"Savannah. Wake up, love."

"No."

I hear Harry chuckle beside me and I smile to myself, still leaning my head against the window. Apparently on the way back to his place my body completely shut down. Today has been an emotional roller-coaster to say the least and I'm completely exhausted. There was so much drama and I I think I felt every possible emotion today. I went from blissfully happy to unbelievably sad and worried to horribly angry and back to overjoyed. I'm spent.

"We're here, let's go upstairs."

"Shhh I'm sleeping."

He laughs again and a few seconds later I feel his breath against my cheek. I feel him lightly rub the tip of his nose against my cheek, raising goosebumps on my arms.

"You'd rather stay here?" he asks lowly, his breath fanning my skin. I simply shrug in response. He breathes his against my cheek and his lips lightly brush along the skin as he continues. "My bed is more comfortable."

"Yeah okay," I agree, opening my eyes and quickly turning my face towards his. I catch his lips with mine and he chuckles against my mouth. I quickly step out of the car and he follows suit, taking my hand as we walk towards the building.

"I'm exhausted," I groan, yawning and leaning my head against his arm. We walk up the stairs really slowly and I feel more and more tired as we get to the top. "Why do you live on the top floor?"

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "Sorry, love. Why are you so tired?"

"Long day I guess."

When we were making out in the car before I kind of thought maybe tonight would be the night for me and Harry. Now I want to go to bed and stay asleep for three years. When we get out of the stairwell Harry suddenly swings me up into his arms, carrying my bridal style towards the door.

"You're so cute," I mutter, closing my eyes and leaning my head against his shoulder. I float in and out of consciousness as he carries me through the halls. When we get to the door he manages to get it open without putting me down or dropping me or something. The next thing I know I'm laying down on his bed.

"Let's get you out of these," he says kindly. I feel his fingers confidently undo the button of my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper. I stay still and force my eyelids open when his fingers hook into the sides of my jeans so he can try to pull them off of me.

"Mr. Styles, are you sure this is appropriate?" I tease. He grins at me and shakes his head. I remain still, refusing to help him since my body is so completely drained of energy.

"Babe, lift your legs or something so I don't take everything off at once," he says, laughing a little. I shrug and stretch my arms aver my head, letting them fall back against the pillows. Harry raises his eyebrows expectantly and I heave a large sigh before slightly raising my hips to make his job easier. My eyes close again for a few seconds and I smile to myself when I realize that I'm only wearing a thong.

When I open my eyes again Harry's holding my jeans in his hands, nervously looking up and down my legs. He does a double take and his eyes go wide; I'm assuming he's just seen my underwear.

"Yeah, I forgot about those," I admit shamelessly. He looks up at me and I wink playfully. His face goes a tinge red and he tosses my jeans aside. "Aww, are you nervous?"

He scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head at me. I just laugh and sit up, bringing my shirt over my head and chucking it at his chest. He catches it and I lay back down in my undergarments.

"You're going to be the death of me," he says, tossing my shirt aside and walking around the bed next to me. He leans down and kisses me for a moment. Normally I would totally be into it, but I just don't have the engergy. He can tell obviously, and he leaves my side to get something from the dresser. I lift the covers over my body and turn to face Harry's side of the bed, waiting for him to join me. I feel him kiss my cheek a few times and a small smile plays on my lips.

"Do you want a t-shirt?" he asks quietly, resting his chin on my shoulder. I shake my head, no. "Are you sure? You're not wearing.....much. You might get cold."

"That's what you're here for," I tease. "If you can't at least keep me warm then you're not good for much."

"Wow."

I laugh and his body leaves mine for a minute. When I look up he's not in the room anymore, but I can see the lights downstairs being turned off. Harry's curly hair comes bouncing up the stairs, his body only adorned by boxers. Then it's completely dark. I squeal before I can control myself and here Harry's charming laugh as the bed dips beside me.

"Afraid of the dark, are we?" he teases, his hand wrapping around my waist.

"No. I was just surprised." He laughs again and I hide my face against his side. "Don't laugh at me!"

"Sorry, you're just so adorable," he says, kissing the top of my head. I slide my body across the mattress so I'm half on top of him, one leg stretched over his. "You sure you don't want that t-shirt?"

"I'm sorry, are you the kind of guy that doesn't like half naked girls?"

"I like it when my girl is half naked, I don't really care about the other ones," he says, his tone suddenly serious. I smile and open my eyes, gazing up at him. He brushes a few curls away from my face and gently traces his fingers along my cheek.

"That was kind of a perverted thing to say but somehow you made it sound sweet," I tell him, laughing a little. He smiles widely and laughs with me. I slide my body over his and take his hands in mine, lacing our fingers together and raising them above his head.

"Aren't you tired?" he asks, his breathing slightly heavier as I lower my face towards his. I slide my body up his and my inner thigh brushes against his apparent erection.

"Apparently you're not." He laughs nervously and I brush my lips lightly against his. He tilts his face towards mine and I pull my face back so he can't kiss me.

"So now you're teasing me?"

"I thought it might be fun."

"Really."

I nod and he tries to kiss me again, but I keep my face far enough away that he still can't. I start laughing and suddenly Harry' flips us over so that he's laying on top of me. He pins my hands above my head this time and grinds his hips against mine. I gasp and he leans down with his lips against my ear.

"There are much better ways of having fun," he says huskily.

