Mistreated
Bliss
Saturday February 1st
Iris’s POV:
Today is not only our date night, but it’s also Harry’s birthday. I got him the biggest gift I could ever give him. Well, I plan on giving him the biggest gift I could ever get him. I’m kind of nervous about it, and all I can hope is that he likes it. Remember how we planned a date by the pier before, and it got canceled because he was sick? Well, we rescheduled it to today and have really looked forward to it.
Last night was sort of his birthday dinner at his house. It felt amazing to wake up in his arms this morning, surrounded by his warmth and the strong smell of his lovely cologne. We had pancakes with his mom and sister this morning where his mom actually showed me more of his baby pictures. She spared him too much embarrassment though because he wouldn’t stop whining. I’m dating a child.
Now, I’m at home getting changed into an outfit for our date. I had to plan out tonight’s outfit too since Zayn is throwing a party at his place for Harry, and I want to look really nice for that. It must’ve taken me an hour to pick out some clothes. It literally felt like I didn’t have anything to wear.
I finally settled on something that’s bound to keep me warm from the cold winds that are blowing outside today. I decided on a cream jumper that has the silhouette of three black birds and one grey one sitting on a black branch. With that, I wore black skinny jeans, tall grey boots, a matching grey trench coat, and a black scarf with white birds scattered on it. I also curled my hair and for my makeup, I put on the usual mascara, foundation, and blush. Lastly, I put my EOS mint flavored lip balm into my jacket pocket for future use. Overall, I think I look pretty good.
As I took one last glance in the mirror, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID to see Liz’s name on my screen.
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Hey, oh thank God you picked up,” her voice filled with panic.
I chuckled, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“I need a babysitter for my sister,” she stated.
Please don’t tell me she’s asking me. “Okay, and?”
“Will you please, please do it?” she begged. Before I could get a word in, she continued, “My parents and I are going to an important brunch for my father’s work and Dakota canceled on me last minute. Kyle won’t answer his phone, and all of my other friends have something going on. You’re my last chance. If you can’t, that’s fine. I just really wanted to go because he’s getting an award and it’s a proud moment for my family.”
I sighed and thought about it for a minute. How can I say no when I’m her last resort? I feel terrible but at the same time, it’s Harry’s birthday. What’s he going to say when I bring a little girl on our date? My mind is battling itself on what to do and I’m bouncing in my stance impatiently trying to decide. I feel like this is a lose-lose situation. Fuck my life.
“Hey,” I was met with Harry’s dimples at his door. “I thought I was supposed to pick you up.”
“Uh, yeah,” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “About that.”
“Who’s he?” Shelby furrowed her brows as she examined Harry. Confusion washed over him as he glanced at the girl and then to me.
I showed him my teeth and raised my hands, “Surprise?”
Harry actually was okay with me bringing Shelby along once I explained to him about Liz. Lucky for us, he hadn’t packed the picnic basket yet, so Harry and I made sandwiches and packed little containers of snacks to munch on with them as well as bottled water. I had Shelby sit at the counter and color a picture as she waited for us to fully prepare.
After a long discussion, he and I decided that it wouldn’t be best to take Shelby to the pier. Who knows what could happen to her if we weren’t paying attention? She may be seven years old, but I don’t want to to the risk.
Instead, we went to the park Niall had found me crying at. I never did ask him why he was there, but one can assume he was one of the people who sits on the bench to think about life. That or he steals the bread from the ducks. I wouldn’t be surprised with either, really. I never mentioned to Harry about Niall finding me here, but I didn’t think it mattered. I was crying over everything, Niall took me to his house and gave me Kool-Aid, and then we talked about silly things like why people find crocs acceptable. It’s a boring story that Harry doesn’t need to hear since there really is no point.
“Can I go on the swing?” Shelby’s big greenish/grey eyes sparkled as she pointed to the swing set. She’s seriously the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen. Liz says Shelby has a mixture of her mom and dad’s eye colors, which I can see. Her hair was a light brunette, almost blonde color. Liz’s mom likes to style hair, so Shelby’s hair was up in a top bun with a few loose strands dangling from it, a butterfly clip sitting near the bottom of the bun. She wore a green dress with brash colored flowers on it. It’s crazy how a seven-year-old can look so beautiful.
I nodded, “Of course you can.”
