'd look good on you," he bit his bottom lip before holding up a smaller box. I sat down on my bed next to him again and opened it slowly. Two items filled the box; first a bracelet which wrapped around nicely on my arm. It would cover my scars which I'm glad he took into account. Next was the sweetest watch I'd ever encountered. It was bronze with a big butterfly occupying the ticking hands. A tear escaped but I didn't bother catching it.

"Harry," was all I could say. He tapped my chin towards his face and kissed me slowly.

"Do you like everything?"

"I think that's the stupidest question you've ever asked."

We both laughed and he helped me put on both my watch and my bracelet. Before he slid the wrap around bracelet he kissed my scars, sending a small shiver up my arm. I tried not to gasp but it came out as he sucked rather than pecked my arms.

"Next time you get upset, can you let me do that? I'll take that pain away; razors got nothin' on me," Harry smiled and I can't help but let out more tears. I never thought I'd find someone who I truly thought could heal my pain. For the first time I felt that his kisses could over power a blade; this day wasn't expected. Not for a very long time.

"So, lets go then!" he said grabbing my keys and hurrying us out the door. Without asking I let him drive off to wherever we may be going.

Notes

That took a while to write so I hope you really enjoyed it! I definitely think it's one of my favorites, especially a few of Harry's lines, and there is some more cute-ness to come :)

Please leave me lots of comments to come back to after my night classes!

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