When I wake up in the morning my thoughts float back to last night. It was definitely amusing to see Harry a bit tipsy. He acts like a kid and it's adorable. I open my eyes and look out into the room, apparently facing away from Harry. I become aware of his arm around my waist and I shuffle backwards a bit so my back is against his chest. He sighs and tightens his hold on me, hugging me tighter against him while his leg manoeuvres between mine.

"Harry?" I whisper. Nothing. I guess he's still sleeping. I need to know what time it is because unfortunately we still have school and I need to get ready. I guess another five or ten minutes can't hurt.

I align my hand with his, playing with his fingers lightly so he won't wake up. Harry said so many things last night; he thinks I don't really want to be with him, that it's just physical for me. He also said he wants to take me out of town so we can do something like a normal couple. The thought of that makes me smile; I would absolutely love to be able to walk around in public with Harry, holding hands and being open about our relationships. Or...whatever this is.

I'm starting to think that maybe I need to start sacrificing some things for him. He's risking so much for me and he's been so incredible. I need to do something for him as well. If he's going to put so much on the line for the slight chance that this can work, I should give him what he wants: me. A commitment. Being officially together and calling this an actual relationship. I know that he's serious about me and I've never felt this way before so that makes sense. I'm still terrified of this, but I guess just putting a label on what we have isn't a huge deal, right? It's the least I can do.

"Stop thinking so loud," Harry says suddenly, kissing the back of my neck. I laugh and he traps my fingers with his. "Good morning."

"Do you know your voice is different in the morning?" I ask. He sighs against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Never really thought about it," he says. I would sleep with him every night just to hear that in the morning. "What are you thinking about?"

"How do you know I was thinking?"

"Weren't you?"

"Well yeah, but how could you tell? You didn't even know if I was awake."

"But I did. Unless you were asleep when you said my name a few minutes ago." Oh, so he was awake. "I just wanted to see what you would do. I thought you might try to escape."

I squirm around in his arms and turn to face him. His eyes are still closed but he pulls me closer again regardless. I wrap my leg around his and wait for him to look at me. His lips pull up into a lazy smile and he gently rubs his nose against my forehead.

"Why would I run away?" I ask quietly. He stops moving and I put my arm under his and around his waist.

"We said lots of things last night. I thought maybe it was too much for you." He inhales deeply and presses his lips to my forehead. "But you're still here," he whispers, more to himself than to me it sounds like.

"Do you trust me?" I ask suddenly. Why is he so convinced that I'm going to leave? He opens his eyes and looks down at me with a serious expression.

"What?"

"Do you? Why do you think I'm going to leave?"

"Savannah, I trust you. I just know that this all scares you and sometimes I'm not sure how you're going to react. Last weekend you ran out of here in the morning, so it's not that far fetched for me to think it might happen again."

"I'm not leaving," I say quietly. He smiles and rolls us over so he's on top of me. "We barely spent any time together this week and I missed you so much I don't even understand it. Trust me, I'm not going anywhere. I couldn't if I wanted to."

"No more running away?" he asks, teasing me and smiling down at me. I shake my head, smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck. "That makes me kind of happy."

"Kind of?"

"Yeah, just a little."

"Wow," I laugh. I push him off of me and he laughs as I get up, pulling my shirt down over my backside. When I look back to glare at him he's just watching me, one hand behind his head and one knee pulled up under the sheets. His upper half is exposed and I can't help but stare a little too long.

"Quit objectifying me," he says, smirking at me. "I'm feeling quite exposed."

"Then cover yourself," I counter, backing towards the bathroom. "And stop being so perfect." I can hear him laugh as I shut the door, leaning back against it to gather myself. I look up at the mirror, smiling and looking genuinely happy. That's not a usual thing for me.

I pull my hair back into a braid and fix up my makeup as best I can with the lack of tools I have to use. I brush my teeth as well and walk back into the room for my phone. I probably should have told Mason I wasn't coming home last night. Oh well. I look back at Harry, still uncovered and looking sexy as ever. He motions for me to come to him and my insides just melt. I hit Mason's name and hold the phone to my ear as I crawl onto the bed, throwing my leg over to the other side of him and sitting on his waist.

"Sav? Good to know you're alive."

"Good morning to you to," I greet, rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't come home but don't bother lecturing me about it."

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"I can't tell you." Before he can protest I continue with my purpose for calling him in the first place. "Can you bring my school bag with you? And throw in some deodorant and perfume and maybe some mascara."

"Are you serious?"

"Pleeeease Mason," I beg. Harry smiles and puts his hands on my legs, slowly getting closer and closer to the top of my thighs. I bite my lip and put my hand on one of his, meaning to stop him but not really having the motivation to.

"Fine. Don't be late, alright?"

"I won't. Thank you." I hang up and toss my phone onto the bed beside me, lifting Harry's hands from my legs and lacing our fingers together between us. I look to the side at Harry's alarm clock to check the time and almost have a heart attack.

"We're going to be late!" I exclaim. I try to move away from Harry but he tightens his grip on my hands and pulls me down towards his body. "I'm serious, you should get ready."