“Will you push me?” she batted her eyelashes and rocked her body from side to side.
“I can push you, Shell,” Harry offered.
“It’s Shelby,” she glared.
I curled my lips, trying to hide my smile, “Yeah Harry, get it right.”
“I’ll just do it myself,” the sass was evident in her voice as she turned away from us and skipped to the swings.
“Well, this is the greatest birthday present I could ask for,” he said sarcastically, chuckling a bit as he did so.
I pouted, “I’m sorry. I just felt really bad and-“
“Mercy, it’s okay,” he laughed as he spread a blanket out onto the grass. “You’re very sweet for doing that for Liz.”
“I didn’t want to cancel either,” I added.
“And that, I’m happy for,” he smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Are you guys married?” a high-pitched voice caused me to jump. I turned to find Shelby standing before us, her hands intertwined behind her back. She stands like Harry, aww.
“No,” Harry chuckled.
I pointed to the swings, “I thought you were going to swing.”
She shrugged, “I changed my mind. I’m hungry.”
“Well, we can help you with that,” Harry nodded and sat down on the blanket. Shelby and I joined him on the blanket and watched him pull out all of the things we packed: the sandwiches, the grapes, the potato chips, the pretzel sticks, and the water bottles.
Once we all began eating Shelby started interrogating us again, “Why aren’t you guys married?”
Harry nearly choked on his grape, which made Shelby and I laugh. “Well,” I started. “Harry and I are too young to get married.”
“My mommy and daddy got married when they were young,” she said in between bites of her sandwich.
“Well, then why aren’t you married?” Harry teased.
A look of disgust spread across her face, “Ew. Boys are gross.”
I chuckled, “Then why do you want me to be married to him?”
“Because he’s not a boy anymore,” she popped a chip into her mouth.
Harry leaned close to me so his lips were almost touching my ear, “Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?”
I threw my head back and snickered a little. “I think what Shelby means is that you’re a grown up. Right Shelby?” She nodded vigorously. “See? It just means you don’t have cooties anymore.”
He raised a brow, “Cooties?”
“Cooties are…” I paused to think about it. It’s kind of hard to explain something that is only child logic. “Shelby, what are cooties?”
“Germs,” she said, looking grossed out. “Boys are icky.”
“I agree,” I nodded.
Harry’s jaw dropped to the floor, “Hey. You’re a meanie,” he pouted.
“Not-uh,” I shook my head like a kid.
“Yeah-huh,” he argued.
Shelby giggled, “You guys are silly.”
Harry chuckled and poked her cheek, “I think you are silly.”
“No. I’m done with my sandwich,” she announced, already distracted from our conversation.
“You didn’t eat the crust,” I laughed.
“They are gross,” she shook her head. She seems to find a lot of things gross.
I laughed, “Well, I know a few friends that’ll eat them.”
“Who?” her eyes grew big, as did her smile.
“The ducks,” I beamed. “Wanna go feed them?”
She nodded and jumped to her feet with the crusts in her hands, “Let’s go!”
We spent a couple of hours at the park, trying to use up all of her energy. We spent a few minutes feeding the ducks our leftover bread, Harry finally pushed her on the swing, and he also went on the slide with her. It was funny to watch him slide down the slide because all of the kids in the park were so awestricken by him. He was a popular guy since they all wanted to watch him slide or have him slide down with them. Not once did he object to them, following all of their instructions. It was the cutest sight.
Eventually Shelby got bored from the playground and skipped back over to me as Harry continued to play with the other kids. I took out my iPod and handed it to her to pick a song for us to listen to. The only song she knew that was on there was “Hello” by Martin Solveig & Dragonette, so she picked that.
I started head banging to the beat, making her giggle uncontrollably. I stood up from the ground and pulled her up with me to jump to the music. We did silly dances like the robot, fist pumping, and chopping the air with our hands. We laughed as we had a blast looking like dorks. Harry was able to escape the other kids to come join the fun. He picked me up off the ground and spun in a few circles which made Shelby want a turn. He spun her around a little and then placed her on his back for a piggyback ride. He jumped to the beat as he held her and I did twirls and leaps around them.
I can’t help but notice the bliss I feel in this moment. This is something I’ll cherish every day for as long as I live. This could be Harry, me and our future kid someday. Maybe Shelby’s onto something: Harry and I could possibly be married someday. I know I’ve thought about it before, but hearing it from someone else, even if she is young, just sounds so right.
