The Night I Met Harry

Winter:

“Who was that, Harry?”

I tried not to let the ache show through my voice. He’d sat in the chair across from me in the center of the living room. My question didn’t seem to surprise him. The thought of them having a relationship that mirrored ours made me feel trivial. I waited for his reply, though I didn’t expect him to answer honestly. I could just be overreacting, but it was something about her that told me I wasn’t. Now, I needed a drink.

Harry:

“She, um… She’s a friend.”

How could any female be just friends with Harry? If he was with someone what was the point of being here? I‘d felt a little in the dark about his life, and the way things were when I wasn’t around. I chose not to reply, suddenly losing contact with his eyes. I felt silly. I’d been upset with him for being with someone when I had someone at home. He was staring at me now. I felt cold without his touch, but at the moment I didn’t want it. Or at least that's what I told myself.

Harry:

“It’s hard for me to know what you’re thinking, Winter, when you don’t tell me.”

He was right. I hadn’t been communicating because I was shutting down. Just as I had before. I didn’t care, it was easier to remain quiet when I wasn’t sure of my feelings. I met his gaze again, appreciative of the fact that he was patient with me. He thought hard before he continued.

Harry:

“ I dated her a couple of months ago… bumped into her last night at work…”

I was surprised he’d even thought I was entitled to this explanation.

“…I swear she didn’t spend the night, okay. She stopped by this morning saying she wanted to talk.”

It was easy to believe him. I wondered why they’d broken up but understood why she’d stopped by. Harry was someone you just couldn’t forget, and it simply didn’t matter the lengths you took in attempt. He continued as if reading my thoughts.

“When I was with her, she was fun. But that was it, partying was her thing. She just wasn’t the relationship type, you know.”

His tone was open. So he was the relationship type? Maybe it was an attempt to make me feel better. I wondered if this was how he felt anytime Scott’s name had come up. The thought made me feel dire. My mind briefly took me back to that night. “I have a boyfriend.” Had been my first words to him, yet he hadn’t backed off. What was I to him now?

Winter:

“She’s pretty.”

I’d said it attempting a smile. I wanted him to know that it didn’t bother me, though that’s exactly what it did. I felt a difference in the air between us and knew it’d been because of her. It wasn’t fair to him to be upset about the situation when mine had been worse. I instantly felt better at the presence of his dimples as he smiled at me from across the table. I wonder how many girls in his life had agreed with me.

Harry:

“You’re prettier.”

He was supposed to say that but his humor definitely made me laugh. I leaned back into the couch before he’d gotten up pulling me up with him. His hands were in mine, his touch moving to the round of my waist. I felt the heat now. I’d never get tired of looking at him. I embraced him in a hug, taking complete advantage of the moment. His smell was mesmerizing. His skin, softer then I remembered it last. I felt his stomach against mine, and then came the butterflies. I wondered if I’d ever given him that feeling. I felt a vibration coming from my pocket, and began to panic. I released Harry reluctantly, reaching in and looking down. It was Caitlin. Somehow, I didn’t feel relieved.

Winter:

“It’s just my friend Caitlin. Two seconds, okay.”

I gave him a playful smile, as I began to answer.

Harry:

“Okay. But I’m counting.”

He walked over to the kitchen, opening the frig as I answered.

Winter:

“What now?”
I didn’t care how it sounded. I was so over my phone ringing every time I was with Harry. She began to laugh.

Caitlin:

“Hello, to you too. Just wanted to see if you were hanging out with us today?”

Winter:

“I’m busy today.”

I peered over at Harry as he watched me from across the room. He’d been listening to my conversation. She didn’t reply immediately.

Caitlin:

“Tomorrow then. Please?”

I just wanted to get rid of her.

Winter:

“Yea sure, see you then.”

