The Night I Met Harry

My eyes stare into the darkness as I neglected sleep. I listened to the silence of the house as I experienced sleeping without Harry for the first time. It was harder without his contact then I thought it'd be. I sat up, turning the lamp to life that sat on the nightstand table. I was thankful for the warm radiating between me and the duvet, as I play with my hair in thought. I would end it whenever he’d returned. I didn’t feel nervous but yet absent from my body. I was doing this for him, so I had to stay strong. I listened to the sound of my own heartbeat, my hands were steady. I’d told myself this wasn’t a bad thing but I feared the outcome of our conversation. I heard movement from downstairs. Harry had known where the spare key was so he’d always helped himself in. I experienced his presence a short time later as I sat under the covers with my back to the headboard.

Winter:
“Come here.”

I patted the space beside me as I organized my thoughts around in my head. He listened obediently as if his mood had been lighter. I noticed his knuckles held cuts I hadn’t seen before he’d gone. I swallowed at the thought of the other person.

Winter:
“We need to talk.”

Harry:
“…Okay…”

I faced him confidently as I prepared myself. His hands had moved forward to embrace mine but I’d pulled away. He took an observant notice.

Winter:
“You know I love you… right?”

His eyes narrowed as if predicting what would come next, but he didn’t answer.

Winter:
“I can’t…”

The words had run away from me as I felt the warm salty liquid run down my face. This would be harder than I’d intended.

Harry:
“No.”

Winter:
“I can’t do this Harry.”

He shook his head as he moved closer to me. I moved away from him in response.

Harry:
“Winter, no.”

It hurt for me to hear his voice in such a way. I could tell like me, he’d been falling apart.
He’d gotten up and walked to my side of the room, I was up creating distance between us. It hadn’t worked; he now had me against the wall. He looked down at my wrists with pain evident on his face. The marks fully shown now.

Harry:
“I’m not letting this happen.”

Winter:
“I’m sorry, Harry.”

It was hard holding myself together. He now held my waist and I felt affection at his touch. I tried pushing the affects of it away. I knew he’d been ignoring me as his fingertips brushed in an upward motion on my arm. I felt goose bumps form there. He leaned into me placing kisses around my shoulder blades. I tried to hide the feelings it gave me, but something told me he knew. He moved slowly his hair dancing across my skin caused me feel a familiar heat in my stomach.

Winter:
“Harry.”

My head lay against the wall as he buried his tongue amid my lips. I kissed back without meaning to. I felt his hands scan the bottom on my undershirt, rubbing my stomach before settling lower. I bit my lip involuntarily as his touch sent shots of pleasure throughout my body. I urgently wanted him to touch me, but I could tell he’d been making me pay. His hands lingered for awhile, his lips trailing my neck. They traveled lowered, his index circling the spot I wanted him most. I was entirely hot for him now.

Harry:
“Tell me to stop.”

I wished I could but I was afraid it’d escape me in the form of a moan. I circled closer causing my bottom half to follow his touch. He looked into my eyes before kissing my lips.

Harry:
“Tell me to stop, Winter.”

I wanted him so bad it was painful. I bit my lip in anger of his punishment for me.
He brought his free hand to mine intertwining as he’d attempted before. I’d completely allowed him, squeezing tightly so he knew my urgency. He ended the teasing rubbing against my sensitive spot gently over my underwear. I moaned into his neck, biting harshly. He’d closed his eyes to realm in it. I’d been squeezing his hand tighter as he pleased me against the wall. The tingling burst throughout my body continuously as I felt myself losing control. I needed him against me. He watched me quietly as I enjoyed him. He moved my underwear aside as he pressed his thumb against me, his index teased my entrance. I felt my sounds intensify with the sensation. I was so sensitive to him and it pleased him to know it. He lingered around before penetrating me with his fingers. I pulled him into me out of impulse holding his face to mine. I kissed hungrily and impatiently.

Winter:
“Oh god.”

Harry:
“…Do you want me Winter?”

He moved in and out expertly as I bit my lip. This hadn’t been going like I’d imagined it. I didn’t want to answer his taunting. He smiled to himself at that realization.