After a little while longer of dancing to other songs, Liz called and told me she was home and we could bring Shelby back. Shelby made me sit in the back seat with her as Harry drove us there. She laid across the seats and rested her head in my lap to relax her body and fall asleep. I stroked her shoulder and spoke softly whenever Harry needed further instructions.
The thing is, Liz’s father is a very successful businessman, so Harry was surprised when we pulled up to a heavily guarded house. Liz’s real name is Wendy Beckett. She pretends to be Elizabeth Foster at school so no one knows who she is. It works because she hardly goes out in public with her parents, and when she does, she wears a realistic brunette wig and wears heavy makeup so she’s unrecognizable. Paparazzi doesn't usually follow them since her father isn't famous, just rich, so it makes it slightly easier for her. She claims no one at the school would even know or care who she is anyways, but she hides her identity for the sake of having a regular school life. It's interesting how someone with such an amazing life like her's gets bullied at school.
How did no one recognize Shelby? Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are. No one even hinted it was her, and maybe that’s because she was with Harry and I. Who knows?
After dropping Shelby off and meeting her parents, Harry took me home to get ready for the party. I changed into a short blue swing dress that had spaghetti straps. The straps and the back of the dress were black, so I wore matching black heels. Of course, my hair was already curled, so I just left it the way it was. I painted my nails with glittery silver nail polish that was called “Valley of Ashes.” It’s probably called that due to the smoky grey specks that appear in it.
Harry has started wearing nicer things for whenever we’d go out on date, so he decided to wear something nice for his party. He settled on a fancy white button up shirt, regular skinny jeans, and white Vans. I have to say, my boyfriend has to be the most handsome man on the planet. I’m a proud girl.
This was the first time I was going to a party as just me and not Clarissa, so I couldn’t help but feel nervous about it. You never know what could come of this. Still, I proudly strolled up to the party hand-in-hand with the sexy birthday boy. We entered Zayn’s house and received cheers from the crowd of people that were already there.
“Flow-uh!” Niall slurred as he held his beer up high.
I giggled and shouted, “Porky!” Harry and I walked over to the group to chat with them for a bit.
“Wanna hit?” Louis handed me a bong with a smirk on his face.
“Hell yeah,” I snatched it from him. I was experienced enough to light it myself and suck in the smoke without any trouble. I shaped my mouth in an ‘o’ as I slowly blew the smoke out. The crowd cheered when I stuck my hand in the air and shouted. After a few more hits, and a shot that Zayn convinced me to take, I pulled Harry away from his friends and pulled him into the living room where people were dancing. “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 was playing when we walked in.
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints
Out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
I placed Harry’s hands on my hips and swayed them to the music. I bit my lip and examined his reaction as I continued to move with the beat. He was surprised at first, but he eventually pulled me closer to him and swayed along with me.
Tight jeans, double D's makin' me go [whistles],
I slapped his leg and squeezed his pecks before shooting him a wink, making him chuckle.
All the people on the street know [whistles],
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go [whistles],
All the people on the street know [whistles],
I turned around and pushed myself into him, twerking my ass against his crotch as I bent over. I slowly pulled myself up and threw my head back so it laid on his shoulder as I continued to sway my hips to the music to the beat.
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight (to knock them down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
to knock them down
I turned around and lightly placed my hand on his shoulder and began twirling around him, throwing a few hair flips in here and there. At the last line, I pushed him backwards a little and walked away to go take another hit off of the bong, making him shake his head and laugh.
We danced to a few other songs and ate some cake before we called it a night. He only had one drink because he still had to get us home and try to go unnoticed by his mother who we’re hoping will be asleep by the time we get back.
I was surprised my mom is actually allowing me to “spend the night at Perrie’s” when I spent the night at “Dakota’s” last night. Wow, I’m kind of a horrible daughter. Oh well, me sneaking around doesn’t make me any different than any other teenager.
Once we got to his place, we noticed all of the lights were off, indicating that his mom and sister were already in bed. Thank God. When we walked into his room, he walked straight over to his bed and immediately fell to his back onto it. I took this as my chance to give him his present. Here goes nothing.
