The Night I Met Harry

He grabbed my hands pulling me in as he placed a kiss to my cheek. This alone set the tingling in, but I feared the outcome of our upcoming conversation.

Harry:
“You look really nice… as always.”

It only made me feel worse. I thought I’d hold onto this side of him while we had our talk. My palms were sweaty as I closely followed him up the stairs. We walked down the hall his fingers tugging to mine.

Winter:
“Thanks… Uh, Harry we need to talk.”

His facial expression changed at my words as we entered his bedroom. I was aware that anytime I’d said this it was never good. He closed the door, eyeing me eagerly. My heart began to thud slowly, offbeat. I missed his contact with my skin, pushing the effect to the back of my head before deciding to get right to it.

Winter:
“Harry… Scott and I…”

I spoke slowly and cautiously. He looked away from me. His posture changed as his eyes lowered.

Harry:
“You what, Winter?”

It was cold questioning. His orbs were back on me as I shifted slightly on my feet.

Winter:
“I mean…He wanted to.”

I should have thought this through first, though he knew exactly what I’d been referring to. My breaths were short. I’d been forgetting how to form coherent sentences, feeling a bit dizzy between the eyes. I'd knew I should have brought my inhaler. It was hard to look up at him anymore once I saw the pain developing in his features. He’d gotten up making his way toward me as I leaned against the door. I faintly noticed my hands were shaking.

Winter:
“You said you didn’t want him touching me... so I had to…”

I looked up, his eyebrows now lined together. I felt interrogated, though he hadn’t yet said anything. Fear of his reaction slowed me, but I knew I didn’t want to lie to him like I'd been doing Scott.

Harry:
“What happened?”

He was demanding and I felt horrible, still searching for a way to put what I’d been trying to say. I thawed from the thought of his reaction in hopes of encouraging myself.

Winter:
“I used my hands.”

He closed his eyes in antagonism. I waited for his words, though I’d already been falling apart. He pushed his hair from his face as he sat on the bed with a sigh. This wasn’t good.

Harry:
“I…”

He was searching absent mindedly. Squeezing his eyes close as if initially refusing to look at me.

Harry:
“I can’t do this Winter… I like you, but I can’t.”

So now he liked me. The words cut deeper than I’d expected them. He got up pacing across the room in uncertainty.

Harry:
“This was a mistake.”

I felt his words in the chambers of my heart. I was a mistake? I hadn’t believed he’d been saying this to me. He’d been breaking up with me when we weren’t even together. All of this had been wrong and he’d just made everything much easier for me… so why didn’t I feel relief? I felt an array of anger. I had been lying to my boyfriend, uprooting my life for a guy who never cared. I refused to let tears fall, yet I was shutting down in prophecy. My mind began numbing the pain before I could rationalize what was happening.

Winter:
“That it?”

My words were cold as I’d intended them. I just wanted to leave and drive around alone for a while to clear my head of him. It was how I dealt with everything. Contrary to my life lately, I use to have an existence without him. His eyes were dark as he peered down at me.

Harry:
“You know I care about you, Winter. I just can’t…”

I didn’t hear him. My nervousness had gone and replaced with ice throughout my veins.

Winter:
“Whatever.”

I’d turned opening the door and quickly walking down the stairs. I heard him behind me with the a similar of pace.

Harry:
“How exactly do you expect me to feel? I’ve been trying!”

He was yelling now fury evident in his tone. Still I didn’t care, though I knew I would the moment I’d escaped him. I knew I’d miss him when I left but I tried my best not to think about it. I felt the tears coming before I could reach the door. My hands still shook from the rage. I was disconnected from him; everything he’d been saying now was too secluded to hear.

Winter:
“Leave me alone, Harry.”

He grabbed my arm before I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Harry:
“I’m trying to talk to you.”

I sighed deeply, yanking my arm from him. I usually didn’t have much of a temper but Harry had this effect on me. I spoke as I continued down the stairs.

Winter:
“What’s there to talk about?”

My mood was dull and unemotional. I wiped my tears in hopes that he wouldn’t see them, but I knew that he had. I reached the landing, grabbing my coat and reaching for the door handle. He put his back to the door restricting me from leaving as the tears continued.

Winter:
“Get out of my way.”

My voice crumbled involuntarily. I attempted to move him but he refused. I noticed that his features had softened significantly from before as his fingers reached up to eliminate my tears. I brushed them away. He didn't argue with me anymore. My hands went up to cover my face when he moved them away. He watched me quietly.

My rage hadn’t dampened and it grew every second he hadn’t moved from the door. I tried moving him again and he grabbed my arm quickly throwing me against it. His lips were pressed to mine forcefully as he attempted to control my anger. It still lingered as he held my hips, but I didn’t stop him or push him away. My arms were wrapped around his neck after he’d snatched the jacket from my hands, throwing it to the floor. He kissed all over my face causing the tears to dry and overwhelm me with his scent. He dominated me now, intertwining our fingers and pulling me away from the door with his lips still stuck to mine. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he led us back up the stairs. I was laid on the bed, my shirt peeled off shortly after. He removed his shirt, slowing his pace as he sat me in the middle of the bed. My pants were undone and pulled off as before and his soon followed. I was between the sheets with him for the second time, his movements were careful though it’d been happening quickly. He kissed my face again, my lips, and every area around my neck. I could tell this was his apology but I hadn’t understood his change in decision. He looked into my eyes as his fingertips grazed my body, a familiar tingling setting in.