I bite my lip as he starts kissing down the side of my neck, slowly making his way back to my mouth. Our tongues swirl together and I suddenly feel more awake than ever. All I can think about is how easy it would be to remove the small amount of clothing we both have on. Harry releases one of my hands and I quickly reach down to the band of his boxers. He separates our lips and looks down into my eyes as I start to pull them down.

"Savannah," he warns breathlessly.

"I'm yours," I whisper. He looks back and forth between my eyes, searching for the meaning behind those simple words. I'm ready for this. I want to be with him, really be with him. I want to give him all of me and feel safe knowing that we belong to each other.

"Mine?" he asks, unsure of himself. I nod. His eyes slowly turn to a look of longing and joy. "All mine."

He's suddenly kissing me again, more passionately than ever before. I continue pushes his boxers down his legs and he releases my other hand so I can do so easily. He helps me get them off completely and I admire his body as he leans back to remove my thong. His fingers hook into the minimal fabric and quickly slide them off my legs. I sit up and press my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him close. He moans lightly against my mouth and reaches around my back to unclip my bra. He manages to get it undone without any difficulty, a skill which many high school boys seem to be lacking in. I hesitantly unwrap my arms from him and allow the lacy material to fall from my body. I toss it to the side and put my hands on either side of Harry's face, pulling his mouth to mine as I lay back down on the mattress. Harry's body is quick to follow and his body pressed into mine makes my insides stir.

Harry's lips leave mine and trail down my neck, slowly working their way down my chest and over my right breast. He traces a light circle with his tongue around my nipple and my back arches, a light moan leaving my lips. He continues down my stomach and I force my eyes open as he gets further down my body. I watch with a small smile and my breathing picks up a bit when he gets closer and closer to where I'm craving him. I spread my legs in anticipation and he looks up at me quickly before his tongue starts working against my centre. I gasp and fist the sheets on either side of me. The pressure builds in my stomach and my moaning becomes more frequent. Suddenly Harry's presence is gone and I'm left feeling frustrated and confused. I'm about to ask what he thinks he's doing when his body slides against mine.

"You sure?" he asks quietly, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. I nod and he kisses me gently, one of his arms reaching to the side. I hear the familiar crinkling of a foil packet and my whole body gets feels the sudden spike in my nerves. This moment means so much to me, more than it ever has before. I feel myself falling for this man. It scares me more than anything else, but it also excites me. I need him.

I allow him to leave my body for a short time, watching with anticipation as he slides the condom over his length. I never realized how big he was. He rolls back on top of me and I wrap my legs around his waist, biting my lip when I feel his tip at my entrance. He stares down at me and I can see that he's just as nervous and excited and scared as I am right now.

"I need you," I whisper, wrapping one arm around his neck while my other hand rests against his cheek. He smiles slightly and I know he knows that I mean that in more way than one. He leans down to kiss me and I tighten my legs, pushing him against me to tell him I'm ready. With one slow fluid motion I feel him inside me, slowly filling me. I pull my lips back from his and he presses his lips to my neck. I moan as I feel him completely fill me. I've never experienced anything like this.

He pulls out almost completely and slowly moves into me again, painfully slowly in a way that allows me to feel every part of him inside me. He repeats that motion a few times, both of our bodies becoming clammy from the heat.

"Harry," I moan, begging him for more. He lifts his head above mine and starts pulling out of me even slower than before. "Please," I whimper desperately.

He suddenly rocks against me, my back arching in response. I cry out loudly in surprise and he kisses me fiercely as he continues to drive into me. This is by far the most pleasurable thing I'e ever experienced in my entire life. Harry's thrusts get harder each time and I continually cry out. A throaty moan rumbles from inside his chest and I can tell he's just as close as I am. After a few more impossible hard thrusts I reach my climax, Harry following suit. All I can do is scream out in some kind of attempt to match the please that I'm feeling. Harry moans my name and a few other profanities as we both ride out our orgasms, bodies twitching uncontrollably from the intensity of it all.

We lie there breathlessly, Harry still inside me with our foreheads pressed together. I smile to myself and lean my lips up towards his, giving him a lazy but sweet kiss. He lifts his face away from mine and I reach up to brush his sweaty curls from his forehead.

"Well that was kind of amazing," I whisper. He smiles lazily.

"You're kind of amazing."

I laugh lightly and he slowly pulls out of me, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. I snuggle up against his side and kiss his neck.

"You're heart is beating really fast," I observe, my head against his chest to allow my to hear and feel his pulse.

"Can you blame me?"

"You're so cheesy tonight," I laugh. He rubs my back and turns his face towards mine. "But I love it."

He stares at me and I feel like saying those words communicates something else entirely, something neither of us are ready to admit to ourselves or each other yet. He kisses my forehead gently and I tilt my face up to his to connect our lips.

We lay there in silence for the rest of the night until we both fall asleep, and for the first time in my life I feel completely peaceful. It's like there's no other place in the world that I want or need to be and I love it. Harry makes me feel so safe and loved and secure and it's more than I could ever ask for. I don't know what I would do if I lost him.

Notes

so...that was super weird for me to write :P it was my first legit scene of that sorts and so i hope it wasnt horrible :S

dont know what else to say :P

please tell me what you think!!!!! this chapter was hard for me to write so feedback wouuld make me feel amazing :)

thanks so much for reading :)


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