I pulled my straps down my shoulders and allowed my dress to fall to my ankles, leaving me in just my lacey black strapless bra and matching bottoms. I watched as Harry’s eyes widened and he sat himself up so he was leaning his back against the headboard of his bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I promise you it’s still me,” I bit my lip. “I just think I’m finally ready to, you know, give myself to you.”
He shook his head, “Are you sure you’re not drunk or anything?”
I giggled, “I had one shot. Besides, you said yourself before, even when I’m high, I know very well what I’m doing. If anything, I’m just more relaxed about it.” I walked over to him and climbed onto his bed, towering myself over him.
“We don’t have to do this, Angel,” he caressed my cheek as he gazed softly into my eyes. “I’d wait forever for you.”
“I know,” I smiled. I slowly inched forward and pressed my lips to his. I’m not going to lie, I’m uncomfortable with this, but I feel like I made him wait long enough. He’s just so good to me, and I feel like I don’t give him enough. I trust he won’t hurt me, and if I had sex with anyone, I’m glad it’s with him. I’m willing to do this. I want to do this.
I slid my tongue into his mouth and began exploring it as I began to unbutton his shirt. One of his hands tangled in my hair as the other squeezed my bare waist as our lips moved in sync. I straddled him once I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed his shirt off. He swiftly flipped us over, making me release a squeal and laugh from my lips. He left me for a minute to unbutton his pants and push them off before climbing back onto me, connecting his lips with my neck and making me moan as he found my sweet spot just below my ear. He pulled away to test my reaction as he rocked his hips into mine. My breath caught as I felt a wave of pleasure down there. I like this?
He scooted away from me, sitting himself against the headboard again. He patted his lap, “Come here.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as I crawled towards him.
“Angel, I can tell you’re uncomfortable, so I figured we’d try something where neither of us have to remove anymore clothing,” he explained. “Just trust me.” We don’t have to remove clothing to have sex? Since when?
Even though I was puzzled, I lowered myself onto his lap. He let out a sharp breath as my crotch met his hard member. I think I know what he’s about to have me do.
“Now bounce up and down,” he instructed as cupped my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I nodded and complied, using my legs to force myself up and down. The returning pleasure felt amazing as I kept ramming myself onto him. Harry’s hands roamed up and down my thighs as his lips met my collarbone.
“Harry,” I moaned. Embarrassment flooded through me. What if that was such a turn-off? Why did I just do that? I relaxed when Harry groaned my name in response, making the pleasure even more powerful.
His hands traced up my bare back before he pulled me closer into him and began lifting up his hips to meet with mine. My stomach began getting a weird feeling, causing my body to react by bouncing faster. I threw my head back as the feeling got stronger and stronger.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Oh fuck. Harry!” I shouted as the feeling bursted through me, and I continued bouncing until the feeling was over. When I was finished, I laid my forehead onto his shoulder as I tried catching my breath.
He laughed against my neck and panted, “Not bad.”
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I admitted.
“That was dry humping,” he clarified. “You just had your first orgasm.”
“I did it,” I pulled back and smiled as I played with his curls.
He nodded, “Yes you did.”
“And I liked it,” I giggled, my cheeks flushing at my own words.
“Good,” he kissed the tip of my nose.
“Thank you, Harry,” my expression became serious. “For respecting that I wasn’t ready.”
He smiled, “Like I said before, I’ll wait for you forever.”
“You’re amazing,” I whispered and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “Happy birthday, Babe. Hope you liked your present,” I chuckled.
“You are the best present I could ever ask for,” he said as his thumbs traced my cheekbones. “Now, I need to change my boxers. See what you do to me?” He slid me off of him to reveal his damp boxers. I caused him to do that? I didn’t realize I could make that happen.
I blushed and giggled as he shuffled over to his dresser. He pulled out new boxers and tossed me his t-shirt. He went into the bathroom and cleaned up as I slipped his t-shirt over my head. I inhaled his scent as I buried myself under his covers and closed my eyes. I just kind of/sort of had sex with Harry and I’m still happy as ever. Intimacy isn’t as bad as I expected it to be. Maybe next time we can go all the way.
The bed dipped next to me and a warm body pressed itself against mine. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me into him as he rested his head onto mine.
“Night, Love,” he whispered.
“Night Babe,” I replied. Wait, did he just call me ‘Love’?
