I’ve been waiting in the foyer for an hour and a half now. I sat on the steps for a while, moving to the couch and now I’m leaning against the wall, check my phone every minute. Harry was supposed to take me on a date, but just as I expected, I haven’t heard from him. My mom walks out of the kitchen holding a mug of tea.

“Milan, sweetheart, come in the family room. Let’s just watch a movie.”

I roll my eyes even though I know she’s only trying to make me feel better. I finally drop my purse to the ground and walk over to her, resting my head on her shoulder. She sets her tea down and wraps her arms around me comfortingly.

“I’m never going to forgive him for this.”

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it go. He’s obviously not good enough for you. I’ve been telling you from
the beginning that he-“

“Please, mom. I don’t want the speech right now. I just need a distraction.”

She smiles empathically and leads the way to the family room. Me and her are the only ones home tonight, so it’s calm and quiet. I walk over to the cabinet next to the TV and search the movies. I need something funny so I settle on Mean Girls, knowing that it always gets a laugh out of me. I show my mom and she nods in agreement so I slip it into the DVD player. I look down at my loose floral dress and realize how uncomfortable I am.

“I’m going to put something comfy on. I’ll be right back.”

I walk back to the foyer and glare at the door before walking upstairs and entering my room. I settle on black yoga pants and a hot pink tank top, pulling my hair into a messy bun before walking back out. Halfway down the stairs, I hear a faint knock on the door.

“Did someone just knock?” My mom yells from the living room.

“I’ll get it!”

My heart starts to pound, but I keep telling myself that it can’t be him. He was supposed to be here hours ago and hadn’t called at all. He must have forgotten or just didn’t want to see me. The knock persisted, louder this time and I ran down the rest of the steps, flinging the door open for our impatient guest. Standing in front of me, in a button-down shirt and slacks, is the boy I didn’t expect to see. His hands are awkwardly in his pockets and he simply looks at me, as if I should speak first. I stare at him, waiting for an explanation and wishing I had waited five more minutes to change.

“You don’t look ready for a date.”

What an asshole. He would make a comment about my outfit after showing up two hours late to pick me up.

“I really hope you’re kidding, but it doesn’t even matter. What the hell, Harry?”

“What? I know I’m late, but I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Are you supposed to be praised for showing up? Sorry, I don’t want to be your charity date.”

I start to close the door as he opens his mouth to speak, but he stops me and pushes it open again.

“Milan, what are you talking about? Look, sorry I’m late, but it isn’t a big deal.”

“Isn’t a big deal? I’ve been waiting around for two hours! twenty minutes is one thing, but Harry I don’t know why you would be this late.”

“Does it fucking matter?”

He raises his voice and steps toward me.

“Can you keep your voice down? My mom’s in the other room.”

He doesn’t seem to care and doesn’t move away.

“Just come in if you aren’t going to leave.”

He takes one more step forward and I close the door behind him. I motion for him to stay where he is and peek my head around the wall of the family room.

“Mom, Harry is here. I’m not going out, but I’m going to talk to him so you should just start the
movie without me.”

“Alright, sweetie. Good luck and remember what I said.”

Yes, I know you think I’m too good for him. I simply nod and walk back to him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him behind me on the stairs. As soon as we walk into my room, I let his arm go and he casually approaches my bed, sitting at the edge. He pats the mattress next to him, but I stand in front of him instead, crossing my arms.

“Jesus, you really are pissed at me.”

“Yeah, I really am.”

“Hey, I was joking about your outfit. You look quite sexy and I know that’s not what you were wearing before.”

He’s trying to distract from the question of where he was.

“Harry, why didn’t you at least call?”

“Because I was planning on coming. I don’t need to tell you every time I go somewhere.”

“No, you don’t. You just need to tell me when you are going to be two hours late for a planned event.”

“Planned event. You make it sound like a fucking wedding.”

He’s so new to exclusive relationships and it makes him sound like an asshole. Maybe he just is an asshole.

“Whatever, Harry. If you don’t have an explanation for me, just leave.”

He stands up, but instead of walking to the door, he places his large palms on my hips and pulls me closer to him. I don’t object, but I also don’t comply. He leans down to kiss me and I press a finger against his lips.

“I’m serious, Harry. I’m sick of this constant mysterious aspect you try to put off. We’ve been together for a month and I can’t take all of this uncertainty.”

He pulls his arms away and shoves his hands back in the pockets of the fitted dress pants.

“I just had to take care of some stuff?”

“What stuff?”

He scoffs and sits back on my bed.

“Harry, if you can’t be honest with me, I don’t even know why we’re trying.”

Now, he looks offended. He stands up quickly, towering over me. He lets out a deep breath and begins his confession.

