Nell had told another lie to her mother regarding her whereabouts, claiming to be at the library. This was the beginning of the parental detachment. Sara trusted her daughter but wished she could read her better. They carried on with their dinner and nightly rituals, extending television hours due to the start of the weekend.

A professional at hiding her emotions, Nell stared ahead, when in reality she was back in Harry’s small cabin. Her feet tingled at the memory of his body. Waking the rest of hers, she felt his fingers and the impact they made on her skin. They had power and magic. She wondered when they could visit again.


Back at the house, Harry walked into Kurt’s room and found him entertained on his laptop.

“What’s the feature of the night?” he asked knowingly.

“Spanish ass, my brotha!”

“This is why you don’t get laid as much. You’re too busy wasting time with a screen,” Harry shook his head and plopped on his friend’s bed.

“Nah, man! This is pregame! I have a date with Veronica, from the party. I’m just oiling the engine to last longer.”

“Right…where you guys going?”

“She’s got some party near town, but she’s not picking me up till ten thirty. Come with us!”

“I’m good tonight actually.”

“No?! What are you coming down with something?”

“No. I just. Don’t. Feel. Like. It.”

“How’s China doll? I saw you two leaving together.”

“She’s an angel.”

“Haha. You’re so whipped! She’s never gonna put out, dude.”

“Who says I’m in it for that?”

“Bullshit! You’re always in it for that!” Kurt shut his laptop and stood. “I gotta get ready anyways. College pussy awaits!”

Harry shook his head again. Kurt always vocalized his thoughts, too often. Harry kept all his perversions tucked inside his mind, but the fact was they were far greater than Kurt could ever imagine. Driven by the temptation in front of him, Harry opened the laptop to surf the current site.

Searching through the menu, he selected a specific category and looked for a video with a girl resembling the object of his affection. Entranced, his mind wandered to unfathomable distances and just then he remembered, he too needed release.

“Ha! Who’s wasting his time now?!” Kurt blurted out.

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Another Monday, but what made this unlike any other was the expectations many students had in reuniting with their friends. Two in particular. Harry leaned on the wall listening to his mate recount his sex brag for the 4th time. Playing with his bottom lip, he eagerly glanced towards the entrance waiting for his raven haired girl. He entertained the thought of what she could be wearing, she always looked stunning.

Nell shut the car door and waved good bye to her mom. She adjusted her casual cream laced dress and gathered her hair to the side, capturing a few lingering eyes. Sandals walked up the steps and into the school’s halls. Nell had spent the weekend preparing for this moment but when she felt those familiar green rays track her down, all that preparation vanished.

Harry walked behind Nell, drinking in her figure as he recalled her scent and flavor. Stopping at her locker, he reclined against the one next to her and his mind returned to the sailboat. His eyes said it all. Her flushed cheeks affirmed it all. Still no word had been exchanged, just savage stares and coy smiles. Harry leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek catching her by surprise. This would be a long day till their class together, she thought.

“I’ll meet you later, for lunch,” Harry winked and strode off.

Nell touched her cheek, the one he had marked, and felt an incandescent glow fill her.


Once the lunch bell echoed through all the classrooms, Nell collected her things and swung by her locker to fetch her meal. She found a vacant round table outside the cafeteria and not 5 minutes after she sat down did another warm body join her. Straddling the bench, Harry sat remarkably close to his girl and began combing his fingers through her silky locks.

“You don’t seem as nervous any more,” Harry smirked.

“Just like you seem to be quite comfortable with the lack of space between us,” Nell threw back with a half-smile.

Harry looked down at his crotch inches away from her thigh and couldn’t believe she was making him blush. There she sat with her back perfectly straight, eating with all the patience in the world, so neat and proper. In comparison to his slouchy posture and reckless wardrobe. He thought they were an excellent contrast. He wore nothing but black today and yet all he wanted was to see her milky skin draped over him.

“Would your mum be opposed to me taking you out?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, I want to take you out on a date.”

“Oh, right,” Nell said foolishly. “I can ask her… when did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to tonight but I doubt she’ll let you on a school night. So if not then this Friday?”

“My first date,” she mumbled and smiled, looking down at her tidy plate of dumplings.

“I will be your first everything,” Harry asserted.

Intimidated by his last words, Nell’s cheeks turned bright rose and she didn’t know where to hide.