Iris’s POV:
Today is not only our date night, but it’s also Harry’s birthday. I got him the biggest gift I could ever give him. Well, I plan on giving him the biggest gift I could ever get him. I’m kind of nervous about it, and all I can hope is that he likes it. Remember how we planned a date by the pier before, and it got canceled because he was sick? Well, we rescheduled it to today and have really looked forward to it.
Last night was sort of his birthday dinner at his house. It felt amazing to wake up in his arms this morning, surrounded by his warmth and the strong smell of his lovely cologne. We had pancakes with his mom and sister this morning where his mom actually showed me more of his baby pictures. She spared him too much embarrassment though because he wouldn’t stop whining. I’m dating a child.
Now, I’m at home getting changed into an outfit for our date. I had to plan out tonight’s outfit too since Zayn is throwing a party at his place for Harry, and I want to look really nice for that. It must’ve taken me an hour to pick out some clothes. It literally felt like I didn’t have anything to wear.
I finally settled on something that’s bound to keep me warm from the cold winds that are blowing outside today. I decided on a cream jumper that has the silhouette of three black birds and one grey one sitting on a black branch. With that, I wore black skinny jeans, tall grey boots, a matching grey trench coat, and a black scarf with white birds scattered on it. I also curled my hair and for my makeup, I put on the usual mascara, foundation, and blush. Lastly, I put my EOS mint flavored lip balm into my jacket pocket for future use. Overall, I think I look pretty good.
As I took one last glance in the mirror, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID to see Liz’s name on my screen.
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Hey, oh thank God you picked up,” her voice filled with panic.
I chuckled, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“I need a babysitter for my sister,” she stated.
Please don’t tell me she’s asking me. “Okay, and?”
“Will you please, please do it?” she begged. Before I could get a word in, she continued, “My parents and I are going to an important brunch for my father’s work and Dakota canceled on me last minute. Kyle won’t answer his phone, and all of my other friends have something going on. You’re my last chance. If you can’t, that’s fine. I just really wanted to go because he’s getting an award and it’s a proud moment for my family.”
I sighed and thought about it for a minute. How can I say no when I’m her last resort? I feel terrible but at the same time, it’s Harry’s birthday. What’s he going to say when I bring a little girl on our date? My mind is battling itself on what to do and I’m bouncing in my stance impatiently trying to decide. I feel like this is a lose-lose situation. Fuck my life.
“Hey,” I was met with Harry’s dimples at his door. “I thought I was supposed to pick you up.”
“Uh, yeah,” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “About that.”
“Who’s he?” Shelby furrowed her brows as she examined Harry. Confusion washed over him as he glanced at the girl and then to me.
I showed him my teeth and raised my hands, “Surprise?”
Harry actually was okay with me bringing Shelby along once I explained to him about Liz. Lucky for us, he hadn’t packed the picnic basket yet, so Harry and I made sandwiches and packed little containers of snacks to munch on with them as well as bottled water. I had Shelby sit at the counter and color a picture as she waited for us to fully prepare.
After a long discussion, he and I decided that it wouldn’t be best to take Shelby to the pier. Who knows what could happen to her if we weren’t paying attention? She may be seven years old, but I don’t want to to the risk.
Instead, we went to the park Niall had found me crying at. I never did ask him why he was there, but one can assume he was one of the people who sits on the bench to think about life. That or he steals the bread from the ducks. I wouldn’t be surprised with either, really. I never mentioned to Harry about Niall finding me here, but I didn’t think it mattered. I was crying over everything, Niall took me to his house and gave me Kool-Aid, and then we talked about silly things like why people find crocs acceptable. It’s a boring story that Harry doesn’t need to hear since there really is no point.
“Can I go on the swing?” Shelby’s big greenish/grey eyes sparkled as she pointed to the swing set. She’s seriously the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen. Liz says Shelby has a mixture of her mom and dad’s eye colors, which I can see. Her hair was a light brunette, almost blonde color. Liz’s mom likes to style hair, so Shelby’s hair was up in a top bun with a few loose strands dangling from it, a butterfly clip sitting near the bottom of the bun. She wore a green dress with brash colored flowers on it. It’s crazy how a seven-year-old can look so beautiful.
I nodded, “Of course you can.”
