The Night I Met Harry

I observed him extensively as he entered the door. I’d been waiting for him to return since I’d gotten off of work and the pain of not knowing what went on was killing me. He removed his coat casually as he hung it up by the door and began to walk toward me. He eyed me with the same curiosity, stopping for a moment in thought.

Harry:
“I think your hair has gotten longer.”

Random, but I’d noticed that lately myself.

Winter:
“I know I hate it. Sarah’s clipping my ends this week.”

Harry:
“No. Don’t do that, it’s perfect.”

I’d expected him to say that because he didn’t have to manage it. I thought briefly about how much he’d gotten my mind away from the topic I wanted to discuss most.

Winter:
“You going to tell me what happen?”

He moved toward the kitchen, pulling his shirt off and washing his hands under the sink’s faucet. He’d gotten a pan from the cabinet and began pulling his ingredients from the frig.

Harry:
“He won’t be bothering you anymore.”

It was a relief to know but I’d hoped he hadn’t done anything that’d make me regret telling him. I stood there as I continued to watch him. He took notice, sighing in amusement and continuing.

Harry:
“I didn’t break his face like I wanted if that’s what you’re wondering…only because I knew you’d hate me for it.”

I enjoyed the view of his smile. I realized that what actually happened could be a thing of word choice but I left it alone.

Harry:
“I don’t want you worrying about it anymore okay, love?”

I’d find out what went on between them today but for now I’d leave it because he’d seemed in a chipper mood.

Winter:
“What are you cooking?”

I walked over toward him, hugging his torso from behind as he faced the stove. He smiled again lovingly like he always did. I treasured him for always wanting to protect me even if it meant from my own feelings. I wanted him to meet my mom tomorrow and hopefully she’d feel better about him getting Scott to leave me be. His skin was warm and I’d felt relieved to be free from all my life’s uncertainties…Even if it meant for a moment.

Harry:
“I’m making lasagna for you.”

It was my favorite and I’d nearly melted the first time he’d made it.

Winter:
“Yay! Can I help?”

My fingers lingered around his navel as I enjoyed the smoothness of his abs under my fingers touch. I heard him groan in satisfaction.

Harry:
“We’re not going to be cooking if you keep doing that.”

I laughed into him, letting go and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I washed my hands as he heated the pain while staring at me.

Winter:
“What?”

I hadn’t yet started so I couldn’t have done something wrong. He eyed me subtly before focusing back on his work.

Harry:
“Nothing. You’re just…nothing.”

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed the warmest of his cheek lightly.

Winter:
“You sure?”

He’d pulled some herbs from his plant before turning to face me.

Harry:
“Yea…”

His attention drew away again.

Harry:
“Can you grab the tomato sauce from the pantry for me, please?”

--

We lay snuggled on the couch awhile after we’d eaten while Harry flipped through the channels. I always let him have the remote because I rarely watched TV unless it was with him anyway. He stopped on Harry Potter, kissing my head before withdrawing himself from the warmth of the blanket that covered us.

Harry:
“Oreos?”

Winter:
“Yea.”

I watched as he left the room to head for the kitchen before turning to watch the film. I played with my hair realizing it smelled just like him from our close proximity. My phone buzzed against the floor and I’d picked it up to see a text message from Danny.

Danny:
What are you doing?

I heard Harry’s footsteps before I felt his warmth beside me again. He watched as I texted.

Winter:
Watching TV with Harry. You?

I poked out my lips in motion for him to kiss me and he’d laughed into it with amusement. He divided the cookie, giving me the chocolate while he watched the television. He hated the chocolate and I hated the cream, so we always shared it accordingly. My phone buzzed against my stomach I assumed with Danny’s reply.

Danny:
At the mall. What do you get a girl for her birthday?

Harry:
“Who keeps texting you?”

Winter:
Jewelry. Girls like jewelry.

Winter:
“Uh, it’s Danny.”

I watched as he eliminated the white from the cookie before passing it to me. His expression told me he hadn’t liked what I’d just said.

Harry:
“You want to tell me why?”

He looked at me sternly now. He could be so protective at times and he questioned anything that had to do with me and the opposite sex.

Winter:
“It’s his girlfriend’s birthday. He just wanted advice on what to get her. Relax.”

Harry:
“I don’t know… I just don’t believe that any guy would want to be just friends with you.”

I was taking offense, not sure how I was supposed to process that statement. Now that I thought about it I had just as many guy associates as girl, and it wasn’t that big of a deal to me.

Winter:
“What is that supposed to mean?”


Harry:
“You’re so naïve. You have no idea how hot you are.”

Whatever argument I’d been prepared to give had drifted away with the compliment. He passed me another cookie while I stayed quiet. I felt his touch rub my skin so I’d know he hadn’t meant to hurt my feelings. I stuffed the phone in his hand so he knew I had nothing to hide. He looked down at me rubbing his cheek to mine intimately. His phone was pulled from his pocket, before unlocking it and putting it in my hand.

