Who Are You

I wrapped the tough, white tape around my hands, securing them tightly with an extra roll. It was time for my lesson with Harry, and he was going to show me some more martial arts based defense.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. It's the Fourth of July! Why am I about to have a training session when I could be celebrating and getting drunk?

Him, I just wanted to spend some time with Harry.

Also I had already agreed to work the pub late hours, just in case any intoxicated people wandered by.
I went into the gym, a burst of fresh air welcoming me in.

Harry was sitting in a chair, topless. His muscular shoulders were hunched over, and he had his chin resting in his hand.

I tiptoed over to him, careful not to ruin his state of concentration. My finger hesitantly prodded his back, startling him from his thoughts.

"Lucy," he said, surprised as he checked me out.

I was wearing a white shirt and tight leggings with a pair of nikes. It was kind of comforting to know that Harry was examining my figure.

http://www.dimpletodimple.com/2014/02/gym-wear-wishlist.html Lucy

Then he stood up from the chair and went over to start the stereo. Usher blasted through the speakers, resulting with Harry curling up his nose in distaste.

He began to change the station, but I told him to keep it where it was.

"Of course you would like him," Harry taunted me, but he was smirking.

I rolled my eyes and started to stretch out.

Harry was standing beside me, watching me as I did so. Then he started to chuckle. He tried to cover it up by biting his lip and holding his stomach.

"What?" I asked him, how could me stretching be so funny!

"Why are you stretching?" He countered, not trying to contain his amusement anymore.

My head snapped up to his towering stance.

"So I don't pull a muscle or get hurt," I told him in a serious manner.

At this he had exploded into laughter, bent at his knees with his huge hands on top of them. Now I was standing with my hands on my hips, waiting for him to settle down. Eventually he did, pretending to wipe tears out of his eyes.

"Lucy, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine," his voice still held a trace of humor.

Now I was really annoyed by his teasing, but it was more defensive annoyance. I used the small strength I could muster, and pushed Harry.

Usually it would never be enough to get Harry knocked down, but I had accidentally placed my foot behind his leg, making him trip. He toppled over, falling hard to the ground.

It was my turn to laugh now.

Not soon after I let out a fit of giggles, he gripped my body and pulled me down with him. I was placed on top of him, his back lying flat on the mats.

He pulled himself up, resting his weight on his elbows while I was straddling his body. Suddenly the atmosphere changed.

It had also just registered to me that due to it being a holiday, we were alone.

My throat bobbed as I gulped in anticipation.

There was a stray curl out of place from Harry's hair, and my hand instinctively reached out. Scooting farther up his body, my fingers cautiously pushed it back from his face, then trailed down the side of his cheek.

Now we were face to face, our eyes pouring into each other.

Then we were together, literally. Our lips meeting in the middle, lustful but passionate. We didn't just move against one another, our lips moved together.

It was as if we were one.

While my hands wrapped around his neck, his tongue pushed past my lip, exploring my mouth.
A low moan escaped my mouth as the taste of mint transferred from his mouth to mine, I had been right about the mint.

Our tongues were hot and wild against each other.

I tugged the hair at his neck, emitting a growl from Harry's throat. I loved the way our bodies were responding to one another. I felt alive, like someone had breathed it into me.

Everywhere his hands moved set my body on fire.

Before I could realize what happened, he was tugging up my shirt. My hands palmed his already bare chest, breaking apart our kiss. His chest heaved from our previous actions.

Harry's hands fell from my shirt, accepting my silent decline.

I didn't want to move too fast, we didn't even know what we were yet.

My head rested against his chest as we sat in compatible silence. Then Harry set me off of him, and rose up. He offered me his hand, lifting me effortlessly.

I peered around and spotted the time, it was way past our usual session length. Harry seemed to notice too, he turned off the stereo and began to shut off the lights.

Suddenly I wasn't so sure kissing Harry was a good idea, it was only going to confuse our situation further. Maybe I should leave?

"Hey, don't worry, we'll figure it out," Harry comforted me, reading my thoughts perfectly.

"I know it's just sort of misleading I guess," I said, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I know," he responded, "Well, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Not really, but I'm supposed to work at the pub," I told him, wishing I could I be with him instead.

"Oh, I was going to invite you to a party my friend, Louis, is having tonight," Harry brought it about casually, but there was a look in his eyes begging me to go.

Butterflies fluttered at the pit of my stomach from his admiring stare, of course I wanted to go, but could I?

"Maybe I'll talk to my boss, see if I can take off," I rushed my words, trying to formulate a plan.

His light eyes lit up at my words.

"That would be lovely," he responded.

We finished cleaning up around the place, chatting while doing so, and then exchanged numbers. I agreed to text him later and let him know if I was able to attend the party.

As he handed my phone back to me, I noticed he had made a particular contact name.

Mr. Perfect

My smiling face looked up at Harry, "More like far from it!" I joked, sending myself into laughter.

"That's it!" Harry bellowed, sweeping me off my feet and hoisting me over his shoulder.

I attempted to pound my fists lightly on his back in protest, but it was no use.

We both laughed as he took us to the lobby, finally setting me down. As I slid down, our bodies were flushed against each other. Just as he began to lean in, I saw the time on the huge lobby clock.

"Harry! It's almost three!" I told him whilst pushing away from his warmth.

"Shit, I have to get going, text me," he commanded before we parted ways.

I was hoping more than ever that Rick would let me off the hook.


