-Isabelle's POV-

I arrive home, and after clearing my mind, I feel much better. I'm still not sure what to say to Harry, but I'll figure it out.

Since it's already dinner time, and I'm staving, I make myself the perfect grilled cheese sandwich. It's one of my childhood favourites. My mother always used to make them for me. Instead of eating at the table or the island, I head out to the back porch to enjoy the view as I eat. Once I'm done, I get a text from Harry saying, 'Can I come over for the night, love?' I reply yes, and he says he'll be here soon.

Since I'm still in my outfit from school, I run upstairs to change into my usual lazy outfit which consists of my Lululemon yoga pants, my pink sports bra and a zip-up hoodie. I brush my teeth as well, and run down the stairs, tripping on the last step. Of course Harry sees my stumble in the window, and I open the door to the sound of his laugh.

"You alright there, White?" He says, still laughing.

"Shut up, Styles," I say. "You giggle like a girl."

He walks in and follows me into the living room, where I take a seat as he follows suit.

He clears his throat, and immediately starts to speak before I get the chance. "I'm sorry for today, Isabelle. I just.. I don't know how to.. How to be a boyfriend. I haven't dated since what happened with Jane, it's just been hookups. And I don't know if I'm ready for such a big commitment. But.. But I really, really like you." He says as he blushes. "I don't want whatever we have to go away."

"I like you too, Harry," I say, a smile creeping onto my face. "I don't mind keeping this a secret if that's what you want, as long as you're trying."

He smiles at me, his dimples teasingly indented on his cheeks. I can see he's struggling as he asks this next question. "You might not want to answer this, but.. How far can we go?" He says shyly. Harry Styles, shy? I never would've guessed.

His question takes me a little by surprise, but I come up with my answer fairly quickly. "I don't.. Im not ready to have sex yet, Harry. I've only been touched for the first time yesterday, and I... Everything is moving so fast, I just don't know..."

"We can go as slow as you like, love. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable with any of this, that's why I'm asking."

"I... I don't know."

"Okay." He breathes a sigh of relief. "So... What are we then?"

"We are certainly not friends with benefits." I say curtly.

"How about... Secret lovers?" He says with a wink.

"This isn't Romeo and Juliet," I say, stifling a laugh. "Do we need a title? I'd rather we just be us, whatever this is."

He nods in agreement. He starts to move closer to me until his hot breath is tickling my neck. "Then it's settled. We're us."

I smile at him before his lips find mine, moving fervently against them. Even though we kissed only last night, it feels as if it's been forever. He demands access with his tongue, but I decide not to let him in. I have an agenda for tonight.

He groans in frustration, as he slowly stands up. My lips stay connected to his, not wanting to break the kiss as his hands find the back of my thighs. "Jump," he whispers into my ear.

I do as he tells me and wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs, his lips still pressed against mine. I'm surprised he didn't fall on his way up. Impressive.

We we make our way to my bedroom where he sets me down on the desk, prying my legs apart with his hips. I can already feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, and he hasn't even touched me yet.

Once again, my mind tries to slow things down and knock some sense into me as his hands start to slowly unzip my sweater, but the feelings he gives me.. I don't want them to stop. I don't want him to stop.

He removes my sweater from my shoulders slowly, then he abandons it on the floor. His hands continue to my exposed waist, now the only clothing covering my upper body is my sports bra.

His kisses start to get slower as he starts to glide his fingers around my torso, lightly skimming my breasts over the fabric. I can feel my nipples hardening already.

My sports bra soon finds itself joining my sweater on the floor as my breasts become exposed to Harry. He breaks apart from the kiss to scan over my chest, and I start to feel self conscious.

He must be able to tell, because he whispers "You're so beautiful," in my ear as his lips make their way down my neck. He finds my sweet spot and sucks for a minute, definitely leaving a mark. I let out a sigh as he starts massaging my breasts.

His lips move on to my collarbone, leaving tender kisses across it until he reaches the valley of my breasts. One hand keeps massaging my breast while his mouth gentle encloses around my nipple, making me whimper. His tongue swirls around the tip as he gently creates a suction against it. It's pure ecstasy.