“Will you push me?” she batted her eyelashes and rocked her body from side to side.
“I can push you, Shell,” Harry offered.
“It’s Shelby,” she glared.
I curled my lips, trying to hide my smile, “Yeah Harry, get it right.”
“I’ll just do it myself,” the sass was evident in her voice as she turned away from us and skipped to the swings.
“Well, this is the greatest birthday present I could ask for,” he said sarcastically, chuckling a bit as he did so.
I pouted, “I’m sorry. I just felt really bad and-“
“Mercy, it’s okay,” he laughed as he spread a blanket out onto the grass. “You’re very sweet for doing that for Liz.”
“I didn’t want to cancel either,” I added.
“And that, I’m happy for,” he smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Are you guys married?” a high-pitched voice caused me to jump. I turned to find Shelby standing before us, her hands intertwined behind her back. She stands like Harry, aww.
“No,” Harry chuckled.
I pointed to the swings, “I thought you were going to swing.”
She shrugged, “I changed my mind. I’m hungry.”
“Well, we can help you with that,” Harry nodded and sat down on the blanket. Shelby and I joined him on the blanket and watched him pull out all of the things we packed: the sandwiches, the grapes, the potato chips, the pretzel sticks, and the water bottles.
Once we all began eating Shelby started interrogating us again, “Why aren’t you guys married?”
Harry nearly choked on his grape, which made Shelby and I laugh. “Well,” I started. “Harry and I are too young to get married.”
“My mommy and daddy got married when they were young,” she said in between bites of her sandwich.
“Well, then why aren’t you married?” Harry teased.
A look of disgust spread across her face, “Ew. Boys are gross.”
I chuckled, “Then why do you want me to be married to him?”
“Because he’s not a boy anymore,” she popped a chip into her mouth.
Harry leaned close to me so his lips were almost touching my ear, “Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?”
I threw my head back and snickered a little. “I think what Shelby means is that you’re a grown up. Right Shelby?” She nodded vigorously. “See? It just means you don’t have cooties anymore.”
He raised a brow, “Cooties?”
“Cooties are…” I paused to think about it. It’s kind of hard to explain something that is only child logic. “Shelby, what are cooties?”
“Germs,” she said, looking grossed out. “Boys are icky.”
“I agree,” I nodded.
Harry’s jaw dropped to the floor, “Hey. You’re a meanie,” he pouted.
“Not-uh,” I shook my head like a kid.
“Yeah-huh,” he argued.
Shelby giggled, “You guys are silly.”
Harry chuckled and poked her cheek, “I think you are silly.”
“No. I’m done with my sandwich,” she announced, already distracted from our conversation.
“You didn’t eat the crust,” I laughed.
“They are gross,” she shook her head. She seems to find a lot of things gross.
I laughed, “Well, I know a few friends that’ll eat them.”
“Who?” her eyes grew big, as did her smile.
“The ducks,” I beamed. “Wanna go feed them?”
She nodded and jumped to her feet with the crusts in her hands, “Let’s go!”
We spent a couple of hours at the park, trying to use up all of her energy. We spent a few minutes feeding the ducks our leftover bread, Harry finally pushed her on the swing, and he also went on the slide with her. It was funny to watch him slide down the slide because all of the kids in the park were so awestricken by him. He was a popular guy since they all wanted to watch him slide or have him slide down with them. Not once did he object to them, following all of their instructions. It was the cutest sight.
Eventually Shelby got bored from the playground and skipped back over to me as Harry continued to play with the other kids. I took out my iPod and handed it to her to pick a song for us to listen to. The only song she knew that was on there was “Hello” by Martin Solveig & Dragonette, so she picked that.
I started head banging to the beat, making her giggle uncontrollably. I stood up from the ground and pulled her up with me to jump to the music. We did silly dances like the robot, fist pumping, and chopping the air with our hands. We laughed as we had a blast looking like dorks. Harry was able to escape the other kids to come join the fun. He picked me up off the ground and spun in a few circles which made Shelby want a turn. He spun her around a little and then placed her on his back for a piggyback ride. He jumped to the beat as he held her and I did twirls and leaps around them.
I can’t help but notice the bliss I feel in this moment. This is something I’ll cherish every day for as long as I live. This could be Harry, me and our future kid someday. Maybe Shelby’s onto something: Harry and I could possibly be married someday. I know I’ve thought about it before, but hearing it from someone else, even if she is young, just sounds so right.