~

8:45 P.M.


Harry was supposed to pick me up in fifteen minutes. Getting off of work was actually harder than usual, Rick was resilient at first. He didn't mind me taking off so often, he just really wanted someone to look after the bar.

Then I told him I had a date.

A slight lie, since Harry never confirmed what it was, but the same in all. Rick agreed, he said that I was never going out with men and I needed to "get out there." Sometimes he was more in tune with my life than I was.

I applied the last layer of lip gloss on my lips and checked myself out. My tank top, shorts, and shoes were brand new, and super cute. I had made a stop at the small mall minutes away from my flat.

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Lucy's Outfit

My hair had just been done, cascading down my back in curls.

http://www.lovethispic.com/image/100435/wavy-blonde-hair Lucy's Hair

I was almost ready to go. Searching through my closet, I could a small purse to hold my phone and keys in for the night. Before I went to wait for Harry, I put on a final touch up of mascara and eyeliner, after I headed out to the entryway.

While waiting, I scrolled through Pinterest on my phone. For some reason I had ended up in the wedding section, checking out dresses and rings.

Then a rapid series of knocks came from the other side of the door. I stood up, brushing off my shirt and shorts before opening up to him.

"Hi," I greeted Harry.

He was wearing a blue and red flannel, with a white shirt underneath. His dark jeans and styled hair gave an edge to him. I could also catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his upper chest.

Thankfully Harry was too busy checking me out to notice I was almost drooling at his appearance.

"Wow," he finally responded, "um, why don't we get going?" He suggested while licking his lips.

"Sounds great," I replied, and followed him to his car after locking my flat up.

About half and hour later, we pulled up to a huge mansion. Cups already littered the yard, music was roaring, and cars were parked everywhere.

Harry pulled up to the gates, typing in a code to the lock. It swiftly swung open, inviting us in. He must really be close with, Louis was it? We entered the garage after driving down the long path.

"Come on," Harry encouraged me gently into the party.

It was nothing like I had ever seen, crowds of college kids and adults were strewn about the estate.

Talking by the pool, drinking by the bar, or making out in a secluded corner.

Harry paid no attention to the drifters, directing us over to a familiar group of people. I recognized many faces from the night at the club.

"Hey mates!" He exclaimed when we finally reached the corner they were lounged out in.

Everyone yelled something back, too incoherent for me to comprehend.

A few people stood up and started towards me. Four guys, three of whom I recognized. Also a girl came with them, she was with Layla the night I had met her at the club.

The boys introduced themselves first.

"I'm Niall," a blonde with blue eyes informed me.

"Liam," the next one told me. Those were the two who had whistled at me that night, awkward.

"Zayn," a dark haired boy nodded at me. He had a blonde girl beside him who introduced herself as Perrie.

The last boy approached me, he must've been Louis. My guess was confirmed as he told me his name and shook my hand.

"My girlfriend is around here somewhere, don't know where though!" He humored me, and I chuckled lightly.

Harry had taken a seat while we made introductions, isolating himself from the group. After I had talked a bit with Perrie, I learned that Layla was away with Lance's family for the weekend.

The group dispersed off in different directions, and I joined Harry on the couch near the pool.

"Want something to drink?" He offered while holding up a cup. Usually I didn't drink, but I wanted to have some fun and let loose a little. I accepted the drink, finishing it and moving onto another in a matter of minutes.

A couple rounds later, I was slurring my words and seriously contemplating whether or not to jump in the pool.

I stood up hastily, deciding to go for it. The alcohol in my body made me dizzy, and I stumbled back a little. Harry held onto me, keeping me steady.

"Lucy, I think you should sit down, maybe have some water," Harry told me in a condescending manner.

How annoying! I just want to swim!

"No, I'm going to swim Harry!" I replied excitedly.

He chuckled, then sat us down.

"I don't think you should be swimming right now, and you're in a white top," Harry pointed out.

I looked down at my attire, realizing he was right. My shoulders slumped, this wasn't fun.

Suddenly I had an idea, we needed to have some fun. I knew Harry hadn't been drinking, he almost never drank. Weird, I thought, but quickly dismissed it.

Taking a bottle of tequila in my hand, I pushed down Harry on the couch. It took him by surprise, and he fell back. My hands worked fast to pull up his shirt and expose his torso before he could react. I poured the cold liquid into shot glasses, setting them on his stomach.

"Woah, Lucy," Harry commented. I was on top of him, and I could feel him bulging under me.

I placed my mouth over one of the cups and performed what I had only seen in movies. Tilting my head back, I downed the liquid. It burned down my throat as I continued onto the next. I finished all the glasses and then brought my lips down to Harry's.

He immediately kissed me back, his bulge becoming more prominent through his jeans.

"Jesus Lucy," he whispered harshly, "where did you learn to do that?" He questioned me. I was so lost in my alcohol and lust that I didn't understand what he was asking me about.

"Well, I learned to kiss in high school! But I'm not very experienced," I told him carelessly.

Harry froze beneath me.

"What do you mean?" He asked solemnly.

"I'm a virgin silly!" I stated in a obvious way.

Then I registered what I had just said. Oh my god, what the fuck did I just do?

Notes

Exciting chapter??? Let me know!

What at do you guys think about Lucy's confession to Harry?

Why hey do you think he doesn't drink?

Secrets, secrets, secrets.

This is was a very fun chapter to write though.(:

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