As he reconnects his mouth to mine, I feel a sudden urge to have him shirtless, so I start to pull his v-neck up and over his head. Our lips part just for a second as he removes his shirt, but they find their way back immediately.

My fingers start to roam his abs, his arms, his back, and I feel him slip his hands under my thighs again and carry me to the bed. My breasts press against the hot skin on his chest as he lays me down gently, his eyes scanning once again my body. I feel his hard on poking me in the thigh, and I know I need to act soon.

He climbs on top of me, his fingers skimming the waistband of my yoga pants before I stop him.

"Harry, wait," I whisper. "I.. I want to do something first." He gets the message when my hands start to fumble with the button on his jeans.

"You don't have to, love," he says in his accent, turning me on even more.

"I want to," I say back, pressing a light kiss against his lips. He flips over onto his back as I start to tease him, like Eleanor told me to. I start by kissing his lips, then move onto his jawline, down his neck and I pause as I gently nibble on his sweet spot. Once I'm sure they'll be a mark left behind, I move down past his collarbones and start to kiss my way down his chest. My tongue follows my lips down his body, leaving traces of where I went.

My hands once again fumble with the button on his jeans, but I manage to finally undo it just as my tongue starts down his happy trail.

He helps me pull down his jeans, until nothing is left but his boxers. I reach my mouth up to kiss him again, gently starting to palm him through the fabric, and he moans against my lips.

I push away my nervousness as I slip my hands down the front of his boxers. I grasp his ever growing length, and wrap my small hand around it as he gasps.

I do my best to follow Eleanor's instructions as I pull down his boxers so that they're around his thighs instead of his hips.

My hand slowly starts to pump up and down, earning another moan from him. "Faster," he pants as I grip a little harder and start to move my hand faster.

i keep pumping him as I move down so that I'm kneeling by his length. My eyes widen in shock. I've only ever seen them in health textbooks. It's much bigger than I imagined.

I start to see a bit of precum ooze out of the tip, and I take that as a good sign. My hands doesn't stop pumping as I lean down and lick it all up. It tastes better than I thought it would, but it's still not a nice taste. His breathing starts to increase even more as he looks down at me. "Oh god, Belle, you're amazing," he groans.

I put him in my mouth again, letting my tongue swirl around the tip as I take him deeper and deeper. His moans tell me I'm doing something right. I look up at his face through my lashes and I see him staring down at me intently, loving the show.

Then, I start to suck as his head rolls back. He bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut, and he says, "Belle if you don't stop I'm going to cum."

I don't want it in my mouth, or at least I think I dont, but I can't bring myself to stop. His face looks so vulnerable as he nears his orgasm, and I remember one of the sayings the boys in middle school came up with: Spitters are Quitters.

So, I bear down and increase my pace, and his moans get louder. I don't stop until his length twitches in my mouth, and I feel a hot burst of liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallow it down quickly, doing my best to avoid the taste and not to gag.

Harry pulls me back up to lie beside him, and he presses a hard kiss against my mouth. "You really are amazing, you know?" He says and I blush.

His arms wrap around me as I fall asleep in his arms.

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I wake up to the sound of Harry's phone buzzing. I'm still wrapped in his arms, so quickly push them off and reach for his phone to silence it.

By accident, my eyes scan over the message from some girl named Amber saying, 'Good morning babe, hope your night was ok. I missed you ;) xx'

My heart immediately begins to sink into my stomach. Who is she and why is she texting him? They seem way more than friendly. Is she one of his hookups? Oh god, it's too early for this.

I quickly get out of bed, pulling on my clothes and waking Harry, more abruptly than usual.

"We have to go to school Harry, hurry up!" I yell at him. I don't have time for this now, we'll have to talk after school.

"Everything alright, love? You seem... Tense."

"I'm fine." I grit through my teeth. I can't believe him.

Notes

Sorry for such a late update! I got really busy today with a school project due on Monday :/

I hope you all enjoyed! Keep reading, commenting, rating and subscribing! <3 another update coming tomorrow afternoon, x