He rolls his head to the side to look at the clock, casually shrugging and pulling me down more. I give in and let my body fall on top of his.

"We've got some time," he says, sliding his hands down my arms to my body. He fists the shirt of his that I'm wearing and I raise my eyebrows. "I want this back." He smiles deviously as he starts to lift it a little.

"Right now?" I ask quietly. He looks down at my lips and nods his head. He thinks he's teasing me...so I won't give him the reaction he's expecting. Instead I sit up and pull the shirt over my head, holding it in front of me. "Here."

His mouth drops open and slowly turns to a smile as he eyes rake over my body. I've still got my bra and underwear on, so it's not that big of a deal. I sit there and wait for him to take the shirt, not showing any reaction whatsoever. Then I realize he's never actually seen me like this. My bra, yes. Almost naked? Not so much. I squeal when he suddenly flips me over, now hovering over me with one hand on either side of my face.

"Well played," he congratulates. I laugh and put my hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips to mine. I sit up a little and meet him halfway, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down with me. His body lowers onto mine and the feeling of his skin against my bare body is just...indescribable. I arch my back to get him closer and he detects the movement, sliding his hand under my back to hold me there.

My tongue pushes into his mouth and he moans lightly at the new contact. I tangle one hand into his hair and one of his large hands cups my breast. Our mouths move desperately together and all air escapes me, leaving me gasping when he starts to kiss down my neck. I frown to myself when I realize that Harry and I haven't really done much together. We make out a lot obviously, but he's been a complete gentleman. One time when I was here last week we were drinking and we both got a little tipsy and he ended up fingering me, but that's the only time things have ever gone further than kissing. The strangest part is that as much as I want to, kissing is also enough for me. I've never experience that before. Whenever I kiss him that's all I can think about, it's not just something to lead to sex. It's actually nice.

I inhale sharply when the skin under his mouth gets really sensitive. He kisses the spot a few times gently. Seriously. Now I'm going to have a hickey to explain to my brother. Before I can scold him his mouth is back on mine and I completely forget my complaints. I feel his fingers hook into the band of my panties and slowly start to slide them off. Oh boy.

Harry's kisses trail down my neck again, but instead of stopping there he continues to my chest, kissing all along my collarbone and moving down in between my breasts. As he goes further down my body so does my underwear, now reaching my knees. I bite my lip and watch as he kisses my stomach, moving painfully slowly. When he passes my belly button my back arches reflexively and I can feel him smile against my skin. He looks up at me and I smile nervously. The last time I was this nervous with a guy was probably when I lost my virginity...and even then I honestly wasn't even that nervous. Right now my heart is racing and I have butterflies in my stomach. I nod in encouragement and he smiles at me as he lowers his face back to my skin. He gets lower and lower and just when I think he's going to give me what I want, he skips down to my thighs. I exhale in frustration and he spreads my legs for me. He begins to leave gentle kisses over the inner skin of my right leg, getting painfully close before going to the next one.

"Harry," I breathe, trying my best not to whine. "You're going to drive me crazy."

He chuckles and I feel his warm breath over my centre. I gasp at the sensation and it turns to a whimper when I feel his mouth over my core. His tongue darts around in places I didn't even know existed and I swear I've never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. I can't quiet myself, the feeling far too overwhelming for me to handle. My breath comes out in short spurts, the air littered with my moaning, Harry's name and occasional cussing.

"I'm close," I whisper between pants. He hums in response and my hips buck forward a little at the feeling of the vibrations his mouth creates. I attempt to clamp my legs shut in a natural reaction but Harry instead spreads them wider, giving him more access. The burning sensation in the pit of my stomach explodes and I cry out. He continues working against me with his tongue while I get to my peak and come down again, my body twitching while I continually cry out and fist the sheets on either side of me. When it's over I feel exhausted in the best way possible, panting and smiling. He licks his lips as he brings his body back over mine, an action that sends my body into a frenzy once again. He pulls my panties back up my legs to cover me. He's so sweet, so considerate. It's amazing.

He stares down at me tenderly, smile on his face while I attempt to slow my breathing.

"I think I might need to shower now," I say, laughing a little. He smiles wider and leans down to kiss me for a moment. It's a gentle and loving kiss and it makes me feel even more weak. I definitely feel like his right now. "That was amazing," I breathe when he pulls away.

"You're amazing," he counters, caressing my cheek. I blush and he kisses me once more before pulling me to my feet. "If we're going to shower we better be quick about it."

"We?" I ask, following him to the bathroom. He laughs and flicks the light on.

"I was kidding. You can go first." He releases my hand and turns on the shower for me. He proceeds to take out a clean towel. "Oh, hold on." He runs out of the room and goes downstairs. I watch in confusion and when he comes back up he's got a bag in his hands.

"What is that?" I ask.

"This is all the stuff you brought me last weekend," he explains, pulling the familiar bottles out. "I don't have any shampoo or anything for women so I figure if you don't want to smell like me then you could just use this."

"What's wrong with smelling like you?" I joke, picking up one of the bottles.

"Oh nothing, I would love for you to smell like me. It would let all the boys know you already have a man." He smirks and pulls my body to his. "But it could be a bit weird for someone to notice you smell like your teacher."

