Always
Love Is Born
Kaylie’s POV
Tuesday, 11th October
Today was the slowest day in history for me. The whole day I was thinking about Harry coming over tonight. I had never been more nervous and excited at the same time when I finally arrived home at 5:54pm. Alicia had noticed my different mood at the rehearsal and Vanessa and Marcus could tell that I was acting off at school but I didn’t tell them anything about Harry and that he said he loved me.
I couldn’t believe it. Harry loves me. Harry Styles loves me? Harry Styles loves me! He said those three words to me yesterday afternoon but stupid insecure little me didn’t say them back. I wanted to beat myself up. The fortunate thing was that I had the house to myself until tomorrow evening. My family took a trip to Brighton and left yesterday morning. I wished I could have gone with them but I had school and X Factor rehearsals. So tonight, it would just be Harry and I. And I told myself that I would tell him tonight. I would tell him that I loved him and hoped he would understand why I didn’t tell him yesterday.
Tonight wasn’t a date but I pressured myself to look nice for my boyfriend. I stripped out of my school uniform and hunted through my wardrobe for something good to wear. After I put my clothes on, I moved onto my make-up. I did it subtle but just enough to enhance my features. 17 minutes later, I figured my work was done. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_time_with_harry/set?id=210903646)
I headed back downstairs and fixed up the place during the last 9 minutes I had to spare. In truth, I was so anxious for it to be just Harry and I in the house. Only the two of us in this huge space. He was probably used to this sort of thing, having a girl all to himself in the privacy of his home. For me, I had been pushed out of my comfort zone. I didn’t want to sweat my make-up off so I took a deep breath to try and slow my heartbeat down. Just relax, Kaylie. Breathe. I told myself. I paced up and down my living room, adjusting the rings on my fingers. I had put on the perfume Harry had given to me because I knew he loved how it smelt. It made me feel more…confident. I heard my phone buzz and I picked it up off the coffee table. I turned the screen on to see I had received a text from my mentor.
From Harry: I’m outside, angel x
Before I could type back a reply, the doorbell rang. He’s here. I placed my phone back on the coffee table and walked over to the front door and opened it. I smiled when I saw him, a small gym bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hi. Come in.” I said, opening the door further. He walked inside and placed his bag on the floor while I locked the door. Even though he had been in my house before, it was so surreal to have a person of his status standing in the entrance hall. Not everybody could say that Harry Styles had been in their home.
The touch of his fingers around my wrist made me turn around to face him. His hand slid over mine and pulled me a little closer. His lips came down on my own, warm and passionate. I rested my free hand on his chest and smiled into the kiss, grateful that he still wanted to kiss me after my idiot self didn’t say “I love you too.”
“How was your day, angel?” Harry asked me once the kiss was over.
“Long, I guess. How was yours?”
“I had a rehearsal this afternoon with Melody but I was thinking about you the whole time. It was the only thing that got me through the day, knowing that I would be with you here tonight.” He smiled at me, his dimples making my blood boil with desire. I cringed at the mention of Melody, looking down at the floor. I hated hearing about her. I hated that Harry had to spend time with her. But her being jealous of me gave me a sort of… assertive feeling. Harry wants me, not her.
Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple, his hold on me strong and safe.
“Don’t think about her, Kaylie. I want you. I lo-” He stopped himself and my breath hitched in my throat. I knew what he was about to say. Those three words again. Why can’t I tell him? What’s wrong with me? But I was going to tell him tonight. I would. I had promised myself that I would.
“So…where’s your family? I assumed they’d be here.” Harry said, changing the subject.
“Oh, I completely forgot to tell you. They’re in Brighton, just a small trip. They’ll be back tomorrow evening.” I responded, taking his hand and leading him into the sitting room.
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“I couldn’t. School and rehearsals. But the plus side is that I have the house to myself for a little bit.” I said with a smile. Harry took a seat on the couch but kept his fingers locked with mine.
“So just us tonight, huh?” He smirked salaciously and it took so much strength to not kiss the fuck out of him and claw his clothes off. His long legs were encased in his signature black skinny jeans and black ankle boots held his feet. His torso was covered in a flowy pink polka dot shirt that he had rolled up above his forearms, many of the buttons open to reveal his tattoos. I recalled him wearing the shirt at the beginning of Bootcamp which now seemed like years ago. I had come so far already and it was hard to fathom everything that had happened since then. All I could do was nod at his statement, remembering the real reason that Harry was here.
“You really want to hear me play the guitar?”
“Of course, angel. I’ve wanted to hear you play ever since you told me you could.”
I told Harry I would be right back as I went upstairs to fetch my guitar. I loved to play it, just in my free time. It was a great stress reliever for me. My father had started teaching me how to play it when I was 13 and during the past five years, I had improved in my skills. Some days, I would just sit in my room and twang the strings, singing softly to myself. I went into my room and carefully picked my guitar up out of its case, checking that each string played well. I had never played for anyone except my family and my friends. To play it in front of Harry, that was a whole different thing.
Keeping a firm grip on the guitar, I walked back downstairs to re-join Harry. He was still sitting in the same spot on the couch. He smiled when I sat down next to him, holding the guitar in my hands.
“Harry, look, I haven’t played for anyone like you before…” I stopped talking when I saw the blank expression on his face. I hesitantly reached over and placed my hand on his knee.
“Are you OK?” I asked. Harry laid his hand over mine and nodded.
“Yes, angel. It’s just…you look like you were born to play the guitar. It makes me very proud of you and I love how I’m learning new things about you all the time.” He said, his eyes shining bright green. I blushed bright pink as his thumb caressed the back of my hand. To have Harry be full of pride for me was incredible. I felt so honoured and loved. Because he loves me. I removed my hand from underneath his and quietly strummed the strings with my pick.
“Any requests on what you would like me to play?” I questioned the man I loved. Harry leaned back on the couch and clasped his hands together in his lap.
“Surprise me.”