Harry:
“It’s not you that I don’t trust.”
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I’d waken in the middle of the night to a feeling I’d had yet to experience before. I pulled back the covers and sat upright as I expressed confusion toward my body. I fanned myself at how amusing this was, before getting up quietly as not to wake him and pacing slowly. I was experiencing a weird desire for Harry and it’d been 3 am in the morning. I walked in the bathroom, quickly running the sink’s water and splashing the contents on my face. I dried it with my towel that hung near his. I sighed to myself as I realized that definitely hadn’t worked, and the more I’d stood there the more I wanted him. I’d gone back to the room, removing my tanktop in response to how warm the room appeared to me. I lie back down silently and tried with willing myself back to sleep.

Harry:
“What’s wrong babe?”

Shit. I cursed to myself silently. I hadn’t meant to stir him and I was so sure I’d been really quiet.

Winter:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Harry:
“Don’t apologize, its okay. I wake anytime you leave my side. What’s wrong?”

His fingers looped with mine as he pulled me closer. I hadn’t answered but decided to just snuggle into him in hopes it’d go away.

Harry:
“I see you’re stripping off, are you hot? I can turn the heat down.”

I began to laugh under the darkness of the room, and he along with me from its contagion.

Harry:
“What? Tell me.”

Winter:
“No, you’ll laugh.”

His fingers went for my scalp, massaging slowly which only made it worse. I closed my eyes momentarily.

Harry:
“You’re laughing.”

I sighed taking a deep breath in my attempt to become serious.

Winter:
“Harry.”

Harry:
“Yes…?”

Winter:
“I’m really horny.”

The laughter began before it’d escaped my lips and I with him. He moved to position himself on top of me, resting between my legs as the hilarity continued to fill the room.

Winter:
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t.”

His face was buried into my neck as he began to kiss softly.

Harry:
“I know I’m sorry.”

His touched lingered up from my legs to my inner thigh. He unlatched my bra before tossing it aside and kissing my lips.

Harry:
“Hey. Next time, just wake me up. I can’t tell you no, you have me wrapped around your finger.”

I was definitely going to put that to the test later. His mouth kissed the area between my breasts before engulfing the color of my nipple. Everything felt intensified as if anything could feel better than our other moments together. He looped his finger in my underwear before pulling them down.

Harry:
“Oh my god, you’re really…”

Winter:
“I know, I know. Don’t make me feel worse. I don’t even know how it happened.”

He smiled down at me as I covered my face.

Harry:
“You’re so cute. Don’t be embarrassed.”

His hand reached for his pack of precautions in the nightstand drawer. He brought it to his mouth to tear it open briefly.

Winter:
“Harry, please.”

Harry:
“Okay, okay. Two seconds.”

I felt him three after; His warmth penetrating me entirely. My teeth lightly bit at his lip while I experienced the expression of him enjoying me. Our hands were entangled again as he continued slowly at a pace that made me quiver. My free hand found his hair, pulling him in to accept my tongue. I didn’t know why I’d been dying to have him like this but it felt better than ever. The scarcity of light denied me the view of his body above me. He hummed in my ear as he told me how good I’d felt to him. It was incredible how well we were together, our emotional connection intensifying the pleasure. Waves of butterflies and lustful tingling spun throughout my body at his size. I closed my eyes as he withdrew himself and entered again intimately, slowly and constantly. His stomach rubbed smoothly against mine with every thrust. His lips were at my neck again, his teeth no doubt creating marks I’d have to hide for work today. I hummed in approval at how hot he made me, his curls trailing reactions against my skin. We’d gone for a while intertwined in the sheets and I’d expected him to lose it but it was more than clear that he’d been waiting for me. He held my eye contact under the dense light…moving at an angle that blew chills up my spine and I’d felt myself near. I squeezed his hand tighter unable to communicate verbally. He began to touch me as if I could take anymore of the electric feeling causing my head to explode. My hands held his face now as he breathed heavily over me. He’d whispered my name to me in my neck and it took me over. I’d released against him, my head spinning with the sensation. The warmth felt good that radiated from him to my skin. I hugged him forcefully as if he’d keep me from falling, until I realized this time I’d released alone.
I felt overcome with guilt, not that I usually had control but we’d always done so together.

Winter:
“I’m sorry. I should have waited.”

He laughed weakly.

Harry:
“It’s okay. I wouldn't have asked you to…As long as you feel better.”

He was so sweet. He pecked my lips as I felt him withdraw slowly, getting up shortly after. My hold tightened on him as if he’d been my lifeline.

Harry:
“I’m not leaving. I’m just going right there to throw this away okay.”

I felt my eyes closed but I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep until he’d finished. I felt him enter the bed again and I faced him toward me. My hands moved down to touch him and instantly I’d heard his sound of approval. He was warm and pulsing against my fingers, I’d moved them back and forth to accommodate his sweet sounds. I kissed his neck openly, returning the favor he’d given me just moments ago. His hands swam through my scalp as he pressed his tongue between my lips. I circled the head of him with my thumb; he then took my bottom lip between his teeth. I loved our closeness. My touch squeezed gently harder and he’d been falling apart next to me. My movements became quicker as his breaths became shorter. Before I’d realized, he’d been spilling into the palm of my hand; his hand squeezing my waist. I continued slowly until he’d finished, and grew sensitive to my touch. I released him slowly, burying my head into his chest as he lay on his back. I felt accomplished as he kissed me once more, before fatigue grew between us and we’d drifted asleep.

Notes

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-Kristian