Harry:
“Your eyes are beautiful, don’t cry okay. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

He kissed my lips as I accepted his tongue pass them. I felt the thumb of his fingers around the front of my underwear. He gently rubbed the front of them sending chills through my entire. His eyes stayed on me as I closed mine briefly, my sounds filling his bedroom. His touch was intense, causing me to pull him back to my lips. How was it that I was here completely at his mercy once again? We’d just been arguing and now every moment before this was insignificant. He encouraged me up, unlatching my bra as I lay back down. His tongue roamed freely across my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair. He hummed in encouragement as I reached for the rim of his boxers forcing him to take them off. The sight of him was beautiful; the shape of his v-lines alone pleasured me. His eyes asked permission as I nodded for him to remove my underwear. I took a deep breath, fire burning through me as I realm in the moment of Harry lying completely bare on top of me. His fingers were between my thighs now teasing the inner before drawing small circles around my clitoris. The sensation caused me to bite down on my bottom lip showing him I liked it. He did this for a while, watching me as I hummed his name. I needed him. I opened my eyes as he moved his fingers down further to tease my entrance. The feeling was extreme.

Winter:
“Harry.”

I warned as he continued his actions. He grinned down at me adorably before kissing my lips. He slid a finger in, moving in a slow cautious motion. I was thankful for the size of Harry’s hands praising him with my sounds. I felt a second finger, Harry’s eyes watching my closely.

Harry:
“You’re so wet, babe.”

His deep voice made me hotter.
His lips kissed my stomach. I was completely ready for him now.

Winter:
“Come here.”

I pulled him further up so he towered over me. I felt his large length on the flat of my stomach. Kissing was something we’d be doing all night. I hooked my fingers in the hair on the back of his head, kissing his neck from beneath him. His eyes fluttered shut, beautiful long eyelashes touching his rosy cheeks. He rested between my legs before grabbing his length and pumping it twice. He rubbed the head against my front a few times before placing it to my entrance. My breath hitched a bit at his size, it was already becoming hot under the thick sheets.
I bit his bottom lip gently as he slowly entered squeezing his eyes shut again.

Harry:
“Wow, so fucking tight babe.”

I’d never heard him curse but the jest of it turned me on even more. I felt his warmth inside me as he waited for my permission to move. I nodded slowly, as he continued. He felt amazing, his scent, his curls, his weight above me causing me to lose control. I felt him more and more each time as he grew deeper. My hair lay fanned out against the pillows, Harry’s creating tingles on my skin. He handled me carefully as if he feared I’d disappear. I wasn’t sure what had happened between us in the moments leading to this one, and now I honestly couldn’t see a Winter without Harry. I dismissed the thought as I watched him. His curls now dampened across his forehead. I couldn’t help but admire that I’d been the reason for it. His lips were slightly swollen from our hungry contact. I’d never felt this way before. It was fulfilling yet I yearned for more of him. He felt so masculine atop of me abs rubbing against my stomach. He moaned my name into the croak of my neck as I breathed heavily. His pace was increasing slightly, though he’d still gone gently. He looked into my eyes with every thrust, making sure I’d been enjoying him. I knew I was getting close, it wasn’t but so much of Harry I could take before losing it.

Winter:
“Harry.”

He loved when I said his name, his eyes fluttering shut and a web of dirty words left his mouth. He knew I was near as I tightened my grip on his back trailing down to his bum. I felt his thumb on my front again as he thrust, exposing me to a new overwhelmingly intense feeling. Again and again he’d gone, I sensed him getting closer as his eyes grew impossibly darker. He looked into mine, thrusting continually. He licked his lips as he told me how great I felt to him, holding my waist to his. He applied more pressure to his thumb as he continued and before long I was done. He watched me in awe as I felt myself clench around him drowning in my release and bringing him quickly to his own orgasm. He moaned my name again, breathing heavily into my skin as I held him close. Our eyes were leveled as he finished out his orgasm, I was honored to have witness this moment with him. He was gorgeous. He collapsed on top of me burying his head into my chest as his breathing slowly steadied. His fingers brushed up and down my arm as I steadied my own breathing. I hadn’t brought my inhaler, but I didn’t usually need it around him. His touched calmed my senses, and I was hit with an overwhelming sensation of fatigue. I looked down at his mop of curls tangling my fingers in them before closing my eyes. We’d been motionless for a few minutes now.

Winter:
“I didn’t want to do it, you know. With Scott…”

I spoke quietly. My tone was candid, yet sluggish. He didn’t make a sound but it hadn’t been long enough for him to slip into a deep sleep.

Winter:
“I hated it.”

I was nearly asleep now.

Harry:
“I know.”

It was subtle and understanding. He kissed the area where his head had been before laying down again.

Winter:
“I love you.”

Harry:
“I know… I love you too.”

Notes

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