I hung up as I turned around to face Harry. He’d taken his shirt off, now digging through the contents of the frig. I’d never seen or met a guy quite like Harry. He was stunning. I wasn’t sure he knew of the effect he had on me. He turned around, pouring a glass of milk for himself. His stomach was so tone, it was hard to draw my eyes away from it. I tried helplessly to speak casually.

Winter:

“Just got dragged into something with the girls tomorrow.”

I tried not to look at his body. Holding only eye contact which I’m sure he noticed.

Harry:

“It can’t be all bad. They’re how we met.”

I thought about it for a moment, looking down at my fingers. I felt withdrawn anytime he mentioned our encounter that night. He watched my reaction to his words. I felt him move closer.

Harry:

“Stay with me tonight.”

At first I’d thought I hadn’t heard him correctly. I wasn’t use to sleeping anywhere but the bed I shared with Scott. It had been alarming and somewhat eerie waking up at Caitlin’s after our crazy night. What would I tell Scott that he’d believe anyways? I’d just told him I didn’t feel well. He had to notice a difference in my behavior over the past few weeks and I didn’t want him to question it quite yet. I hadn’t answered, I was making it a habit when it came to these kinds of questions.

Harry:

“Just for a bit, okay.”

He was behind me now. I felt him against my back, his face resting on my shoulder. I tried pushing to the back of my mind the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Winter:

“Okay.”

I was glad he didn’t ask for the entire night. I wasn’t sure how I would have made that a reality if he did. Everything was so perplexing. I just wanted to be with him without the complications.

He’d led me back to the couch now, and I sensed he wanted to talk. He’d knit his eyebrows together anytime he thought of something too hard or deeply. I waited for him to communicate to me what he’d been thinking.

Harry:

“Has anything changed, that I should know about?”

He had to stop with the vague questions if he ever wanted me to answer.

Winter:

“What would change, Harry?”

He looked down again, as if to focus in on something on the floor.

Harry:

“You and him.”

His hair was swept from his face. I wanted him to know that I hadn’t but I didn’t know if I could push Scott away much longer. He was a good guy, the one I’d always love.

Winter:

“He um…”

My brain had scattered. Harry did that to me sometimes. He looked up in a way encouraging me to finish.

Winter:

“He wanted to today… I told him I wasn’t feeling well.”

I sensed relief. I was beginning to feel I meant a lot to him. The realization of my words began to set in. It honestly felt wrong saying it out loud, like now my priorities had completely changed to accommodate Harry. He grabbed my arm, gently pulling me over to him. His hands met my thigh, urging me to straddle him. I didn’t think about it. I was kissing him now, his hands resting on my lower back. He was such a good kisser it made me long for more of him. He offered me his tongue and I took it hungrily. My brain becoming cloudy. His right hand moved up to urge my chin closer. My arms planted around his neck pulling him nearer. His scent was becoming mine in our close contact. His fingers hooked the bottom of my top, motioning for me to remove it. I obliged, slowly pulling it off as he watched me in lust. My bra was revealed to him now. He pulled me once more, unbuttoning my pants in unison. Suddenly he’d stood up with me around him, I buried my face into the croak of his neck. He led us up to his bedroom, as I followed with my eyes enjoying the experience for the second time. He lay me down softly on his bed as he lay between my legs bathing me in kisses. He looked down at me lovingly.

Harry:

“You cold babe?”

I think it’d been the first time he’d called me that. It made me feel wanted. I thought about it as I realized how cold it was without my shirt on, though his body was warm against mine.

Winter:

“Sort of.”

I didn’t want him to leave, if only to turn on the heat.

Harry:

“I’ll be back okay. Too seconds.”

He presented me with is dimples on the last part. I felt lucky to have him.

Winter:

“I’ll be counting.”

He laughed before rushing up and out of the room. I felt alone in that moment. My heart felt sore at his absence. In that instant I felt fear. Fear that I’d been falling for him.