After a little while longer of dancing to other songs, Liz called and told me she was home and we could bring Shelby back. Shelby made me sit in the back seat with her as Harry drove us there. She laid across the seats and rested her head in my lap to relax her body and fall asleep. I stroked her shoulder and spoke softly whenever Harry needed further instructions.
The thing is, Liz’s father is a very successful businessman, so Harry was surprised when we pulled up to a heavily guarded house. Liz’s real name is Wendy Beckett. She pretends to be Elizabeth Foster at school so no one knows who she is. It works because she hardly goes out in public with her parents, and when she does, she wears a realistic brunette wig and wears heavy makeup so she’s unrecognizable. Paparazzi doesn't usually follow them since her father isn't famous, just rich, so it makes it slightly easier for her. She claims no one at the school would even know or care who she is anyways, but she hides her identity for the sake of having a regular school life. It's interesting how someone with such an amazing life like her's gets bullied at school.
How did no one recognize Shelby? Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are. No one even hinted it was her, and maybe that’s because she was with Harry and I. Who knows?
After dropping Shelby off and meeting her parents, Harry took me home to get ready for the party. I changed into a short blue swing dress that had spaghetti straps. The straps and the back of the dress were black, so I wore matching black heels. Of course, my hair was already curled, so I just left it the way it was. I painted my nails with glittery silver nail polish that was called “Valley of Ashes.” It’s probably called that due to the smoky grey specks that appear in it.
Harry has started wearing nicer things for whenever we’d go out on date, so he decided to wear something nice for his party. He settled on a fancy white button up shirt, regular skinny jeans, and white Vans. I have to say, my boyfriend has to be the most handsome man on the planet. I’m a proud girl.
This was the first time I was going to a party as just me and not Clarissa, so I couldn’t help but feel nervous about it. You never know what could come of this. Still, I proudly strolled up to the party hand-in-hand with the sexy birthday boy. We entered Zayn’s house and received cheers from the crowd of people that were already there.
“Flow-uh!” Niall slurred as he held his beer up high.
I giggled and shouted, “Porky!” Harry and I walked over to the group to chat with them for a bit.
“Wanna hit?” Louis handed me a bong with a smirk on his face.
“Hell yeah,” I snatched it from him. I was experienced enough to light it myself and suck in the smoke without any trouble. I shaped my mouth in an ‘o’ as I slowly blew the smoke out. The crowd cheered when I stuck my hand in the air and shouted. After a few more hits, and a shot that Zayn convinced me to take, I pulled Harry away from his friends and pulled him into the living room where people were dancing. “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 was playing when we walked in.
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints
Out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
I placed Harry’s hands on my hips and swayed them to the music. I bit my lip and examined his reaction as I continued to move with the beat. He was surprised at first, but he eventually pulled me closer to him and swayed along with me.
Tight jeans, double D's makin' me go [whistles],
I slapped his leg and squeezed his pecks before shooting him a wink, making him chuckle.
All the people on the street know [whistles],
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go [whistles],
All the people on the street know [whistles],
I turned around and pushed myself into him, twerking my ass against his crotch as I bent over. I slowly pulled myself up and threw my head back so it laid on his shoulder as I continued to sway my hips to the music to the beat.
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight (to knock them down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
to knock them down
I turned around and lightly placed my hand on his shoulder and began twirling around him, throwing a few hair flips in here and there. At the last line, I pushed him backwards a little and walked away to go take another hit off of the bong, making him shake his head and laugh.
We danced to a few other songs and ate some cake before we called it a night. He only had one drink because he still had to get us home and try to go unnoticed by his mother who we’re hoping will be asleep by the time we get back.
I was surprised my mom is actually allowing me to “spend the night at Perrie’s” when I spent the night at “Dakota’s” last night. Wow, I’m kind of a horrible daughter. Oh well, me sneaking around doesn’t make me any different than any other teenager.
Once we got to his place, we noticed all of the lights were off, indicating that his mom and sister were already in bed. Thank God. When we walked into his room, he walked straight over to his bed and immediately fell to his back onto it. I took this as my chance to give him his present. Here goes nothing.