My bottom lip got caught in between my teeth as I pondered about what song to play. I knew quite a few songs that I could play but which one? One of his? A simple one? A hard one? It wasn’t the easiest decision to make when he was sitting right next to me. Then, a certain song entered my mind. It was an old one but a good one. It was one of my mother’s favourite songs and I had gotten my father to teach me how to play it a couple of years ago. I pressed my lips together and began to play the first few chords of the songs. I didn’t stuff up so that was a good sign and I opened my mouth to sing.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him just because you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you.
Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep
And there's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name.
Jolene.
And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me.
Jolene.”
I plucked at the guitar strings harder as the beat of the song increased. I looked up to see Harry’s eyes fraught with admiration and ardour. It made me believe that no-one could take him away from me. The girls he had dated were nothing like me. They were famous, in the spotlight, with millions of followers on social media and drop-dead gorgeous looks. I was nothing compared to them and with what happened with Melody, I had believed that a more attractive woman would easily be able to steal Harry from me. My Harry. The Harry I loved. I smiled as I sung the chorus again, keeping my voice in tune with the sound of my guitar.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him just because you can.
You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again.
He's the only one for me.
Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you.
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do
Jolene.”
The lyrics were true to me. While other girls could date whoever they wanted, I couldn’t love any other man than Harry. He was the one for me. The only person I wanted to love the way I loved. I knew I was still young and had no concept of forever with someone but Harry was someone I could see myself ending up with. I wanted no other girl to take my man away just because she could but I trusted Harry. He wouldn’t leave me. Because he loved me.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him even though you can.
Jolene, Jolene.”
I played the last couple of chords and finished the song. My eyes went to Harry again and I smiled when I noticed that he was smiling, that large grin making my heart melt. He gestured to the guitar with his index finger and told me to put it away. Curiosity flooded my brain but I did what he said, turning around and placing the guitar on the edge of the couch, letting it lean against it so it wouldn’t fall. A long-fingered hand moved around my neck, tugging my face the other way. I didn’t even have the chance to breath when Harry’s lips slammed into mine with a fiery power.
0*0
My entire body dissolved into bliss as I slithered my arms around his neck. If I had been standing, my legs would have given out from the way his tongue tangled with mine into the most delicious dance. A fire burned between us and I never wanted it to go out. As I kissed him harder, I heard him chuckle and from that sound, I fell in love with him even more.
“That was beautiful, angel. So beautiful. You’re beautiful. And you smell amazing.” Harry whispered against my lips, kissing me again. He loves the perfume. I said in my head. Each time his mouth was on mine, I lost it. His kiss was a drug I craved all day every day, dreaming about the taste of his warm pink lips at night. Harry wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. The position made me dominant and my confidence shot through the roof. My chest connected with his as our kissing turned into making out, my fingers tugging at his long curls, yearning for more. I would never get enough of his. An infinity of this wouldn’t be enough to sate my thirst for the young Englishman I loved. It was too much but it was never enough.
“One touch and I was a believer.” Harry sung under his breath and I giggled, running my fingertip along his cheekbone, pressing my lips to his softly.
“Every kiss it gets a little sweeter.”
I smiled and bumped my nose against his, kissing his cheek.
“It’s getting better.
Keeps getting better all the time, girl.”
It was accurate. Each moment I spend with Harry, our relationship got stronger. After a single touch, I believed in my feelings. With every kiss, my love for him grew in its sweetness. I shivered when his lips pressed soft butterfly kisses to my neck, his fingers going underneath my denim shirt, stroking my back. Harry touching my naked skin felt amazing and I wanted him to touch me more, in other intimate places. I wanted him to explore my whole body with his fingers while his lips could travel all the way down my torso. As he kissed my neck, he continued to sing in his beautiful deep voice.
“They don’t know what we do best.
It's between me and you, our little secret.
But I wanna tell 'em.
I wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl.”
I sighed and closed my eyes as Harry rubbed circles on my back delicately with his slender fingers. I never realised how well the song fit with our story. No-one knew what Harry and I did best. It was our little secret, the way we were together and what we felt for each other. I knew he wanted to tell everyone that I was his, just as much as I wanted to tell everyone that he was mine. They don’t know anything. They don’t know about us. I kissed his cheek again as I sung one lyric from the song to him, realising the tightness of his arms around me.
“They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right.”
I pulled back to look at him, staring deeply into his eyes as I rested my forehead against his. I felt warm and protected in his arms, his fingers giving off the feeling of the softness silk. I sucked in a breath in an attempt to lower my heart rate. It was pounding so hard and so fast that I was scared it would never slow down.
“I want you, need you, to know…” I began to say but my voice faded as I fell into two pools of liquid emerald. This was the perfect moment I had waited for. These were the words I should have said yesterday but didn’t have the guts to. Right now was the time to say them. Harry waited for me to speak, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart begged me to tell him, to finally let it out, after so long. A small smile pulled at my lips when I said the words I had wanted to say for so many aching days and nights.
“Harry, I’ve fallen so madly in love with you. I love you. I love you with everything that I am, with my whole heart. And I just wanted you to kn-” I said but I never had the chance to finish speaking because his lips crushed down on mine passionately.
I was in shock for the first two seconds before melting into the kiss. My arms looped around his neck while his hands cupped my face, intensifying the kiss even further. It was far by the best kiss I had ever received. So hot and lovely and intense. One kiss turned into another one, even more fervent than the first. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning when he slid his tongue inside my mouth, meshing it with mine. God, it was wonderful! I had never been more aroused in my entire life. This moment between us was so sexy that I never wanted it to end. I breathed deeply when Harry broke his lips away for about five seconds to speak. And the words that came out of his mouth made my entire being weep with joy yet again.
“Oh, Kaylie, I love you so much. I love you, angel.” He whispered before returning his lips to mine. I responded by pulling on his hair, wanting him to be as close to me as possible. I felt myself falling as Harry lowered me down onto the couch, his body on top of mine. I sighed when one of his hands moved down to my hip, keeping me still but all I did was writhe beneath him. I couldn’t control my happiness. I laughed into the kiss and he laughed too, my heart jumping at the sound.
