Fear

~Kirsten's P.O.V~

Harry and I were currently bundled in blankets while watching old 80's movies in my room. The door was locked and the windows were covered in drapes for no peeping eyes. I sat in between Harry's legs and he sat propped against the headboard, his tough fingers raking through my hair and massaging blood to my scalp.

"This is my favorite part," Harry mumbled at the ending of The Breakfast Club. Judd Nelson thrust his fist in the air and walked on the dull green grass of the football field until slowly he faded into a black image.

"What the ending? I'll have to disagree," I joked while grabbing the remote to the DVD player.

"No, smart ass," Harry growled playfully in my neck. "The part where he's so happy all he can do throw his fist in the air," he pointed out the obvious.

I giggled at his childish mind and tried to stand from the bed. Harry grabbed my waist forcefully and pulled me back to the bed.

"Stay with me, I'm cold," he whined into my hair. He always commented on the sweet scent of mint that my shampoo gave away.

"I'm just going to change the movie, Harry."

"No," he pouted; his bottom lip poked out and I almost believed he was a child until he began talking in his unusually deep voice.

"But it's cold outside, baby please!" He whined with a kiss to my cheek.

"It's not that cold. Just a breeze s'all," I argued.

"The news said the highest it will be is 37 degrees. I really need you to hold me right now."

I sighed playfully and turned to face him. No noise was made between us but the soft purr of the heating coming through my vents. We snuggled each other under the duvet and our legs were scraping the warmth off one another.

"Can you take off your jeans?" I asked him quietly.

"Isn't that my line?" He asked me cheekily.

My annoyed face gave him a hint to stop with his disgusting jokes. He stripped himself of his black jeans and threw them from under the duvet to the floor behind him.

"Did your mother teach you to throw clothing on the floor?" I asked with a smile.

"When you lock the door every time you enter your bedroom, it's pretty hard for her to see any clothes on the floor," he smiled back.

"Your legs are soft, hairless, and warm; what's your secret?"

"It's called Charming Chicks Into Your Bed Syndrome. Sadly it's not contagious," Harry told me.

"Well that's a shame," I nodded in pretend sympathy. "I really want your legs."

Harry turned to lay on top of me. His small smirk meant he was thinking dirty thoughts of me.

"Since my jeans are off and my shirt is coming off, too, maybe we can do something better than watch an 80's classic?"

I pretended to ponder over his words. "What's better than 80's classics? Oh my God, 90's classics! Harry, babe, you're a genius."

He straddled me in an attempt to pull off his shirt. Once it was on the opposite side of the room his jeans lay, he leaned down to give a soft kiss on the lips. His lips sucked on my bottom lip lightly to distract me from him unbuttoning my shirt.

He fit his growing erection in my vee and started to grind me against him. His lips started to move against mine quicker and I struggled to keep up with him.

He finally unbuttoned my shirt and opened it roughly to reveal my bra covered chest. My bra was a white cheetah print background and black lace around the edges. Harry continued to stare at my chest in excitement.

He kissed the valley between my breasts and left a small trail of saliva on purpose. My hands twisted in his hair and he was encouraged to kiss my breasts under the Victoria Secret barrier.

Harry reached behind my back sneakily like a professional. I didn't like the fact knowing Harry had had sex with other girls but that didn't stop me from moaning his name occasionally.

He unsnapped my bra and my attention was back on him and not on the pleasure.

"What are you doing?" I asked breathless and confused.

He looked into my eyes and shook his head at me. "Just relax and feel it."

"Harry, I don't know if I like this-" he interrupted me.

"You'll love it, I promise, baby," his soothing words lead me to lay on my back once more.

He pulled my arms from shirt and set it in a pile that was going to be a pile of lust by the time me and Harry were done.

He gently let the straps fall down my arms. My breasts were covered in goosebumps from the sudden cold air and my nipples started to stand on there own.

Harry kissed on my left breast once again but this time he focused on the new pink and plump area.

He sucked on my nipple and his tongue drew circles on my areola. He switched to my right breast and started to harshly suck and let go of my nipple causing a pop sound to be heard.

My breathing continued to advance and my moans grew louder and more desperate. Harry bit on both of my nipples and I flinched from the rough gesture. Harry lightly chuckled at my reaction while my face turned the color of a blossomed red rose.

Harry's hand wandered low to my jeans and he immediately stuck his muscular hand down the front and rubbed my swollen opening through my matching Victoria Secret underwear.

I gasped and sat up instinctively and covered my chest with both hands. "What the hell are you doing?!" I asked in shock.

"What?" Harry asked confused as he sat up in front of me.

"You can't just reach down... there!" I shook my head at him.

"Baby, you're just overreacting," Harry brushed me off and leaned in for another kiss to continue our previous actions.

"No! Harry, that's a little too much too quick," I informed him.

"What's so wrong about having sex with me? You love me, right?" He asked.

"Don't try and guilt me into this," I told him dully as I fixed my bra right to cover my exposed area.

"Why do you have to act so prudish all the fucking time?!" Harry finally snapped at me in annoyance.

"Prudish?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes! I'm tired of wanking off! I do so much for you; I watch old movies with you for God sake! I'm usually smoking pot with a beer in my hand laughing with my guys!" He admitted.

"You think because you cuddle with me on a bed and watch old movies with me I'm going to give you my virginity?" I asked putting the pieces together.

He scoffed at my words before standing from the soft cushion. He redressed himself and began walking away to my door.

"Where ya goin'?" I asked him in curiosity. I knew he was leaving but not where he was going.

He never turned to look at my face but talked only a few words before slamming two doors of my empty house.

"To enjoy myself."

Notes

I realize I don't update this anymore and it's not because of the story; I don't get on this website anymore just Wattpad. I do post this on Wattpad and my plan is to upload all of the chapters on Wattpad right now.

I have missed being on here and many people have messaged me. It has been like almost a month ago when they messaged me so don't think I ignored you or anything and if you did message me and are reading this I plan to message you back with an apology and explanation.

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