The Night I Met Harry

I had awoken in to a brightly lit room. Scott made it a habit of pulling the blinds on mornings I slept in a bit late. I felt over on Scott’s side of the bed confirming what I already knew. It was likely after 9 so he’d probably gone to the gym by now. I sat up slowly, running my fingers through my dark wavy hair in routine. I hated waking up without him. I felt cold, unfulfilled like an empty present. I blinked my eyes a few times grabbing my Blackberry off the nightstand. 10:36. Still quite early for a Sunday morning in my opinion. I got up slowly, making my way over to the window on the far side of our bedroom. His car was spent from the driveway. I closed my eyes in an attempt to forget what thoughts had crossed my mind in the moments I’d realized he’d gone. “Call me when he’s not around okay.” My imagination began to shape and intensify his touch to accommodate my senses. I knew this was wrong. I had longed for my boyfriend’s presence just a short while ago and now I craved the things that’d betray him. I braced the wall as butterflies shot through my stomach like a night’s star. I stood there contemplating on whether to act on my temptations or realm in my composure. I sprung my phone to life with touch of my fingertips and browsed through my call log.

Harry: “Good morning.”

He answered on the first ring. For him, the tone was brief though welcoming as if he’d been expecting my call. The pleasant level of his voice’s resonance was the same, making it difficult to tell whether or not he’d just woken up like I had.

Winter: “Hey Harry.”

I was extremely unsure of myself. Becoming suddenly aware of the embarrassing lust clouding my judgment that made me call before I lost the urge. There was a constant fiddling with my cartilage piercing. I felt a pause before he continued.

Harry:

“… I want you to come over tonight. Just talking this time… I promise.”

He giggled at the last part. There was a battle internally. Not particularly about whether or not I should go but more of how I’d make that possible. A feeling of defeat overwhelmed me when I realized I had to work the next day. What would I tell Scott? My oddity was unquenched.
I understood that what happened could never happen again... but there was something in me that drew me to him. I desired conversation. Intellectualism. To be honest I desired everything from a guy I knew nothing about. He just wanted to talk though, right? Something told me that he was an essential to my life now and I needed him in it if it was only just to know him. I bit my lip nervously.

“What time?”

I had walked down a couple of blocks from my house. It was around 6 now. The night air was chilling, adding to my feeling of apprehension. The idea of it all made me sea sick. I hadn’t seen him since that night. My pace was speedy. I couldn’t help but replay in my mind how much his life was a complete mystery to me. A mystery I wanted to know more about. I was hit with a rush of infamy when I thought about Scott. I’d told him I wanted some time with the girls tonight. I had mentioned to him before how I felt I’d been neglecting them a lot lately so he surprisingly didn’t question it much at all. He’d been so understanding about it. He trusted me. I tried to shake it off as moments passed before I finally saw a Ford truck of some kind shape into view. It looked a lot like the one Scott had bought for his birthday which I had to admit kind of freaked me out. It stopped a few paces ahead of me before the car door opened. I waited a moment before walking closer. And then I saw them. His curls in a swarm around his head before he swept them to the side with his fingers. I could tell he wore a smile though it was getting a bit dark now. He walked closer grabbing my hand as he spoke.

Harry:

“Might not have mentioned this before, but I think you’re really pretty.”

It was an interesting introduction. I honestly didn’t expect him to be so forward, but it was told from a place of humor. I could tell he was in a good mood by the emphasis on his dimples.

Winter:

“Yea, I got that.”

His tone gave me a feel for his personality. Right away I could tell he’d be easy to talk to. He led me to his car, opening the door and helping me climb in. It smelled like him, though a weird way to put it. It was surprisingly tidy and you could tell he’d never let me eat or drink in it. As he walked over to the other side of the car I began to notice his attire. He was dressed in a dark V- neck shirt under his opened leather jacket. His jeans were dark as well, and I could tell he had a hard time getting them on. His presence was hot, his converses slightly scuffed. I watched as he climbed in, quickly putting the car in drive. I immediately felt attracted to him.

Winter:

“So where are we going?”

It wasn’t awkward at all. It was kind of like we’d done this before. I looked out the window as he passed the remainder of my neighborhood, moving to an unfamiliar street. He drove at a medium speed. Nothing felt rushed.

Harry:

“My house.”

He said looking over at me. I wondered if he really wanted to talk or was this a plan to continue where we left the other night. I didn’t feel trapped. I wanted to go, but my conscious disagreed with my body’s craving.

Winter:

“Harry, you know I can’t. Right?”

He knew what I meant. The rhythm of the road began to make me nauseous. He stopped at the light, looking at me as if to see through me. His green eyes resting on mine as his hands followed.

Harry:

“Sucks you don’t believe me Winter.”

Again with the humor.

Harry:

“Only if you want to, okay?”

It was a more serious tone this time. He leaned over placing a kiss on my nose. I honestly never experienced that. I wondered if he did it with all the girls he met, but I couldn’t help but feel special. There was silence for a moment. He spoke seriously as he broke it.

Harry:

“So where are you right now?”

At first I didn’t understand the question. I looked up at him, his eyes on the road. I began to blink violently, eyebrows knitting together when I realized he was referring to my lie to Scott.