“I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long.” I murmured against his lips. He continued to kiss me lazily but it was still just as passionate. My arms remained in their position, tight around his neck as I stared up at him, his green eyes shooting into mine.
“You’ve made me so happy by saying that, angel. Now, you’ll forever be mine.” Harry smirked and kissed my forehead deeply, the sting of his kiss spreading through my skin. His lips wandered down the side of my face before returning to mine, my heart throbbing with a love that I had wanted to give Harry ever since I laid eyes on him. I moaned when his fingers wrapped around mine and I felt something hard touch my thigh. He’s aroused. And so was I. I wanted him now. We were alone in the house and no-one could interrupt us. I never expected this to happen as a result of him coming over but we might not get another chance. I wanted to give him everything. All of me for all of him. I surrendered to his heart and moved my hands to my own chest, unfastening the first button of my shirt. Harry opened his eyes and he smiled when he saw what I was doing.
“Are you sure?” He asked. Of course I was sure. There was no-one I would rather give myself to. I belonged to Harry and now, he could finally have me. I nodded and smiled back, pulling open a button on his shirt.
“I want you. I need you.” I grumbled enticingly as my hands went back to my shirt. Harry pressed his lips to mine again and took my hands off my shirt, his warm breath showering my lips.
“Oh, no, angel. That’s my job.” He chuckled and undid all of the buttons of my shirt, kissing me at the same time. All of a sudden, it was just a rush to see who to get naked first. We wanted to touch every inch of each other’s skin, quickly and swiftly, as our tongues danced like a tango on fire.
“Your bedroom. Now.” Harry growled. His commanding tone was such a turn-on. I didn’t delay what we both desired and wrapped my legs around his waist. His arms caught me in his prison and I felt myself rising as he stood up from the couch, my arms and legs fastened around him like a monkey on a tree. As I directed him to the staircase, I pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, completely discarded. Hunger consumed Harry’s eyes when he looked at my small cleavage and he stopped halfway up the stairs. I gulped and tightened my arms around his neck. I had never shown this much skin before to a guy and being young, I still felt timid about the way I looked. I had always been worried about Harry seeing me, if he would still like me after seeing my body. But from the look in his eyes, it seemed that my doubt had been for nothing. He leaned closer and I felt his lips brush the skin in between my breasts, as soft as a feather but it was just enough to make my fair skin flush. He made no move to undo my bra as he kissed all the way up to my neck, sending me over the edge because of the pool of wetness slowly growing in between my legs.
Our mouths slid together again as Harry ran his hands over my back while mine roamed through his curls, gripping them tightly when I felt his tongue touch the roof of my mouth. My body shivered with delight when he walked into my room, the door already open. The window was closed and the curtains were drawn but small beams of moonlight streamed into the room so I could see Harry in semi-darkness. We both fell onto the bed, him on top of me, and I feverishly undid all of the buttons of his pink polka dot shirt, almost ripping the material in the process because I was so eager to feel his bare skin on mine. Harry got his arms out of the sleeves and chucked his shirt over his shoulder, allowing my hands to wander over his shoulders, down his strong biceps, inked with various tattoos. I pressed my palms flat against his chest, the cross pendant of his necklace dipping in between my breasts, cold on my skin. Harry kissed my lips a couple of times but he didn’t stop there. I quaked when he moved his lips down my body, over my breasts to my torso and to my navel. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he quickly opened the button and pulled down the zipper. I couldn’t even describe how it felt to have Harry’s mouth be so close to my nether regions. I could feel his warm breath on my panties and I squeaked. Harry simply chuckled and told me to raise my hips so he could take my jeans off. And off they came, along with my black flats. I lay there on the bed, clothed in only my bra and panties. It wasn’t fair because Harry still had his jeans on so it was his turn to show more skin.
I sat up, balancing myself on my knees and placed my hands on his shoulders. I pulled him forward to claim his lips. The passion never decreased and the kissing only got more intense. My fingertips drifted down his torso, feeling the toned muscle tense from my touch. I smiled and tucked my fingers into his jeans, tugging him down with me on the bed. I rolled on top of him but my lips froze against his when a certain thought entered my mind. I broke the kiss and bit my lip.
“Kaylie? What’s wrong, my love?” Harry asked, gently brushing strands of my hair out of my face.
“Do you have any…uh…you know?” I raised my eyebrow. There was no way I was going to have sex with Harry with no protection. I didn’t want him to take one of my brothers’ condoms because they would notice. And none of this was discussed between us. What if he doesn’t have any? But I relaxed when Harry held up a foil packet in his right hand. I gasped and shook my head at him.
“Where were you hiding that?” I laughed.
“In my pocket, angel.” He smiled, kissing me before I could respond with a snarky comment of my own. He resumed his position on top of me, trapping me underneath him.
“You came prepared then.” I said.
“I’m glad I brought one.” Harry smirked just as his lips touched mine softly. I tapped his chest softly and he raised his eyebrows at me. I glanced down before looking into his eyes.
“Jeans off, Mr. Styles.”
His green eyes sparkled with a seductive hunger that I had never seen in him before. He leaned in so close that his lips were literally one millimetre away from mine.
“I told you that if you ever called me that again, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” He whispered. Oh, God, what have I unleashed? He swallowed up my giggle with his mouth, crashing our lips together in a hugely passionate manner.
Within seconds, his shoes and jeans were off, as well as his boxers, finally. I sat in his lap, feeling his full arousal and honestly, I didn’t know what to make of it. His hands slowly opened my bra clasp and the cups fell away, revealing my small breasts. How much I had longed for this to happen. To finally be with Harry so intimately, ready to give all of me to him, to show him that I was his forever. My breathing became uneven when he ran his fingers over my perked nipples, making me flinch a little bit. He stared into my eyes as his hands moved down to my panties, giving me a soft kiss.
“Are you ready?”
I already knew my answer to his question. My mother had always told me a girl was never fully ready to lose her virginity, whether she had planned to have sex or not. I was scared it was going to hurt and be awkward but Harry knew how to love me gently. I was ready and I had complete trust in him. I hooked my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“I’ve always been ready.” I whispered as the man I loved kissed me back.