“That is… if you want me to be.” Harry's fingers caught her chin in hopes of getting her attention. “Do you?”

Harry’s heart about stopped when he caught sight of her black eyes looking at him behind the curtain of seductive lashes. There was a strange sparkle and a curve on her lips before she glanced back down at the table. He also noticed a faint pink blush run down her neck and sit at the top of her chest. He remembered it from that afternoon as he was fondling her. There was ways to read her, he thought, ways her body said yes.

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“Mother please? What if I promise to be home early?”

“Niri, I know we haven’t necessarily discussed the rules of curfew on all that, frankly I didn’t think that would be for a while… that’s my fault. I should’ve known, you’re a beautiful girl, of course guys are going to be drawn to you and want to take advantage of you because you’re naïve-“ Sara rambled on to herself.

“I am not naïve, mother.”

“I’m sorry sweetie, I know you’re not. You’re innocent and I remember how guys simply flock to that…”

“But you know Harry. You invited him to stay for dinner,” Nell argued politely.

“Yes, he was polite and quite the charmer. I also knew his kind back in the day. A regular Johnny Depp character.”

“What?” Nell asked confused.

“Cry Baby.”

Nell widened her eyes, offended.

“No not you, the movie. Never mind,” Sara grunted. “I wish your father was here to help me with these decisions… sit down.”

Nell followed her very pregnant mother to the couch, fighting the urge to smile at their first quarrel, just like they did on the television. Her mom appeared conflicted and defeated. Sara didn’t want to set her daughter free without setting up the boundary lines, she was only sixteen after all.

“I can tell you like him, then again, he’s the first boy to get close to you… has he ever?”

“Ever what?”

“Nothing. Umm… I just want to be smart about this. It wouldn’t be fair to say no when my parents gave me too much freedom, which was also the problem because I lost my vir…tue, my virtue. And I know your dad had a complete opposite upbringing. But! I trust you! I’ll tell you what, we’ll do a practice date. If Harry can have you back at nine and not a minute later, then we’ll further discuss these dating rules.”

Nell’s face lit up and her smile stretched so much it stunned her mother. So much so that Sara held on to her daughter’s shoulders, delighted by this sight. Her daughter was happy. This was the happiest she had ever seen her since the move, no, ever. After sealing their talk with a deepened hug, Nell skipped to her room leaving her mother in a daze.

Sara lifted her swollen feet upon the couch and rubbed her belly in wide circular motions. Her permanent smile brought her back to the days of her first love, first kiss. She knew without a doubt Harry would be Nell’s first kiss, but with that notion came a sharp pain in her gut. The TALK couldn’t delay past this night.



Harry stayed in his clothes not caring to change, once he received the surprise call, he said he’d be there to pick her up in thirty minutes. There was no time to be spared and by the slight pitch he heard in Nell’s voice, he knew she agreed. He splashed some cologne to freshen up and attempted to style his curls in place. Remembering Nell’s mother, he made a quick stop at the supermarket to pick up a few things.

Driving up to Nell’s house, Harry was happy to feel so nervous. That meant he must really like her, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so giddy. More importantly, when he cared so much to win a mother’s approval. Holding the items in one hand, he knocked on the door and shook the jitters off.

“Hi, Harry. Nice to see you again.”

“How are you feeling Mrs. Shang?”

“Please call me Sara, you’re making me feel old, aside from feeling big and bloated,” she laughed and let him in.

“These are for you,” Harry said handing her a small bundle of flowers and a grocery bag.”

“I get presents?”

Sara smiled and took her flowers to the kitchen. She curiously rummaged through the bag and found ice cream with several topping options. Her night just got better, she thought. That was very thoughtful of him. Just then Nell came out of her room, changed into black tights and a denim shirt-dress.

Nell waltzed up to her mother to kiss her goodbye. Harry waved and said his. Walking to the door to lock it behind them, Sara quickly poked her head out to shout one last thing.

“Harry,” he whipped his head around just as he opened the passenger door. “Have my daughter back by ten… safely.”

A dashing smile shot back at Sara and she immediately saw how charming he could be. It was no wonder Nell lit up the way she did. All she could do now was accept the trouble and headaches that were to come.


“Your mum is pretty awesome!”

“Yes, she is.”

“You look beautiful. You always look beautiful,” Harry blushed.

Nell did too.