I pulled my straps down my shoulders and allowed my dress to fall to my ankles, leaving me in just my lacey black strapless bra and matching bottoms. I watched as Harry’s eyes widened and he sat himself up so he was leaning his back against the headboard of his bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I promise you it’s still me,” I bit my lip. “I just think I’m finally ready to, you know, give myself to you.”
He shook his head, “Are you sure you’re not drunk or anything?”
I giggled, “I had one shot. Besides, you said yourself before, even when I’m high, I know very well what I’m doing. If anything, I’m just more relaxed about it.” I walked over to him and climbed onto his bed, towering myself over him.
“We don’t have to do this, Angel,” he caressed my cheek as he gazed softly into my eyes. “I’d wait forever for you.”
“I know,” I smiled. I slowly inched forward and pressed my lips to his. I’m not going to lie, I’m uncomfortable with this, but I feel like I made him wait long enough. He’s just so good to me, and I feel like I don’t give him enough. I trust he won’t hurt me, and if I had sex with anyone, I’m glad it’s with him. I’m willing to do this. I want to do this.
I slid my tongue into his mouth and began exploring it as I began to unbutton his shirt. One of his hands tangled in my hair as the other squeezed my bare waist as our lips moved in sync. I straddled him once I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed his shirt off. He swiftly flipped us over, making me release a squeal and laugh from my lips. He left me for a minute to unbutton his pants and push them off before climbing back onto me, connecting his lips with my neck and making me moan as he found my sweet spot just below my ear. He pulled away to test my reaction as he rocked his hips into mine. My breath caught as I felt a wave of pleasure down there. I like this?
He scooted away from me, sitting himself against the headboard again. He patted his lap, “Come here.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as I crawled towards him.
“Angel, I can tell you’re uncomfortable, so I figured we’d try something where neither of us have to remove anymore clothing,” he explained. “Just trust me.” We don’t have to remove clothing to have sex? Since when?
Even though I was puzzled, I lowered myself onto his lap. He let out a sharp breath as my crotch met his hard member. I think I know what he’s about to have me do.
“Now bounce up and down,” he instructed as cupped my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I nodded and complied, using my legs to force myself up and down. The returning pleasure felt amazing as I kept ramming myself onto him. Harry’s hands roamed up and down my thighs as his lips met my collarbone.
“Harry,” I moaned. Embarrassment flooded through me. What if that was such a turn-off? Why did I just do that? I relaxed when Harry groaned my name in response, making the pleasure even more powerful.
His hands traced up my bare back before he pulled me closer into him and began lifting up his hips to meet with mine. My stomach began getting a weird feeling, causing my body to react by bouncing faster. I threw my head back as the feeling got stronger and stronger.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Oh fuck. Harry!” I shouted as the feeling bursted through me, and I continued bouncing until the feeling was over. When I was finished, I laid my forehead onto his shoulder as I tried catching my breath.
He laughed against my neck and panted, “Not bad.”
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I admitted.
“That was dry humping,” he clarified. “You just had your first orgasm.”
“I did it,” I pulled back and smiled as I played with his curls.
He nodded, “Yes you did.”
“And I liked it,” I giggled, my cheeks flushing at my own words.
“Good,” he kissed the tip of my nose.
“Thank you, Harry,” my expression became serious. “For respecting that I wasn’t ready.”
He smiled, “Like I said before, I’ll wait for you forever.”
“You’re amazing,” I whispered and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “Happy birthday, Babe. Hope you liked your present,” I chuckled.
“You are the best present I could ever ask for,” he said as his thumbs traced my cheekbones. “Now, I need to change my boxers. See what you do to me?” He slid me off of him to reveal his damp boxers. I caused him to do that? I didn’t realize I could make that happen.
I blushed and giggled as he shuffled over to his dresser. He pulled out new boxers and tossed me his t-shirt. He went into the bathroom and cleaned up as I slipped his t-shirt over my head. I inhaled his scent as I buried myself under his covers and closed my eyes. I just kind of/sort of had sex with Harry and I’m still happy as ever. Intimacy isn’t as bad as I expected it to be. Maybe next time we can go all the way.
The bed dipped next to me and a warm body pressed itself against mine. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me into him as he rested his head onto mine.
“Night, Love,” he whispered.
“Night Babe,” I replied. Wait, did he just call me ‘Love’?
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