Winter:

“With the girls.”

His mood shifted. He suddenly wasn’t in a pleasing mood. His features quickly changing, hands firmly placed to the steering wheel. I took notice to his lack of will to pick conversation, but chose to stay quiet as well.

We were there. His house was a lot bigger than I initially thought it, though not quite as big as the one I shared with Scott. He grabbed my hand, helping me down from his car and holding on while we walked out of the driveway.
--

His room was neat. Too neat, and I was slightly afraid he’d freak if I bumped into anything. He grabbed my coat after removing his, slowly pulling it off. I took in the atmosphere, looking around as I was now alone in his room. Everything seemed to surprise me. I wondered if he’d cleaned up before my visit. I roamed slowly; his room was the scent of him, making me feel completely at home. Too soon, he was back in the room, watching me as he leaned against the door frame. I walked around, admiring from arms length. Sitting on his bed as I took the fabric between my fingers. It was soft. I wondered how his dating life was. I begin to feel anger at the thought of another girl being with him in that way. Feelings that weren’t mine to have.

Winter:

“You have a girlfriend, Harry?”

I didn’t mean to sound as forward as I did, but I was curious. He seemed to think it amusing.

Harry:

“Nope. No girlfriend.”

I didn’t at all believe him.

Winter:

“Female friends? You can tell me.”

He chuckled a little harder this time at my playful interrogation. Looking at me in disbelief. He mopped his curls to the side for the fifth time I’d witness since picking me up. And yes, I’d been counting.

Harry:

“Would that bother you?”

It was a question I hadn’t been prepared for. I looked up at him, my eyes settling on his face of perfection. He waited for an answer I didn’t have for him.

Winter:

“I don’t think it’d matter.”

He moved forward cautiously. Sitting down on his bed beside me. The intimacy of where we sat sent a tingling through my body.

Harry:

“It does to me.”

I got the sense that he cared a lot for me. More so than I had initially thought possible in this short amount of time. I know I definitely felt something for him, though a little too confusing to put into words. We questioned each other for the majority of the night, the questions becoming more and more difficult to answer.

Harry:

“ Have you been with him since?”

He asked this without meeting my gaze. My facial expression made it obvious that I hadn’t understood.

Harry:

“Sex.”

I wasn’t ready. He still hadn’t looked up at me. I didn’t know if it were his place to ask me that. Was it?

Winter:

“He’s my boyfriend, Harry.”

His eyes had suddenly met mine. I didn’t understand what it was we were doing. I couldn’t help but feel like I was hurting his feelings. His demeanor was changing now. A lot like I had experienced in the beginning of the night when he’d mentioned Scott. He started to get up, choosing to escape the conversation. I wasn’t going to let this go. I grabbed his arm firmly. He immediately mellowed at my touch.

Winter:

“Talk to me.”

He didn’t say anything. It was like I’d done something wrong. But really this was my wrong. I had a boyfriend, and now I felt like I was sharing myself between them. I began to feel hurt, anger for his lack of dialogue now.

Winter:

“ I didn’t say I did, Harry. But I’m communicating to you that it won’t be long before...”


Harry:

“And what if I don’t want you to.”

He’d cut me off, moving closer now. What was I getting myself into. He ran his large hands up the side of my arm. My breath hitched in my throat. I felt a familiar tingle spring through my body. My hand moved to his face in reply. His eyes were beautiful. My fingertips traced his lips, and slowly moved up to tangle in his hair. He moaned in encouragement. The sound made me extremely hot. I felt comfortable, just like before. With him it was easy to feel that way. I could tell he wanted to allow me the first move as permission. His knuckles brushed against my outer thigh, sending signals of pleasure to my brain. He began touching my hair, I couldn’t take it. I knew what he was doing. It was an unfair game, I leaned in without meaning. His presence impaired my senses. His lips were pillows of soft. His tongue hot and wet, I imagined it in the hottest of places. My arms were now around his neck, fingers dancing with the curls that lingered there. He reluctantly left my lips, moving down to give attention to my neck. He began to grin between kissing noticing the marks of passion that stained me from our last encounter. His fingers brushed higher up my inner thigh. I was surprised at the effect he had on me. He encouraged me back into the bed, as he held me by my waist. He smiled down at me, and as I smiled back it quickly faded.

Harry:

“I want you to be mine...only mine.”

He was so hot. I was confused. I didn’t know how far his question traveled, what he was asking of me. Everything was happening so fast. He bit his lip before kissing me harder, passionately. His hands traveled to the hem of my top and he dominated our position. I burned for him. Only he could relieve me now. I pulled up his shirt inching it off as I took in the view of him. He was amazing. Our lips met again as he intertwined our fingers. He began reaching for the button on my skinnies, unzipping in a rather questionable accuracy while kissing the bottom of my stomach. It was like before, me completely at his mercy. I began to laugh at the contact when my phone began to vibrate. He groaned in annoyance; still continuing his actions as I felt around for my phone. I grabbed it quickly, blinking up at the screen.

Winter:

“H-Harry… Shit, Harry ! It’s Scott.”

Notes

Sorry it's so long. Didn't want to leave anything out. Hope you like reading :) !