He was back in the room now, helping me up as he pulled back the covers. I kicked off my shoes as he undid my pants, pulling them off and helping me in. I felt comfortable in front of him. The sheets were soft, his handsome scent buried between them. I laid my head in his pillows as I watched him undress before cuddling next to me. I felt heat at the sight of him in only his underwear. His hair was pushed from his face again, arms snuggled around me now. He kissed my nose changing our positions as he climbed above me. He lifted me slightly, unhooking my bra expertly and tossing it to the side.

Harry:

“You’re so beautiful, you know that.”

He wouldn’t let me forget. I couldn’t help but give him a smile, loving the essence of his personality. He made me feel different. Important. He began kissing my neck, nibbling occasionally. I moaned in encouragement, pulling him closer. I felt bursts of pleasure from his kisses alone as he moved up to plant one on my lips. He moved further down, wrapping his mouth around color of my nipple. I tingled under his touch, wanting him badly now, though I loved the way he teased me. I felt a lot of things with Harry but doubt was never one of them. He connected his green orbs to mine as he continued, kissing the area between my boobs. I grabbed his hand, squeezing sporadically in hopes of controlling myself. He watched me so closely as if to study my every reaction. I bit my lip as he kissed the spots leading to my belly button. He lay there for a moment rubbing the outlines of his lips to the flat of stomch as I licked my lips in satisfaction. He slowly took my fingers in one hand, moving the others up to lightly tangle in the curls of his hair. I knew then what he wanted, suddenly beginning to lose it just at the thought. My chest rose and fell quickly as he settled between my legs.

Winter:

“Harry, I…”

I couldn’t form sentences now. The heat of our positions turning me on. He looked up as I moved my fingers down to touch his face in my failure to communicate.

Harry:

“Let me… I’ll be slow, okay. I promise.”

His eyes were beautiful. His voice deep and pleading. He waited for my permission. I nodded slowly as I stared back at him, he came up to kiss my lips softly again before settling back. I felt his curls on my lower stomach as he started. His lips teased the inside of my thighs as the tips of his fingers pulled the fabric aside. His skin tickled the surfaces of my mine when I felt him. His warm tongue flicked against my area of sensitivity proficiently. His full lips sucked sending chills throughout the veins of my body. I moaned his name as he continued against me. In this moment I was entirely his. My hands found my hair pulling aggressively, as I moaned and quivered under him.

Harry:
“Oh my god, you’re so hot.”

I knew he noticed how wet I’d gotten, I watched him as he lowered his head again. My hands roamed, longing to grab something other the Harry’s head. He quickly noticed this, intertwining my fingers with his own as I squeezed. I knew he'd been loving this. My breathing was uneven now as he thrilled me with the tip of his tongue. Over and over he sucked as I lost it. God he was good at this. I felt myself grow more and more sensitive, surprised that he chose not to use his hands.

Winter:
“Harry.”

I was warning him. My legs threaten to close but failed with his large hand keeping them open. I kept expecting him to rest a bit but he didn’t. He pulled my fingers back up to rest in his hair as he continued. His pace was now quickening. My eyes were squeezed shut, my mind becoming numb. He stopped for a moment, his fingers now replacing his tongue to speak.

Harry:
“Babe… Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open as I peered into his pretty ones. They were dark now. He removed his hand going down to continue his work. His eyes didn’t leave mine. I was growing weak now. He squeezed my fingers with his large hands, licking again and again without losing contact with my eyes. He moved impossibly closer as my sounds filled his bedroom, and I was complete. I squeezed his hand as he continued in my release. His name left my lips numerous times before I weakened into the depth of the bed. He placed a swarm of tender kisses there before coming up the length of my body, kissing idly. My hands were at his sides as he pecked my lips repeatedly before sliding his tongue between them. I took it fully, slowly, as my brain begin to process what had just happened. He never left his position, laying his head on my chest now. Curls massaging my skin in the process. I could barely here him as I drifted off into a deep slumber.

Harry:
“You’re so beautiful.”

Notes

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