0*0
I rested my cheek on his heaving hot chest, closing my eyes as I listened to the rhythm of his heart. Our legs were twisted together underneath the sheets, skin touching. Harry had his arms around me, running his fingers through my hair as he kissed my forehead sweetly. My lower regions were a little sore and tingled a bit but other than that, I felt wonderful.
I had lost my virginity to Harry Styles. The first person I had sex with was Harry Styles. I couldn’t even think those thoughts and not have my heart skip a beat. I was so in shock that he had fallen in love with me. I couldn’t fathom it properly. But it only made me love him even more. It was so nice to just lie in bed with him and not worry about anything or anyone else. I was in my own little paradise.
“I love you.” I whispered. I didn’t even plan on saying it. The words just fell out of my mouth effortlessly. To be in his embrace, I felt loved. To be in love with him felt beautiful. For him to love me back was even more beautiful.
“I love you too, angel.” He whispered back. My heart fell into my stomach and I just felt so happy. I forgot about the strange feeling of having sex for the first time and focused on those words. I was in love and Harry was in love. We were in love with each other. We were one now. I giggled against his chest and ran my fingertip over his left swallow tattoo.
“Why are you giggling?” He asked me. I looked up and found that his sparkling green eyes were on me, his long hair a tangled clammy mess, falling in curls past his shoulders. His skin glowed in the soft golden light and there was a thin sheen of sweat coating his neck but I didn’t care. He was gorgeous. He was beautiful. And he was all mine.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pushed him over, resting my body on top of his. I moved his hair off his forehead and leaned down to kiss him. Harry responded immediately, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss became more heated and I could still feel his hard member pressing into my thigh. The warmth of his lips relit the fire inside my heart as I moved my hands through his hair, my fingers turning into fists in his chocolate curls. His hands roamed over my back underneath the sheets, going all the way down my spine, my skin becoming flushed from the touch of his slender fingers. I pulled back from the kiss and the tip of my nose brushed his. I caressed his cheek with my left hand and stared down at him lovingly, our lips so close together.
“I’m so happy.” I smiled, tears blossoming in my eyes. Harry brought his right hand up to my face and moved the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. He followed its curve, up to my top lip. He carried on along my cheek before finishing down on my jawline. He tucked his fingers underneath my chin and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“I am too. I love you so much.”
My smile grew wider and I felt so alive, hearing those words come out of his mouth. I gasped when he locked his arms around me and rolled on top of me so that I was underneath him. I rested my hands on his chest while he twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. Harry kissed the corner of my mouth and I let my eyes close, just feeling content being in the warmth of the bed with the man I loved more than anything else in the world. His hand then moved down to my chest, ghosting in between my breasts. I was still flushed and my heart pounded whenever he touched me. His eyes followed his fingers and I watched him, biting my lip.
“God, you’re so incredibly gorgeous.”
I blushed and fastened my arms around his neck, letting our legs entwine together. How long I had dreamed about seeing Harry’s tattoos up close, inked onto his strong lean muscle. To have his eyes devour me and his fingers touch me in the most intimate of ways. To have my skin be set aflame from his kisses and my lips be poisoned by his tongue. I was so deeply in love that I was sure that I would never fall out of it.
Harry took one of my hands in his, locking our fingers together, like the perfect puzzle. He pressed our hands on the pillow next to my head and his eyes glanced over to my bedside table. He sighed and looked down at me.
“I have to go.”
“Can’t you stay?” I pouted.
“I wish I could. But angel, it’s past 10:30. I can’t leave in the morning because the media may suspect something and you’ve got school tomorrow.”
I groaned at the mention of school. How can I go to school after such a high? I would just daydream about tonight’s event in class. How am I going to keep my mouth shut? But I would have to. Have we really been lying here for that long? It had felt like minutes rather than hours. I sighed and nodded in agreement. If Harry wanted to go, I would let him. He kissed me gently and got out of the bed, allowing me to admire his naked body. The body that was mine to kiss, to touch, to love.
I watched as Harry grabbed his boxers and put them on. Next, he pulled his jeans back on and slipped his socks and boots onto his feet. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to tame it but to no avail. I tucked the sheets up to my chest, covering my nakedness. Watching Harry get dressed was such a treat. It was just as good as undressing him, pulling all of his clothes off in a period of electric passion. He picked up the pink and white polka dot shirt he had worn and turned it over in his hands. He smirked at me and I smiled.
“Want to keep this?” He suggested.
“What will you wear then?” I asked. Harry told me he had a T-shirt packed in his bag downstairs and that he would see himself out of my house.
“So you want this?” He asked again.
I nodded and sat up, catching his shirt when he threw it at me. The material was soft and I could tell that it was expensive. I held the shirt to my chest and looked up to see my boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, right in front of me. He held out his hand and I slid mine into his palm, his fingers taking hold of my small ones.
“Tonight has been amazing, angel. I feel so lucky to call you mine and I hope you enjoyed our time together. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, OK?”
I nodded and squeezed his fingers. He leaned over and kissed me passionately. I moaned when he slid his tongue inside my mouth, my heart burning with love. I held onto his neck with my free hand and returned his kiss, sighing when it was over.
“I love you, Kaylie.”
“I love you too, Harry.” I whispered. He kissed my forehead and got off the bed. I snuggled down into the sheets and held his pink shirt close, my eyes on him. Harry opened the door silently and flashed me a final smile, blowing me a kiss. I waved goodbye as he walked out and closed the door behind him. He knew how to leave my house and I had never been more thankful that my family wasn’t here. He could leave in peace.
I laid down and rested my cheek on my pillow, bringing Harry’s polka dot shirt to my nose. It smelt of him, sex with a whiff of Tom Ford cologne. I closed my eyes and let his scent invade my body, sinking into the pleasures that I had experienced tonight.
Tuesday, 11th October
Today was the slowest day in history for me. The whole day I was thinking about Harry coming over tonight. I had never been more nervous and excited at the same time when I finally arrived home at 5:54pm. Alicia had noticed my different mood at the rehearsal and Vanessa and Marcus could tell that I was acting off at school but I didn’t tell them anything about Harry and that he said he loved me.
