Leah

"Thank God that's over." Harry said, kissing my cheek and taking my stack of books from me as we walked out of the school building.

"I have so much homework." I groaned, rubbing my face tiredly.

"Do you still want me to come over? I don't want to distract you."

I smiled at his worried expression and shook my head. "Of course I want you to come over."

"Alright." Harry smiled at me and lazily threw his arm over my shoulders as we walked to his truck. "After you." He prompted, opening the door for me.

I laughed, now used to his overly-chivalrous ways, and climbed in. Once Harry got in I leaned my back against the window and draped my feet on his lap, smiling when he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Comfy?"

"Very."

Harry just smiled and shook his head, getting in line to exit the parking lot. He turned on the radio and rolled his eyes as a pop song blared, switching to the CD player, and Keb' Mo' drifted to my ears. I rolled down my window and leaned my head back, sighing contently as the fall air swirled around me.

"I love this." I murmured. "This is perfect. The weather. The music. This moment." I opened my eyes. "You."

Harry smiled and rubbed my leg. "You're perfect too."

I scrunched up my nose at him and sat up, leaning over to kiss him with my hand on his chest. Harry hummed against my lips contently, and craned his neck when I pulled away, a pout on his lips.

"I wasn't finished kissing you." He complained.

"You have to focus!" I laughed, my point only being proven when an impatient driver beeped his horn when Harry didn't move up in the line.

"Bugger off." He muttered, an english slang curse that he used often.

We drove back to my house and ran up the driveway. Harry was kissing on my neck and shoulders as I fumbled with the key to open the front door. I threw it open finally and we burst in, throwing the bags to the side as Harry kicked the door shut with his foot.

I turned around and laughed as he immediately grabbed my body to pull himself hard against me, leaning down to kiss my lips hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms locked around my waist, my hands tangling in his curls and tugging gently as we kissed in the entryway of my house.

"I've been waiting to do that all day." He breathed out, once we finally pulled away.

"Me too." I giggled, grabbing his hand. "Let me give you the tour."

"Alright."

We walked through the house, me pointing out various rooms until we reached the last doorway. "And this... is my room."

Harry's eyes flickered with something I couldn't place and I opened the door. I had taken the master bedroom, since my mom wasn't here anymore. So it was big, the queen size bed was against one wall, while a huge desk faced the windows. My closet door was next to my dresser, and pictures of Rachel and I hung all over.

"Wow." He murmured. "It's not what I expected."

"What do you mean?"

Harry shrugged. "I was expecting a library, with a cot in the corner. And a bigger desk."

I smacked his chest lightly and he grinned. I bit my lip and took a fistful of Harry's t-shirt, walking backwards towards the bed as I kept my eye contact with him. In a second, Harry had me up against him with my legs around his waist, walking over to my bed. I felt the soft pillows hit my back and Harry climbed over me, his mouth not moving from mine. I felt like I was on cloud nine as he kissed down my neck, grazing multiple spots that made my body ignite.

"No marks." I breathed out, holding his head to my chest.

"What if they're where people can't see?" He murmured against my skin.

"Huh?"

Keeping our eye contact, Harry moved down my body so he was lying in-between my legs, ignoring my squeak of shock. He lifted my shirt up, and I self-consciously pulled it over my head, too curious to see what he would do to stop him. He kissed gently up my stomach until he reached the valley of my breasts, right where my black lace bra connected.

"Like here." He whispered, his lips catching against the skin. I could see my body trembling and he kept kissing until his full lips touched the swell of my breast. "Or here." I inhaled sharply as he moved to the other one. "Or here."

'Harry." I whimpered, feeling his belt rub at the area between my thighs. He looked up at me and shook his head. "I don't want to do anything you're not ready for."

"Harry." I said, more insistently. "If you don't finish what you started I swear to god I'll kill you."

"Mmmm." He hummed, and suddenly his shirt was off, as well as his pants. I shimmied out of my leggings and was left in my bra and a matching thong. Harry was just in his black boxer briefs. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, tilting my head back to let out a guttural moan when he finally rolled his hips against mine, letting the thin fabric create friction. His lips attached to the places he'd specified earlier, in the same order, and soon I could see the three purple hickeys forming. My body was melting, I couldn't breath or speak, as the pleasure became unsurpassable. I reached my peak and strained out his name in a desperate attempt, my nails digging into his back as we both finished and collapsed. Harry's weight pressed down against me as his head fell into my neck, both of us breathing hard.