“I just wanted to make tonight special. I went and bought these dumb fucking clothes to impress you and I honestly started to psych myself out because I realized that I…”

He stops mid-sentence and shakes his head, as if he can’t continue. I wait as patiently as I can, but quickly give up.

“Harry, you what?”

“I realized that I love you! Okay?”

He seems angry, but his words take me aback. Harry… loves me? I thought he was upset
because I hadn’t slept with him and I was honestly surprised he was still with me at all because of that. I just want my first time to be special and he never seemed to understand that. I don’t know what to do or say and he starts to pace the floor nervously, running his hand through his hair. My body takes over and I rush to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. After the shock sets in, he holds me around my waist and deepens the kiss, passionately parting my lips with his tongue. I lean into his body, raising my heels off of the ground a little to reach him comfortably. I pull away slightly and he’s grinning happily.

“I love you, too, Harry.”

His smile widens to his eyes and he looks like a different person. I’ve never seen him smile like that. He squeezes me in his arms and kisses me again, gently and emotionally at first. However, it slowly becomes lustful and my mind no longer has a say in what my body does. We stumble to my bed in each other’s arms and tumble onto it, laying side by side. Our legs tangle together and he pulls me on top of him. I straddle his lap and rest my hands on his chest, pushing myself off of him to sit up. He tries to follow, but I push him back down. I lift my tank top off, revealing my laced bra. His eyes widen, but he tries to hide his excitement, which is impossible when I feel his member harden beneath me. I giggle and he pulls me back to him, kissing me once again as he reaches behind me, unclipping my bra. I maneuver my arms out of it and toss it aside before he rolls us over, hovering himself over me and admiring my bare chest. He sits between my legs on his knees and unbuttons the top few buttons and quickly giving up, pulling his shirt off to reveal all of the tattoos I have grown to love. He returns to me with a few desperate kisses before moving to my neck and down my chest. As he rolls his tongue along my breast, he pulls my tight spandex pants down, dragging my panties along as well.

“Are you sure about this, love?”

I nod impatiently, only curious as to how he will pleasure me first. He lays between my thighs, pulling them apart farther and I feel his warm breath on my sex. He places soft kisses on my inner thighs and finally pressing his soft lips against my core, letting his tongue take over all of my senses. My head rolls back and I arch my hips towards him. He brings a finger to my entrance and pushes it in as he continues to massage my clit with his tongue. After a minute, he is apparently satisfied by my wetness because he moves from between my legs to bring his warm chest to meet mine again. He kisses me deeply and I reach down to fumble with the button of his slacks and once it’s undone, I pull them down as far as my arms will allow, feeling between us for the bulge in his boxers. I run my fingers lightly over his protruding manhood and he shivers at my touch. He stops kissing me and looks longingly into my eyes. I grin and prop myself up, kissing his neck over and over.

“Are you positive, Milan? I don’t want you to-“

I bring my finger to his mouth and shush him quietly.

“I’m very sure, Harry. I want this more than anything.”

He smiles brightly again and pulls my covers down. I climb into them as he reaches into the pants he just removed, gathering a small package. He joins me under the blankets and slips his boxers off between the sheets, holding them up as he puts on the condom he had retrieved. I face him with my bare body and kiss his shoulder, not wanting to miss his touch even for a second. After a few seconds, he rolls on top of me, holding himself up with his arms. I wrap my arms around his chest and rest them on his strong back. He kisses me to distract me from what he’s doing as he slowly guides his length to my entrance, making me gasp as I feel him touch me. He chuckles at my reaction and trails kisses down my neck as he slowly pushes himself into me. I cringe in pain, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. His soft kisses make it bearable and after a couple minutes, he is able to pull back and start thrusting in a very slow rhythm. I can tell he would like to go faster, but he kindly holds back for my comfort. He keeps his body close to me and I start to feel small waves of pleasure within me as he kisses me hungrily. A few more thrust and I am biting my lip to hold back moans. Nothing else seems to matter in my euphoric state. Nothing except the way Harry’s body moves with mine. I start to let small whimpers escape and Harry curses under his breath. He kisses me to stop the noise, not wanting my mom to walk in. He rolls his hips into mine and I pant at the new and wonderful feeling. After minutes of thrusting, he quickens a little and a few deep groans leave his throat, sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure. My body convulses beneath him and he slows his pace again, pushing in a few more times as I feel my body release a burst of ecstasy just before he collapses on top of me, kissing my neck and jaw. He stays right there for a minute in silence before pulling back and laying next to me, immediately pulling me into his arms. He holds me close and I feel safe in his arms as I try to regain my awareness.

“Are you alright?”

I’ve seen an entirely new side of Harry that I never knew existed; a caring side that was capable
of love. I smile and he kisses my forehead.

“I’m better than alright.”

Notes

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