I couldn’t believe it. Harry loves me. Harry Styles loves me? Harry Styles loves me! He said those three words to me yesterday afternoon but stupid insecure little me didn’t say them back. I wanted to beat myself up. The fortunate thing was that I had the house to myself until tomorrow evening. My family took a trip to Brighton and left yesterday morning. I wished I could have gone with them but I had school and X Factor rehearsals. So tonight, it would just be Harry and I. And I told myself that I would tell him tonight. I would tell him that I loved him and hoped he would understand why I didn’t tell him yesterday.
Tonight wasn’t a date but I pressured myself to look nice for my boyfriend. I stripped out of my school uniform and hunted through my wardrobe for something good to wear. After I put my clothes on, I moved onto my make-up. I did it subtle but just enough to enhance my features. 17 minutes later, I figured my work was done. (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_time_with_harry/set?id=210903646)
I headed back downstairs and fixed up the place during the last 9 minutes I had to spare. In truth, I was so anxious for it to be just Harry and I in the house. Only the two of us in this huge space. He was probably used to this sort of thing, having a girl all to himself in the privacy of his home. For me, I had been pushed out of my comfort zone. I didn’t want to sweat my make-up off so I took a deep breath to try and slow my heartbeat down. Just relax, Kaylie. Breathe. I told myself. I paced up and down my living room, adjusting the rings on my fingers. I had put on the perfume Harry had given to me because I knew he loved how it smelt. It made me feel more…confident. I heard my phone buzz and I picked it up off the coffee table. I turned the screen on to see I had received a text from my mentor.
From Harry: I’m outside, angel x
Before I could type back a reply, the doorbell rang. He’s here. I placed my phone back on the coffee table and walked over to the front door and opened it. I smiled when I saw him, a small gym bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hi. Come in.” I said, opening the door further. He walked inside and placed his bag on the floor while I locked the door. Even though he had been in my house before, it was so surreal to have a person of his status standing in the entrance hall. Not everybody could say that Harry Styles had been in their home.
The touch of his fingers around my wrist made me turn around to face him. His hand slid over mine and pulled me a little closer. His lips came down on my own, warm and passionate. I rested my free hand on his chest and smiled into the kiss, grateful that he still wanted to kiss me after my idiot self didn’t say “I love you too.”
“How was your day, angel?” Harry asked me once the kiss was over.
“Long, I guess. How was yours?”
“I had a rehearsal this afternoon with Melody but I was thinking about you the whole time. It was the only thing that got me through the day, knowing that I would be with you here tonight.” He smiled at me, his dimples making my blood boil with desire. I cringed at the mention of Melody, looking down at the floor. I hated hearing about her. I hated that Harry had to spend time with her. But her being jealous of me gave me a sort of… assertive feeling. Harry wants me, not her.
Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple, his hold on me strong and safe.
“Don’t think about her, Kaylie. I want you. I lo-” He stopped himself and my breath hitched in my throat. I knew what he was about to say. Those three words again. Why can’t I tell him? What’s wrong with me? But I was going to tell him tonight. I would. I had promised myself that I would.
“So…where’s your family? I assumed they’d be here.” Harry said, changing the subject.
“Oh, I completely forgot to tell you. They’re in Brighton, just a small trip. They’ll be back tomorrow evening.” I responded, taking his hand and leading him into the sitting room.
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“I couldn’t. School and rehearsals. But the plus side is that I have the house to myself for a little bit.” I said with a smile. Harry took a seat on the couch but kept his fingers locked with mine.
“So just us tonight, huh?” He smirked salaciously and it took so much strength to not kiss the fuck out of him and claw his clothes off. His long legs were encased in his signature black skinny jeans and black ankle boots held his feet. His torso was covered in a flowy pink polka dot shirt that he had rolled up above his forearms, many of the buttons open to reveal his tattoos. I recalled him wearing the shirt at the beginning of Bootcamp which now seemed like years ago. I had come so far already and it was hard to fathom everything that had happened since then. All I could do was nod at his statement, remembering the real reason that Harry was here.
“You really want to hear me play the guitar?”
“Of course, angel. I’ve wanted to hear you play ever since you told me you could.”
I told Harry I would be right back as I went upstairs to fetch my guitar. I loved to play it, just in my free time. It was a great stress reliever for me. My father had started teaching me how to play it when I was 13 and during the past five years, I had improved in my skills. Some days, I would just sit in my room and twang the strings, singing softly to myself. I went into my room and carefully picked my guitar up out of its case, checking that each string played well. I had never played for anyone except my family and my friends. To play it in front of Harry, that was a whole different thing.
Keeping a firm grip on the guitar, I walked back downstairs to re-join Harry. He was still sitting in the same spot on the couch. He smiled when I sat down next to him, holding the guitar in my hands.
“Harry, look, I haven’t played for anyone like you before…” I stopped talking when I saw the blank expression on his face. I hesitantly reached over and placed my hand on his knee.
“Are you OK?” I asked. Harry laid his hand over mine and nodded.
“Yes, angel. It’s just…you look like you were born to play the guitar. It makes me very proud of you and I love how I’m learning new things about you all the time.” He said, his eyes shining bright green. I blushed bright pink as his thumb caressed the back of my hand. To have Harry be full of pride for me was incredible. I felt so honoured and loved. Because he loves me. I removed my hand from underneath his and quietly strummed the strings with my pick.
“Any requests on what you would like me to play?” I questioned the man I loved. Harry leaned back on the couch and clasped his hands together in his lap.
“Surprise me.”
My bottom lip got caught in between my teeth as I pondered about what song to play. I knew quite a few songs that I could play but which one? One of his? A simple one? A hard one? It wasn’t the easiest decision to make when he was sitting right next to me. Then, a certain song entered my mind. It was an old one but a good one. It was one of my mother’s favourite songs and I had gotten my father to teach me how to play it a couple of years ago. I pressed my lips together and began to play the first few chords of the songs. I didn’t stuff up so that was a good sign and I opened my mouth to sing.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him just because you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you.
Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep
And there's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name.
Jolene.
And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me.
Jolene.”
I plucked at the guitar strings harder as the beat of the song increased. I looked up to see Harry’s eyes fraught with admiration and ardour. It made me believe that no-one could take him away from me. The girls he had dated were nothing like me. They were famous, in the spotlight, with millions of followers on social media and drop-dead gorgeous looks. I was nothing compared to them and with what happened with Melody, I had believed that a more attractive woman would easily be able to steal Harry from me. My Harry. The Harry I loved. I smiled as I sung the chorus again, keeping my voice in tune with the sound of my guitar.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him just because you can.
You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again.
He's the only one for me.
Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you.
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do
Jolene.”
The lyrics were true to me. While other girls could date whoever they wanted, I couldn’t love any other man than Harry. He was the one for me. The only person I wanted to love the way I loved. I knew I was still young and had no concept of forever with someone but Harry was someone I could see myself ending up with. I wanted no other girl to take my man away just because she could but I trusted Harry. He wouldn’t leave me. Because he loved me.
“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don't take him even though you can.
Jolene, Jolene.”
I played the last couple of chords and finished the song. My eyes went to Harry again and I smiled when I noticed that he was smiling, that large grin making my heart melt. He gestured to the guitar with his index finger and told me to put it away. Curiosity flooded my brain but I did what he said, turning around and placing the guitar on the edge of the couch, letting it lean against it so it wouldn’t fall. A long-fingered hand moved around my neck, tugging my face the other way. I didn’t even have the chance to breath when Harry’s lips slammed into mine with a fiery power.
0*0
My entire body dissolved into bliss as I slithered my arms around his neck. If I had been standing, my legs would have given out from the way his tongue tangled with mine into the most delicious dance. A fire burned between us and I never wanted it to go out. As I kissed him harder, I heard him chuckle and from that sound, I fell in love with him even more.
“That was beautiful, angel. So beautiful. You’re beautiful. And you smell amazing.” Harry whispered against my lips, kissing me again. He loves the perfume. I said in my head. Each time his mouth was on mine, I lost it. His kiss was a drug I craved all day every day, dreaming about the taste of his warm pink lips at night. Harry wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. The position made me dominant and my confidence shot through the roof. My chest connected with his as our kissing turned into making out, my fingers tugging at his long curls, yearning for more. I would never get enough of his. An infinity of this wouldn’t be enough to sate my thirst for the young Englishman I loved. It was too much but it was never enough.
“One touch and I was a believer.” Harry sung under his breath and I giggled, running my fingertip along his cheekbone, pressing my lips to his softly.
“Every kiss it gets a little sweeter.”
I smiled and bumped my nose against his, kissing his cheek.
“It’s getting better.
Keeps getting better all the time, girl.”
It was accurate. Each moment I spend with Harry, our relationship got stronger. After a single touch, I believed in my feelings. With every kiss, my love for him grew in its sweetness. I shivered when his lips pressed soft butterfly kisses to my neck, his fingers going underneath my denim shirt, stroking my back. Harry touching my naked skin felt amazing and I wanted him to touch me more, in other intimate places. I wanted him to explore my whole body with his fingers while his lips could travel all the way down my torso. As he kissed my neck, he continued to sing in his beautiful deep voice.
“They don’t know what we do best.
It's between me and you, our little secret.
But I wanna tell 'em.
I wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl.”
I sighed and closed my eyes as Harry rubbed circles on my back delicately with his slender fingers. I never realised how well the song fit with our story. No-one knew what Harry and I did best. It was our little secret, the way we were together and what we felt for each other. I knew he wanted to tell everyone that I was his, just as much as I wanted to tell everyone that he was mine. They don’t know anything. They don’t know about us. I kissed his cheek again as I sung one lyric from the song to him, realising the tightness of his arms around me.
“They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right.”
I pulled back to look at him, staring deeply into his eyes as I rested my forehead against his. I felt warm and protected in his arms, his fingers giving off the feeling of the softness silk. I sucked in a breath in an attempt to lower my heart rate. It was pounding so hard and so fast that I was scared it would never slow down.
“I want you, need you, to know…” I began to say but my voice faded as I fell into two pools of liquid emerald. This was the perfect moment I had waited for. These were the words I should have said yesterday but didn’t have the guts to. Right now was the time to say them. Harry waited for me to speak, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart begged me to tell him, to finally let it out, after so long. A small smile pulled at my lips when I said the words I had wanted to say for so many aching days and nights.
“Harry, I’ve fallen so madly in love with you. I love you. I love you with everything that I am, with my whole heart. And I just wanted you to kn-” I said but I never had the chance to finish speaking because his lips crushed down on mine passionately.
I was in shock for the first two seconds before melting into the kiss. My arms looped around his neck while his hands cupped my face, intensifying the kiss even further. It was far by the best kiss I had ever received. So hot and lovely and intense. One kiss turned into another one, even more fervent than the first. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning when he slid his tongue inside my mouth, meshing it with mine. God, it was wonderful! I had never been more aroused in my entire life. This moment between us was so sexy that I never wanted it to end. I breathed deeply when Harry broke his lips away for about five seconds to speak. And the words that came out of his mouth made my entire being weep with joy yet again.
“Oh, Kaylie, I love you so much. I love you, angel.” He whispered before returning his lips to mine. I responded by pulling on his hair, wanting him to be as close to me as possible. I felt myself falling as Harry lowered me down onto the couch, his body on top of mine. I sighed when one of his hands moved down to my hip, keeping me still but all I did was writhe beneath him. I couldn’t control my happiness. I laughed into the kiss and he laughed too, my heart jumping at the sound.
“I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long.” I murmured against his lips. He continued to kiss me lazily but it was still just as passionate. My arms remained in their position, tight around his neck as I stared up at him, his green eyes shooting into mine.
