If I thought I was nervous before the wedding, then I have no words to describe what I feel after Harry makes his intentions clear. I can't even bear to look at him as I fidget with my fingers in my lap. I have never been with a man at all. I thought this marriage was just for show, how can he expect me to, just.. you know? But then again, every side I have seen of Harry so far, has been one curveball and unexpected turn, after the other.

Harry hasn't talked to me at all the whole ride home, or where-ever we were going. A hotel room maybe? I am too afraid to ask. If I dared to look at Harry, I would see a smirk on his face now, I would see how he had his gaze trained on me the whole way, enjoying my state. Enjoying how much of a mess I am because of him. But I don't dare to look, afraid of what I would find.

Eventually, the car comes to a stop and a driver helps us out of the car, addressing me as Mrs. Styles for the first time. I still in my movements, looking at him for a couple seconds, until Harry clears his throat behind me.

"Any time now, Buttercup."

Embarrassed, I take a few more steps to make room for Harry to get out of the car after me and glance around for those few seconds it takes him to get out of the car and appear next to me. We are in an underground garage, so I still didn't know if we are at his house, or at a hotel.

A few seconds later, gentle pressure is put on my back because of Harry's hand, as he guides me to unseen elevator doors. He pushes the button to call for the elevator and guides me in once it arrives. He momentarily removes his hand from my back to access a code panel and taps a few numbers on the touchscreen. The elevator then begins hos ascend and Harry proceeds to putting back his hand where it has been, his pinky finger on the slope of my butt while his thumb makes slow swirls on the small of my back. The tantalizing movements stir something inside of me and I cross my legs to make it easier to fight against the jumble of feelings threatening to awaken. But I don't move away from him, that would allow him to
win and he was far too used to getting his way. I steal another glance in his direction, but he still isn't looking at me. He definitely knows what he's doing.

Eventually, we arrive at Harry's floor as the elevator came to a gentle stop, a gentle bell rings and the doors slid open. For a brief moment, I wonder if he's going to pick me up and carry me over the threshold. I mean, that's what the groom is supposed to do right? However, Harry does no such thing, instead he gently pushes me out of the elevator when I don't move on my own accord.

We walk into his open plan loft and I can't help myself as I look around in awe. I've never set foot in a place like this. Windows line most of the walls and I realized how far above the ground we are. Lights from other skyscrapers twinkle, creating a truly mesmerizing view of New York.

Harry clears his throat, breaking me out of my stupor, as he looks at me expectantly, a smirk on his face. Oh God, does he expect to .. you know? Butterflies erupt in my stomach, but not the good kind. These are making me sick and I'd probably puke if he really expects me to have sex with him. He noticed my discomfort and takes a few strides over to me.

"Aww Buttercup, don't be nervous. I'll be gentle.. At first."

His fingertips trail over the sides of my body, touching, but not touching at the same time, leaving a wonderful feeling of sparks in their wake. It doesn't help with the nerves and neither do his words. I gulp and want to take a step back, distancing myself from him, but I fear the repercussions. He chuckles as he takes in my state and grabs my hand, pulling me with him towards a hallway with a few doors.

I'm barely registering anything as I fear what's going to happen when we enter his bedroom. I don't want it to be like this! I want my first time to be with someone I love, to be special.

Harry stops in front of the first door in the hallway and opens it, revealing a luxurious but plain room, bare of any decorations. He takes me by the waist and I hold my breath. So this is it.. I don't even know what to do! Fear strikes me and I can barely look at him.

He leans closer, agonizingly slow, as if I am his prey. But instead of kissing me, devouring me as I expect him to, he kisses my cheek and leaves, closing the door behind him after he said:

"See you in the morning, Buttercup."

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Their weddingnight! What do you think?