Eyes bounced from her lap to her hands to her face, over and over again. Finally, Harry placed his hand on her knee as he steered with his other hand. Nell glanced down spotting the source of warmth and timidly slid her fingers over his.

Barely a ten minute drive, Harry spotted something fun and pulled over. Nell spotted it to and tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. Turning off the engine, Harry turned to face her and smiled.

“Ever been miniature golfing?”

Nell shook her head, shocking herself by revealing a smile.

“Is that what I think it is, or do my eyes deceive me?” Harry laughed getting out of the car.

He opened her door and purposely took her hand in his, wrapping his fingers tightly. She inhaled his fresh cologne and tightened her grip as well. What a dream, her heart danced. Nell read the words Rockport Mini Golf and watched how the other guests played.

There was a family of four way ahead of them and two couples, one young and one older. Before she knew it, Harry was handing her a club and an orange golf ball. He took the time to show her the form and swing and let her continue from there. Now was not the time to be competitive, he just wanted her to enjoy it.

It took Nell a few tries to get the hang of it, but unlike Harry, her competitive side surfaced. That didn’t go unnoticed. Harry would smile at the first signs of frustration until he decided to take advantage of it.

“May I?” he interrupted and walked behind her. “I just wanted an excuse to be this close,” he whispered by her ear.

Gliding his hands down her arms he secured their grip over the club and whispered her through the steps. Nell grinned at her accomplishment and nodded. Harry observed her flushed neck and chest, letting out a huge breath to tame his thoughts. He strutted arrogantly to the next hole and frowned at the 3 attempts it took.

Nell then placed her ball over the assigned dot and studied the perimeters. Harry cocked his head wondering why she was taking so long until she swung with such precision that it curved over the hill and straight into the hole. Wearing the smug grin now, Nell strolled past her date and collected their golf balls, handing Harry his blue one.

“Have you been bluffing all this time?”

“It was a lucky shot,” she smiled bright.

Harry scowled and extended his hand for her to go first this round. With the same confidence, she set her ball down and observed the obstacle. She swung again and the ball rolled past the hole, bounced off the rim and then smoothly made its way home. Nell honestly didn’t expect that but all to see Harry’s jaw drop, she was glad.

“I have to hug you, I’m sorry,” Harry insisted.

Nell anticipated his arms around her, squeezing her in his strong hold. He loved it just as much. The smell of her hair and the closeness of her petite frame against his, it made him a little too excited. It was now his turn, and while she wasn’t looking he adjusted the discomfort beneath his zipper. Good thing she was staring elsewhere giving him the opportunity to focus on his shot.

She watched the family as they were leaving, then they flew to the younger couple after they both got a hole in one. The guy swooped his girlfriend in his arms and lifted her off the ground. In turn she crashed her lips on his and saw how happy they were. Nell wanted that. She wanted that now. Searching for Harry, he raised his arm after an obvious victory and smiled back at her.

Harry thought she said something but he couldn’t read her lips for she always mumbled.

“What?” he paused.

“Kiss me,” she said louder.

His eyes widened, thrilled to have heard what he thought he heard. Throwing his club to the side, his long legs made it to her side. Digging his fingers in her hair, careful not to touch her face with his dirty hands, he landed softly upon her lips. Pressing them firmly, he closed his eyes and inhaled. Releasing the pressure he scooped her top lip with his bottom and then attended the other. He delicately tugged and probed her mouth as not to overwhelm her but little did he know she was glowing again.

He finished with one more peck and let her go, dropping his hands to his sides and into his pockets. He was blown away but was she? Her lids were closed yet fluttering and her lips hid for a second only to peer out redder than before. Harry stopped himself from doing it again when she looked straight into his eyes. That was the best feeling she ever had, aside from his fingers, but they were both induced by him.

Harry leaned in and kissed her one more time, eyes open this time. Hers too. Licking her lips, Nell stood on her tippy toes and reached to kiss him back. It was soft and shy, like a butterfly’s kiss. He wanted nothing more than to bite her, suck on her neck or on any part of her body. And wouldn’t she hate him for that, or would she?

Stepping back she relaxed and picked up her club. Harry sought the rest of the items and they moved to the last hole. There was something different in the air now, something a little sweeter. Harry would easily admit to wanting her sexually, but now he wanted it all.

Notes

okay so maybe a little fluff this time ;)

xoxo