“You’ve made me so happy by saying that, angel. Now, you’ll forever be mine.” Harry smirked and kissed my forehead deeply, the sting of his kiss spreading through my skin. His lips wandered down the side of my face before returning to mine, my heart throbbing with a love that I had wanted to give Harry ever since I laid eyes on him. I moaned when his fingers wrapped around mine and I felt something hard touch my thigh. He’s aroused. And so was I. I wanted him now. We were alone in the house and no-one could interrupt us. I never expected this to happen as a result of him coming over but we might not get another chance. I wanted to give him everything. All of me for all of him. I surrendered to his heart and moved my hands to my own chest, unfastening the first button of my shirt. Harry opened his eyes and he smiled when he saw what I was doing.
“Are you sure?” He asked. Of course I was sure. There was no-one I would rather give myself to. I belonged to Harry and now, he could finally have me. I nodded and smiled back, pulling open a button on his shirt.
“I want you. I need you.” I grumbled enticingly as my hands went back to my shirt. Harry pressed his lips to mine again and took my hands off my shirt, his warm breath showering my lips.
“Oh, no, angel. That’s my job.” He chuckled and undid all of the buttons of my shirt, kissing me at the same time. All of a sudden, it was just a rush to see who to get naked first. We wanted to touch every inch of each other’s skin, quickly and swiftly, as our tongues danced like a tango on fire.
“Your bedroom. Now.” Harry growled. His commanding tone was such a turn-on. I didn’t delay what we both desired and wrapped my legs around his waist. His arms caught me in his prison and I felt myself rising as he stood up from the couch, my arms and legs fastened around him like a monkey on a tree. As I directed him to the staircase, I pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, completely discarded. Hunger consumed Harry’s eyes when he looked at my small cleavage and he stopped halfway up the stairs. I gulped and tightened my arms around his neck. I had never shown this much skin before to a guy and being young, I still felt timid about the way I looked. I had always been worried about Harry seeing me, if he would still like me after seeing my body. But from the look in his eyes, it seemed that my doubt had been for nothing. He leaned closer and I felt his lips brush the skin in between my breasts, as soft as a feather but it was just enough to make my fair skin flush. He made no move to undo my bra as he kissed all the way up to my neck, sending me over the edge because of the pool of wetness slowly growing in between my legs.
Our mouths slid together again as Harry ran his hands over my back while mine roamed through his curls, gripping them tightly when I felt his tongue touch the roof of my mouth. My body shivered with delight when he walked into my room, the door already open. The window was closed and the curtains were drawn but small beams of moonlight streamed into the room so I could see Harry in semi-darkness. We both fell onto the bed, him on top of me, and I feverishly undid all of the buttons of his pink polka dot shirt, almost ripping the material in the process because I was so eager to feel his bare skin on mine. Harry got his arms out of the sleeves and chucked his shirt over his shoulder, allowing my hands to wander over his shoulders, down his strong biceps, inked with various tattoos. I pressed my palms flat against his chest, the cross pendant of his necklace dipping in between my breasts, cold on my skin. Harry kissed my lips a couple of times but he didn’t stop there. I quaked when he moved his lips down my body, over my breasts to my torso and to my navel. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he quickly opened the button and pulled down the zipper. I couldn’t even describe how it felt to have Harry’s mouth be so close to my nether regions. I could feel his warm breath on my panties and I squeaked. Harry simply chuckled and told me to raise my hips so he could take my jeans off. And off they came, along with my black flats. I lay there on the bed, clothed in only my bra and panties. It wasn’t fair because Harry still had his jeans on so it was his turn to show more skin.
I sat up, balancing myself on my knees and placed my hands on his shoulders. I pulled him forward to claim his lips. The passion never decreased and the kissing only got more intense. My fingertips drifted down his torso, feeling the toned muscle tense from my touch. I smiled and tucked my fingers into his jeans, tugging him down with me on the bed. I rolled on top of him but my lips froze against his when a certain thought entered my mind. I broke the kiss and bit my lip.
“Kaylie? What’s wrong, my love?” Harry asked, gently brushing strands of my hair out of my face.
“Do you have any…uh…you know?” I raised my eyebrow. There was no way I was going to have sex with Harry with no protection. I didn’t want him to take one of my brothers’ condoms because they would notice. And none of this was discussed between us. What if he doesn’t have any? But I relaxed when Harry held up a foil packet in his right hand. I gasped and shook my head at him.
“Where were you hiding that?” I laughed.
“In my pocket, angel.” He smiled, kissing me before I could respond with a snarky comment of my own. He resumed his position on top of me, trapping me underneath him.
“You came prepared then.” I said.
“I’m glad I brought one.” Harry smirked just as his lips touched mine softly. I tapped his chest softly and he raised his eyebrows at me. I glanced down before looking into his eyes.
“Jeans off, Mr. Styles.”
His green eyes sparkled with a seductive hunger that I had never seen in him before. He leaned in so close that his lips were literally one millimetre away from mine.
“I told you that if you ever called me that again, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” He whispered. Oh, God, what have I unleashed? He swallowed up my giggle with his mouth, crashing our lips together in a hugely passionate manner.
Within seconds, his shoes and jeans were off, as well as his boxers, finally. I sat in his lap, feeling his full arousal and honestly, I didn’t know what to make of it. His hands slowly opened my bra clasp and the cups fell away, revealing my small breasts. How much I had longed for this to happen. To finally be with Harry so intimately, ready to give all of me to him, to show him that I was his forever. My breathing became uneven when he ran his fingers over my perked nipples, making me flinch a little bit. He stared into my eyes as his hands moved down to my panties, giving me a soft kiss.
“Are you ready?”
I already knew my answer to his question. My mother had always told me a girl was never fully ready to lose her virginity, whether she had planned to have sex or not. I was scared it was going to hurt and be awkward but Harry knew how to love me gently. I was ready and I had complete trust in him. I hooked my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“I’ve always been ready.” I whispered as the man I loved kissed me back.
0*0
I rested my cheek on his heaving hot chest, closing my eyes as I listened to the rhythm of his heart. Our legs were twisted together underneath the sheets, skin touching. Harry had his arms around me, running his fingers through my hair as he kissed my forehead sweetly. My lower regions were a little sore and tingled a bit but other than that, I felt wonderful.