Harry:
“Tell me.”

I nodded my head as he continued his movements my eyes closing with the bursts of pleasure. He shook his head in disapproval.

Harry:
“No. Tell me.”

Our faces were close. I knew he’d felt how wet I’d gotten for him. I licked my lips as he studied me.

Winter:
“I want you Harry.”

He’d moved his fingers in my response. Picking me up as my legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled up my shirt revealing to him my bra as he kissed passionately. I felt his throbbing bulge against me as I grew hotter. He held me against the wall as he unzipped his pants. My arms were planted around his neck as I waited for him. His underwear were pulled down just enough, mine brushed to the side before I felt him press into me. I was sure my teeth drew blood to my lip as he pushed all the way in. He kissed around my neck as he began to move. He felt amazing within me. My moans bounced off of the bedroom’s walls repeatedly. He hummed into my neck at the pleasure. I bit down on his neck again, sure to leave marks. He hummed loudly in approval. My hands massaged the curls that lay perfectly on the back of his neck as he continued. He pulled back slowly as I pulled off his shirt, the view of his body making me hotter. I felt him in again, his rhythm driving me wild. He’d pinned my hands to the wall now, kissing me seductively. He was so strong, his muscles defining as he held me against the wall. My legs were curled around his bum as he continued. I offered my tongue to him as he took it again and again making our contact hotter. His skin was warm against mine and I loved the feel of his abs against my stomach.

Harry:
“You’re so hot.”

He was moaning into me and I could sense him getting near as his eyes grew darker. His face was buried in my boobs as he kissed violently. I was so close now.

Winter:
“Harry.”

It was my tell. He hugged me into him as he continued, his hips grounding into me.

Harry:
“I know babe, me too.”

He bit his lip, his movements increasing slightly as his hands traveled between us again. His name filled the room. My emotions were in a high. No one would ever make me feel the way Harry did. He withdrew before diving in again, and again. There were a few more thrusts before I began my orgasm. I felt his warmth released within me causing me to kiss his lips to mine. He was so affectionate and it’d been as if we’d never had that conversation. Our fingers remained intertwined momentarily as we embraced each other. I hugged his neck tighter as his hands found my waist. He’d carried me, my legs still holding his waist, laying me onto the bed gently. He laid there on top of me before withdrawing himself slowly. I felt an emptiness immediately. I groaned at his absence. He leveled his eyes with mine as I lie there on my back.

Harry:
“This is the last time we have this conversation, okay?”

He’d spoke seriously while placing open mouth kisses around my neck.

Winter:
“Okay.”

Harry:
“What were you thinking?”

He laid his face on my stomach comfortably.

Winter:
“That I was causing you trouble.”

Harry:
“I love you more than anything. If you’re causing me trouble…so be it. But the answer is not to get rid of me.”

Winter:
“I’m sorry…That’s not what I was doing…I just want you to be happy.”

Harry:
“Babe you should see that I am.”

I thought. Letting everything soak in. Everything was better when we communicated.

Harry:
“Everything else has second place.”

That was so sweet. He pecked my lips softly. We were quiet for a few moments before we began again.

Winter:
“You didn’t hurt him too bad…did you Harry?”

Harry:
“He’s alive. That’s enough.”

He felt it his place to protect me. I couldn’t see the use in arguing with him about it, but that side of him kind of scared me. I shook it off, thinking maybe it’d be better if I didn’t know.
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I woken at the sound of the doorbell’s resonance throughout the house. Who could this be at this time of morning? I sprung to get it, noticing it’d stopped once I’d reached the steps. I stood on my toes, peeping out to see no one stood there. Annoyance embraced me as I huffed, opening the door. I looked around and down the driveway but no one was there. The chill of the morning pierced the nude of my legs, I became closing the door when I looked down to see a bouquet of flowers. I picked them up, scanning the area in front of my door again, when I noticed an envelope had sat underneath them. I reached for it quickly, shutting the door and locking it timely. I’d ripped open the envelope and read the neat handwriting repeatedly. A terror ran through my stomach as I stare at it blankly.

I know where you live.

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