Isabelle's P.O.V

Harry was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, but when he heard me come in, his head shot up and he sat up, swinging his legs over the bedside. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, “Gemma just invited me to a party.” Harry nodded and paused, “And are you going?”

I looked up at him and took a step closer, “Only if you are. I’m Gemma’s plus one, so you can be my plus one.”

Harry chuckled, “I’m not so sure that it works that way.”

I nodded, “That’s exactly what I said. So are you coming?”

Harry nodded and leaned down to peck my lips lightly.

“That’s a yes,” I giggled, and I put my hands on the back of his neck and made him kiss me again. Involuntarily he smiled against my lips and I made a throaty sound, wanting to let him know how good he made me feel. We kissed some more until I pulled back, panting slightly.

“We should have breakfast,” I whispered, staring into his magnificent green orbs. He nodded, “Good God yes. I haven’t had a decent meal in a while.”

I frowned, suddenly serious, “And that will never happen again,” I stated, poking his chest. He grinned at me and scooped me up, bridal-style, carrying me out of his room and down the hall.

“You are amazing, Harry Styles,” I whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek. His whole body rumbled with a laugh and I subconsciously smiled, licking his earlobe and tasting the salty goodness of his skin.

“And you are brilliant,” he answered in an equally quiet voice. He nipped and my neck and I giggled lightly, batting him away. We walked into the living room where he dropped me on the couch and climbed on top of me, making a deep growling sound. I put my hands on his shoulders and, with my heart in my throat, I kissed him.

“I hope Gemma’s not around,” I whispered in between our passionate kisses. Harry didn’t answer; he only groaned quietly and kissed his way down my neck as I closed my eyes. My bliss didn’t last long though; Harry’s teeth sunk into my neck and my eyelids snapped open, sending me gasping for air like a fish.

“Harry,” I whispered, trying only half-heartedly to push him off of me. Quickly realising that I wasn’t strong enough, I let my hand fall back down. Harry continued to shower my neck and my jaw and my shoulders with kisses, but I couldn’t forget about that bite. I had a feeling that it would leave a mark.

I was scared. Very scared. I hadn’t experienced something like this in a long time, and it only brought back terrible memories. I tried telling myself that Harry wasn’t like Cameron, but my mind went blank, only occupied by the panicky, blind sensation of fear. My body tensed. I couldn’t do this.

“Shit, Isabelle,” Harry grunted, grinding his hips into mine. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, trying to keep from crying out as he bore down on me. Finally, I said, “Harry, stop. Please stop.” He looked up at me, his eyes deep pits of lust. For a moment, they seemed a bit darker than usual, but then Harry opened his mouth and his eyes returned to the beautiful, wondrous shade of green that I’d always known.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, climbing off of me. I sat up; running my fingers along my neck and wincing when I touched what I assumed was an already purpling mark on my throat. “I-I just,” I said quietly, “Need a second.”

Without another word I pushed past him and walked rapidly down the hall, ducking into the washroom and closing the door. I turned to stare at myself in the mirror, willing myself not to cry. My eyes were wild, and my hair was messy. I quickly raked my fingers along my scalp, trying to go for what I hoped was a decent bedhead look. I then closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered my hair into one hand, pulling it away from my neck.

I was dreading it, but I had no other choice. Setting my hair to the side, I opened my eyes slowly and let my gaze drop onto the love bite. My fair intake of breath was sharp. There, on the spot just above the left of my collarbone, standing out against my olive skin, was a deep purple mark. I craned my neck, leaning closer to the mirror, trying to study this token of affection that Harry had given me. I quickly brushed my fingers over the mark, and winced, the skin feeling extremely sensitive. My eyes watered.

“Isabelle?” there was a quiet voice, followed by a single knock, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, willing myself to keep my voice intact and not crack off at the end of the sentence. The door opened slowly and quietly, and Harry stepped into the small washroom, closing the door behind him. He leaned down and reached out with his fingertips. I looked up, arching my neck, allowing him more access as I stared at the ceiling, closing my eyes.

Harry’s fingers brushed against the mark and I cringed lightly.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly. Not looking at him, my eyes still closed, I nodded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

My eyes flew open and I snapped my neck to look at him, “Hey,” I whispered, stepping closer to him, trapping him in between my body and the door. I ran my fingertips along the side of his face. “It’s okay,” I cooed, not wanting to make him feel bad, “It’s just…my first time. I was just surprised, that’s all.” I felt bad for lying.

Harry nodded, closing his eyes, and then let out a quiet, shaky laugh, “I ruined it for us, didn’t I?” I shook my head and put my hand on his chest, letting my fingers tingle as I felt his heat.

“No,” I whispered, “No, Harry, you didn’t.”

He pursed his lips, his eyes still closed, looking unconvinced. I looked up at him and made sure that he could feel my breath on his face. “Harry,” I whispered again, my voice slightly shaky, “Kiss me.”

He opened his eyes slowly, gulping. I nodded at him urgently, hoping that I looked sincere, because I was. I wanted to kiss Harry. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his love. The bite had just taken me by surprise, that’s all. Liar, a voice in my head whispered, but I ignored it.

I stepped back and nodded, and Harry gently grabbed my hips, pulling me back to him in a second. He put his face close to mine and paused, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes, “Do it,” I whispered, “Kiss me.”

And then his lips touched mine tentatively, and fireworks exploded in my belly. I grabbed onto his elbows to steady myself, my hands soon sliding up his arms to grasp his shoulders for dear life. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently, and I gasped.

Worried, he pulled back quickly, staring at me guiltily.

“Are you alright?” he asked nervously, “Did I hurt you again?”

“No,” I mumbled, stepping forward, trying to close the distance between us again. He still looked unsure, “Are you in pain?”

Figuring that I wouldn’t want to lie to him, I spoke. “Yeah,” I admitted quietly, “But it’s a good pain. Trust me.” Without another word I made our lips collide again, not giving him any time to breathe. He growled and pushed me up against the wall lightly; I could feel that he was holding back. He moved his lips from my mouth to my cheek, to my jaw, eventually sliding down to my neck.

His lips brushed the love bite he’d given me, and I winced but sighed contently. This is what I’d wanted, even if I did have to deal with a bit of pain. Harry was worth it.

He gave my love bite a soft, wet kiss and then pulled back slightly, blowing on it. I squeezed my eyes shut as ecstasy flowed through my veins and whimpered happily. Harry pulled back all the way and looked into my eyes, breathing raggedly. His eyes were questioning; I smiled up at him to show him that I’d loved it.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, ducking again to kiss the love bite, and I shuddered violently, digging my fingernails into his shoulders, my nails making teeny tiny crescents. Toes curling, I sighed and fell back against the wall, my knees giving out. Harry caught me and held me upright. I smiled gratefully at him.

“Harry,” I said suddenly, “Harry—”

But I was cut off when Anne called out, “Harry! Isabelle! Time for breakfast!” Silence followed after that. Harry and I just stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like the longest time until Anne called out again, “Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat and yelled, “Coming!” he never took his eyes off of me. I smiled faintly and leaned up to kiss him once more before settling back down on the balls of my feet. I offered him my hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall,” he nodded, taking my hand and pecking my forehead before we exited the washroom together.

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