Harry looked into my eyes, the usual darkness not present and I actually felt safe in his arms. We were leaning against his car, my back touching the passenger door as he lifted my chin up with his long finger and kissed me, more passionately and slowly than I was sure he had ever kissed any other girl. He seemed to be holding himself back and I was glad, but part of me wanted more. I wanted him to kiss me roughly, the way he must have with everyone else. I was curious. He had a reputation with girls at our school and I never had an interest, until he showed some in me. Over the summer, I got rid of my oversized glasses and braces. My hair was styled differently and I was feeling altogether more confident. After Harry followed me around for a couple weeks, I finally agreed to go on a date with him, if he promised to leave the bad boy act at the door. That was 2 months ago, and he somehow stuck around even though I hardly gave him any reason to stay. At first, we kissed and I let him touch me wherever he pleased as long as it was through my clothes, but I was very strict with my rules. I pulled back from the kiss and pushed my body into his.

"Come on, don't tease me like that, Madison."

"And what if I'm not teasing?"

His eyes widened and he looked at me as if I had two heads.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

I shook my head and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine, taking the lead this time. I let my tongue explore his mouth as he reacted slowly to everything, still shocked by my statement.

"So, you're actually not kidding. You want to..."

"Yes, I want to sleep with you."

I surprised myself by the bluntness of my speech. I usually inched my way around a conversation like that which Harry seemed to be doing.

"You're sure?"

He seemed to not believe me so I ruffled his curls again, more deliberately this time, and kissed his neck. He breathed heavily and balanced himself on the car behind my head. He got flustered easily ever since he'd been with me since he wasn't getting any.

"I'm positive."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth, he opened the car door for me, closing it once I was in. He ran to the other side and got into the driver's seat, hurriedly putting on his seat belt.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know?"

"I know. I've just been waiting 2 months for you to want this."

I smiled and held his hand, trying to hide the fear I felt inside. My stomach felt weak, and I suddenly wondered what I was thinking. I decided, on a whim, to lose my virginity to Harry Styles, the notorious bad boy. It wasn't a complete whim, I suppose. I had thought about it before, but I didn't get into his car before dinner planning on it. Still, I knew I wouldn't regret it. The only reason I hadn't done it yet was because I grew up thinking I would wait until I was married; not necessarily based on my own morals, but on my parents'. I had honestly done nothing sexually related until I met Harry. He worked me up slowly until my curiosity was completely aroused. He had done things to me but I was too afraid to return the favor. I had become more comfortable with him since he started to pleasure me though, so I knew it was only a matter of time. When we pulled into his driveway, I noticed that his mum's car was parked out front.

"Harry, is this a good idea? Your parents are home."

"They won't know or care. Come on."

He threw the car into park and removed the keys from the ignition. As I reached down for my purse, he surprised me by running to my side and opening my door for me.

"Woah. Look who's being a gentleman."

"Oh, shut up, Mads. Just get out of the car."

He really was impatient but I didn't mind. It was kind of a turn on to see how much he wanted me. I hopped out of the car and let him drag me to the front door. When he opened the door, his mum and step-dad were sitting right in front of us on the couch.

"Hey, guys! How was your da-"

"Don't have time to talk, mum."

He rudely pulled me to the stairs, ignoring her polite question. I waved and smiled, mouthing a silent apology. She simply laughed, completely used to her son's antics. Once we got to his room, I decided to not scold him for his rude behavior; it just wasn't the right time. The door slammed behind him and I stood awkwardly, awaiting his direction. He slipped off his jacket and let it fall to the ground, walking toward me hungrily. He placed one hand on the small of my back, pulling my hips to his softly. He used his other hand to cup my face, softly kissing me. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, slowly moving them around his neck. When I fell into his kiss, he lifted me up slightly to guide me toward his bed. He carefully laid me down, hovering over me as he continued to kiss me. My hips bucked up slightly, inviting him to get closer, which he accepted, laying his body down on top of mine. As soon as I felt his bulge against my thigh, I suddenly felt my nerves kick in. What was I doing?

"Harry-"

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

He looked at me, knowing that I was scared even though I didn't say so. I nodded lightly, fear still covering my expression. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, followed by each corner of my mouth. I had never seen him be so sweet, even though he had been trying to be a gentleman since we started seeing each other. I knew it had been difficult for him, especially when I made him wait so long for intimacy. I couldn't back down now; he deserved it to some degree. And I wanted it, even though I was afraid. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, slowly while bringing his lips back to mine. Once his shirt was off, I fumbled with the button on his pants, but my hands were shaking.

"Let me do it, babe."