I had lost my virginity to Harry Styles. The first person I had sex with was Harry Styles. I couldn’t even think those thoughts and not have my heart skip a beat. I was so in shock that he had fallen in love with me. I couldn’t fathom it properly. But it only made me love him even more. It was so nice to just lie in bed with him and not worry about anything or anyone else. I was in my own little paradise.
“I love you.” I whispered. I didn’t even plan on saying it. The words just fell out of my mouth effortlessly. To be in his embrace, I felt loved. To be in love with him felt beautiful. For him to love me back was even more beautiful.
“I love you too, angel.” He whispered back. My heart fell into my stomach and I just felt so happy. I forgot about the strange feeling of having sex for the first time and focused on those words. I was in love and Harry was in love. We were in love with each other. We were one now. I giggled against his chest and ran my fingertip over his left swallow tattoo.
“Why are you giggling?” He asked me. I looked up and found that his sparkling green eyes were on me, his long hair a tangled clammy mess, falling in curls past his shoulders. His skin glowed in the soft golden light and there was a thin sheen of sweat coating his neck but I didn’t care. He was gorgeous. He was beautiful. And he was all mine.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pushed him over, resting my body on top of his. I moved his hair off his forehead and leaned down to kiss him. Harry responded immediately, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss became more heated and I could still feel his hard member pressing into my thigh. The warmth of his lips relit the fire inside my heart as I moved my hands through his hair, my fingers turning into fists in his chocolate curls. His hands roamed over my back underneath the sheets, going all the way down my spine, my skin becoming flushed from the touch of his slender fingers. I pulled back from the kiss and the tip of my nose brushed his. I caressed his cheek with my left hand and stared down at him lovingly, our lips so close together.
“I’m so happy.” I smiled, tears blossoming in my eyes. Harry brought his right hand up to my face and moved the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. He followed its curve, up to my top lip. He carried on along my cheek before finishing down on my jawline. He tucked his fingers underneath my chin and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“I am too. I love you so much.”
My smile grew wider and I felt so alive, hearing those words come out of his mouth. I gasped when he locked his arms around me and rolled on top of me so that I was underneath him. I rested my hands on his chest while he twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. Harry kissed the corner of my mouth and I let my eyes close, just feeling content being in the warmth of the bed with the man I loved more than anything else in the world. His hand then moved down to my chest, ghosting in between my breasts. I was still flushed and my heart pounded whenever he touched me. His eyes followed his fingers and I watched him, biting my lip.
“God, you’re so incredibly gorgeous.”
I blushed and fastened my arms around his neck, letting our legs entwine together. How long I had dreamed about seeing Harry’s tattoos up close, inked onto his strong lean muscle. To have his eyes devour me and his fingers touch me in the most intimate of ways. To have my skin be set aflame from his kisses and my lips be poisoned by his tongue. I was so deeply in love that I was sure that I would never fall out of it.
Harry took one of my hands in his, locking our fingers together, like the perfect puzzle. He pressed our hands on the pillow next to my head and his eyes glanced over to my bedside table. He sighed and looked down at me.
“I have to go.”
“Can’t you stay?” I pouted.
“I wish I could. But angel, it’s past 10:30. I can’t leave in the morning because the media may suspect something and you’ve got school tomorrow.”
I groaned at the mention of school. How can I go to school after such a high? I would just daydream about tonight’s event in class. How am I going to keep my mouth shut? But I would have to. Have we really been lying here for that long? It had felt like minutes rather than hours. I sighed and nodded in agreement. If Harry wanted to go, I would let him. He kissed me gently and got out of the bed, allowing me to admire his naked body. The body that was mine to kiss, to touch, to love.
I watched as Harry grabbed his boxers and put them on. Next, he pulled his jeans back on and slipped his socks and boots onto his feet. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to tame it but to no avail. I tucked the sheets up to my chest, covering my nakedness. Watching Harry get dressed was such a treat. It was just as good as undressing him, pulling all of his clothes off in a period of electric passion. He picked up the pink and white polka dot shirt he had worn and turned it over in his hands. He smirked at me and I smiled.
“Want to keep this?” He suggested.
“What will you wear then?” I asked. Harry told me he had a T-shirt packed in his bag downstairs and that he would see himself out of my house.
“So you want this?” He asked again.
I nodded and sat up, catching his shirt when he threw it at me. The material was soft and I could tell that it was expensive. I held the shirt to my chest and looked up to see my boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, right in front of me. He held out his hand and I slid mine into his palm, his fingers taking hold of my small ones.
“Tonight has been amazing, angel. I feel so lucky to call you mine and I hope you enjoyed our time together. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, OK?”
I nodded and squeezed his fingers. He leaned over and kissed me passionately. I moaned when he slid his tongue inside my mouth, my heart burning with love. I held onto his neck with my free hand and returned his kiss, sighing when it was over.
“I love you, Kaylie.”
“I love you too, Harry.” I whispered. He kissed my forehead and got off the bed. I snuggled down into the sheets and held his pink shirt close, my eyes on him. Harry opened the door silently and flashed me a final smile, blowing me a kiss. I waved goodbye as he walked out and closed the door behind him. He knew how to leave my house and I had never been more thankful that my family wasn’t here. He could leave in peace.
I laid down and rested my cheek on my pillow, bringing Harry’s polka dot shirt to my nose. It smelt of him, sex with a whiff of Tom Ford cologne. I closed my eyes and let his scent invade my body, sinking into the pleasures that I had experienced tonight.
Notes
Sorry it’s been six days. I have been distracted this past week :/ So… I didn’t write the actual sex because I felt like it’d be out of place, it just wouldn’t feel right. And I wrote 4 sex scenes in What Makes You Beautiful – that’s enough for me! But on a positive note, Kaylie finally told him! :D And for those who reside in the States, you are in my heart and I love you. This song reminds me of what's happening over there right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8deHd85EKM
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11/19/17