"How do other people know what you smell like?"

"I have no idea, but somehow they do. I've had a few compliments from other students." He laughs at the memory and my mouth drops open. "What?"

"Literally every girl in our school is in love with you," I groan, leaning my forehead on his shoulder. He just laughs. "It's not funny! It's so awkward to have Madi sitting next to me telling me what she wants to do to you in detention."

"That's weird," he says, not laughing anymore. I laugh now and kiss his cheek. "Okay, be quick. I need to shower too."

He kisses me quickly and steps out of the bathroom. I pull my hair out of the braid and quickly step into the shower. I use some of my stuff to make sure I don't smell like Harry and have a record-breaking fast shower. When I get out I get dressed and work through my hair with my fingers. Mason better remember to at least get me some mascara, because now I'm makeup-less. I step out of the room and am about to tell Harry he can go in, but he's no where to be found. The scent of coffee drifts through my senses and I make my way downstairs. He's leaning against the counter still in his boxers with a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Shower's all yours," I tell him, walking up and kissing his cheek. I step around him to get out two mugs and he doesn't react at all. I look at the letter in his hand and back to him. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I'll umm...I'm going to shower." He takes the paper and a stack of mail upstairs with him and I frown to myself. What was he reading?

---

"Ah! Hole-in-one!" I shout, raising my golf club over my head. I start dancing around like an idiot and Carter rolls his eyes at me. Mason and Kylie just laugh and I finally finish my victory dance.

"This is literally the first time you've done a hole in less than five swings," he reminds me, clamping a hand on my shoulder.

"You're just jealous," I say, shrugging. I walk to get my ball out of the hole and wait for the others to finish up. After school was over we went out for an early dinner and how we're at a miniputt course. We used to always come here with the three of us. It's kind of our thing. When we're done with the course it's dark outside and it's after eight o'clock. I really want to go see Harry. He told me to take my time coming over today because he was going to hang out with Liam. Maybe later we could continue what we were doing this morning...

"Sav, why are you blushing?" Carson asks as we step into his car.

"Nothing. What are we doing now?"

"I should probably go home actually," Carter says. I look back at Mason and he shrugs.

"You haven't been home yet?" I ask carefully. He shakes his head. "Why?"

"I sort of..." he mumbles the rest and I can't hear him.

"What was that?"

"I quit the basketball team."

My mouth drops open and I stare at him for a solid minute. He used to dream about going to the NBA. Now he's just quitting?

"What..why?" I ask, completely shocked.

"I'm just not into it anymore. I'd rather be doing other things beside basketball 24/7. I just realized that I'm not as into it as I thought."

"What about your scholarship?" Mason asks.

"I dropped out of Duke. I already applied and I'm starting at San Francisco State in January."

"Wow," Mason and I both say. I sit back in my seat and think about this. "I guess this means your living at home again?"

"Yep. Aren't you excited," he says, poking my sides. I laugh and squirm away. "It's not a big deal. I'm just not playing anymore."

"Wait, are you home for good right now?" Mason asks. "Are you going back at all?"

"Nope," he says happily. "Isn't this great, though? We can all hang out again. It'll be just like before."

"Except some people have more secrets," Mason says. I turn and glare at him in a shut up before I slap you kind of way.

"Okay," Carter laughs.

---

"Can't you just stay home for once?" Kylie asks, sitting on my bed while I straighten my hair.

"I can't, I told you."

"Doesn't this Mikayla girl have her own friends? Why are you hanging out with her?"

That was my lie tonight; I'm going to a movie with Mikayla. I figured it was safe since they don't talk to her and I don't want to tell Kylie about my secret relationship.

"She's shy," I call back. I finish with my hair and walk into my closet to change. "What are you and Mase going to do?"

"Probably watch a movie," she says casually. "Troy asked me about you today. He said you've been acting weird around him ever since you guys slept together. Do you like him, is it weird for you?"

"No, I don't like him like that. I've just been distracted," I excuse weakly. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. We should all go to the boardwalk or something."

"That would be fun," she agrees. I walk out in my new outfit and she raises her eyebrows. "Is Mikayla a hot football player by any chance?"

"What?"

"You look hot!"

I just laugh and get my purse. "I'll talk to you later Ky."

As I'm walking out the door I dial Harry's number. He answers after the first two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey," I smile and climb into my convertible. "Where are you?"

"I'm at that pub a few blocks from my place with Liam and Sophia. Do you want to join us?"

"Is that a good idea?"

"He's already seen you," he reminds me. "It's fine. Come meet us."

"Okay," I agree reluctantly. "See you in a few."

"I'll be waiting."

Notes

so im not going to do that very often :P once in a while ill give you guys the dirty details on what theyre doing but its not my favourite thing to write so i wont be doing it very often. i know that annoys some people but if im not comfortable doing it im not going to. sorry haha. sometimes i just feel like including that, so i do. today was one of those days :P

im actually going to try to post again tonight. the next chapter will be a continuation of this one since it got ridiculously long.

speaking of that, do you guys like the length of the chapters? I feel like they're super long compared to most ahah. do you like it? do you want shorter ones? let me know!


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