He stood up and pulled his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. I sat up and started to take off my blouse, tossing it on the ground but he stopped me as I went for my jeans. He looked at me with kind eyes, silently asking me if he could do it. I nodded and laid back so he had easy access. He undid the button and zipper, slowly pulling each pant leg down, one at a time. He kissed my thighs as he returned to me, both of us in our undergarments. I had been like this with him before, but not with him naked too. It felt good having his bare chest against me and I pressed my hands onto his warm back, pulling him closer to my body. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra with one hand, slipping it off of my shoulders. He brought his mouth to one breast, his hand to the other, softly massaging them. My eyes rolled back a little and I impatiently waited for more. He trailed kisses down my stomach, stopping at my panty line. He looked up at me and I nodded my approval as he pulled my underwear down and off of my legs.

Putting his hands between my thighs, he carefully separated them, looking at me to make sure I wasn't freaking out. I wasn't. Not visibly, at least. He held my thighs down as I felt his hot breath against my center, making me jump slightly. He kissed my inner thighs, trying to calm me down some before bringing his lips to my sex, letting his tongue explore me thoroughly. I involuntarily grabbed his hair, biting my lips so I wouldn't make too much noise. A light purr escaped from my throat but I kept the rest in.

"Harry, please. I just want to do it already!"

"Relax, baby. I want to make sure you're good and ready for me. It'll make it feel better, just trust me."

I did trust him. He knew more about my body than I did and I knew that. After a minute more of him teasing me with his tongue, he sat up, pulling the covers down so that I could climb inside. He got off of the bed and opened a nearby drawer before pulling his boxers down. Before I could even get a good look at him, he got under the sheets with me. I was glad, because even from what I did see, I was scared. He was huge and I knew it would hurt. The lights were off but I could see him from the moonlight entering his window. He ripped open a small foil packet with his teeth and brought its contents down to his groin. I couldn't see what he did but I assumed he was putting on a condom. After a few seconds, he turned back to me and just gazed into my eyes. He grinned and kissed me as he lifted his body up so that it was hovering over me. I could feel his length touch my stomach and I gasped as he guided it to my entrance. He had hardly touched me, but it took me by surprise. He chuckled at my reaction and brought his lips to mine.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah. I think so."

I held onto his biceps, anticipating the unavoidable pain as he slowly eased his tip into me. I
winced in pain and he stopped after entering only a couple inches. He stayed there and kissed me meticulously, distracting me from the rest. After I had adjusted and felt no more pain, only pinching, he slid inside me even more. He stopped again as I tried to hold back my groans. It hurt, but I knew he was trying his best. He kissed me again, his tongue now slipping between my lips and I tried to focus on that instead of the pain. He entered me more, this time gaining full access. I let out a small squeal into his mouth and felt a tear drop from my eye.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am. It hurts though."

He kissed my cheek where my tear had fallen, followed my forehead, and then my lips again.

"You're doing great, love. It'll start to feel better soon."

I nodded and felt him pull back a little, and then back in. Each time he did that, it hurt less and less, until it started to kind of feel good. After a while, he was able to move in and out without too much effort and I could tell it was feeling great for him. Each time he slowly thrust, I felt him get a little deeper, but it felt great. I pulled myself up a little to kiss his neck, making him hiss in my ear.

"This is amazing, babe. You're perfect."

I was surprised by his kind words; it wasn't something he would typically say but it was lovely. He moaned, louder this time and I brought my hand up to cover his mouth. This seemed to turn him on more, because he moaned some more but it was muffled by my hand. He picked up a little speed, but it was still slow. The rhythm felt natural and I started to buck my hips to meet his.

"Shit. I'm going to come."

I let my hand free of his mouth so that he could speak and he buried his face in my my neck, growling as his thrusts got sloppy and uncoordinated. Suddenly he stopped, slowly pulling out of me and laying by my side. He kissed my arm and held onto me as he caught his breath. After about a minute, he disappeared under the sheets and I felt him breath against my center again.

"Harry, what are yo-"

"I'm going to finish you off, now. Just be still."

Before I could respond, I felt a finger slip into me, quickly joined by a second. I clawed the sheets as he thrust them in and out at a very fast pace. When his tongue met my sex, I quickly pulled a pillow to my face to stifle my screams. I felt a build up of pleasure in my stomach and within moments, my hips bucked and I moaned one last time as I came undone around his fingers. My body shook in ripples and he resurfaced from the sheets to lay next to me. He pulled me onto his chest and I shut my eyes to rejoin reality.

"Madison, I think I love you."

Now, that was definitely out of character for him, but he was definitely onto something.

"I think I love you, too."

Notes

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