A Very Harry Diary

Scarlett's POV

“Scarlett, I found you a nickname.” Harry says to me. I nod and smile, waiting for him to tell me. “Latte. Do you like it?” He asks, sitting on the couch next to me. We were in my dorm room at college and we were all alone. Harry sat sort of close to me, giving me butterflies.
“Oh, I love it!” I say, smiling and nodding. He gives me a big smile back and looks right into my eyes. He lifts his hand towards my face and grabs a piece of hair that fell in my eyes. He loops it behind my ear before tracing his fingers over my face. He stops at my neck and traces my lips with his thumb. He’s looking directly into my eyes and I could almost melt by that itself. His thumb gives my chills and he leans towards me a bit. His eyes ask for permission and I love that about him. He doesn’t want me uncomfortable. I place my hand on his chest firmly, pulling on his shirt towards me, giving him my permission. He smirks a little and leans in more. He stops again, only inches from my face. Don’t tell me he wants me to go the rest of the way. He’s still looking deeply into my eyes and it’s hard to breathe. I give in and wrap my free hand around his neck, pulling him towards me the rest of the way.
Our lips meet and I wrap both of my arms around his neck, letting our chests touch. One of his hands is clutching my neck and the other snakes around my waist. My heart is beating so fast, he can probably hear it. He leans us back and somehow moves me to where I’m on my back. He’s on top of me, holding himself up with his hands next to my head. His lips are soft and warm. Our bodies fit almost perfectly together.
The kiss grows more intense by the second and I have to pull his shirt off, stopping the kiss only for a second to get the shirt over his head. He starts fumbling with the buttons on my shirt to get it off when I pull away.
“Harry, I don’t want to move too fast.” I tell him. He nods but stays hovering over me. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Why am I stopping this? I’ve had a crush on Harry since the first time I saw him. Not just because of who he is and his name, he is a genuinely good person. “Fuck.” I whisper, pulling his down, his lips slamming into mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and help his with my shirt.
“Are you sure?” He asks into my mouth. I nod and we move to my bedroom.

Notes

Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had loads of homework! I hope you enjoy this chapter!