"Holy shit." He gasped.

I couldn't do more than hold his head with one hand, the other still on his back. My body still tingled from the feelings Harry evoked in me. "Yeah."

He lifted his head, and my hand slid to his neck. "Are you okay?"

I swallowed, trying to find my voice. "Yeah?"

Harry's brow furrowed, then his face smoothed out in realization. "Leah have you ever had an orgasm before?"

I blinked a few times, feeling the self-consciousness sink in. "Not really."

"Are you a virgin?"

I was getting more mortified by the passing second. "Yeah."

"Oh." He rolled off of me, laying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

I could feel my tears returning and I sat up quickly grabbing the first items of clothing I could find and walking into the bathroom. Once inside, I got dressed and groaned when I saw I'd grabbed Harry's shirt that he had worn to my house, and no bra. I heard footsteps and then my bedroom door shut, making a horrified squeak come from my mouth. He was leaving. He was actually leaving. I leaned against the door and sighed heavily. This is what I get for not sleeping around. The first guy I would actually have sex with runs because I'm a fucking virgin.

I sat on the floor of the bathroom for a few minutes, crying while wallowing in self-loathing and self-piteous thoughts, until my bedroom door opened again, making me freeze.

"Leah?"

I mentally cursed, scrambling to my feet and throwing open the door. Harry stood there, holding two mugs of what looked to be tea, and a sheepish smile on his face. When he saw I was crying though, his smile dropped and he put the mugs down, immediately pulling me into a hug.

"What's wrong?"

I sighed, feeling even more embarrassed. "I thought you left because I'm a... I thought you didn't want to see me anymore because I'm so inexperienced."

"Leah." He groaned. "Love, I would never do anything like that. I don't care that your a virgin. I mean, I care, but not in a bad way. I like that about you. I like that I'm making you feel these things for the first time. Seriously, I wouldn't care if you had slept with twenty guys, or no guys, or even girls. I like you for who you are. I would never leave just because of something so small."

"Okay." I whispered, my face pressed against the skin of his chest. His scent was strong, woodsy with the underlying smell I could never place. I inhaled deeply and pulled away a bit, looking up at him. "Sorry."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss me gently. "It's okay." He kissed me again then laughed. "We talked about this. You have to stop apologizing for things that you can't control."

I took the tea he handed me. "I'm working on it."

As Harry went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up, I sat on the bed and drank my tea, trying to stop the shocks of electricity that went through my fingers to my toes. I thought about how different actual sex with Harry would feel. I knew it would hurt, it always hurt at first, but I also knew he wouldn't do anything further than I was ready for at any given time.

"Hey, love."

I smiled at Harry as he walked back out and climbed onto the bed, just in his boxers again. He laid on his back next to me, and I shifted so I was sitting cross-legged, facing him. Tentatively, my hand reached out and began tracing the ink that decorated his chest. I started with the swallows under his collarbones, my fingertips moving over the intricate wings, then to the butterfly, smiling when I saw his toned abdomen tense up a bit under my touch. I continued downwards to the fern leaves on either side of his hips. Harry was looking at me through all of this, his eyes never moving from my face as they burned with some hidden emotion. My fingers trailed up to his right arm, over the eagle that was inked there, glancing up to his face with a small smile when I met his gaze.

"You have so many." I murmured, taking his left hand and examining the ship he had on his bicep.

"I know." He smiled a bit. "Some of them have meaning, some don't. It's not a big deal to me what goes on my body." I smiled and raised my eyebrow at the naked mermaid tattoo. "I was drunk." He defended, laughing a bit. I nodded and leaned down, kissing his chest.

"I like them. It tells a story, kind of. It's like your life is inked onto your body, but no one knows the story but you."

He intertwined our fingers. "I want you to know the story."

I smiled and kissed his knuckles. "We'll make our own story."

~*~

"So how's that boy?"

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Mom, do you really want to talk about boys with me?"

"If it's serious I do."

I sighed and laid down on the bed, almost blushing at the memory of what Harry and I did here. "It's serious. I really, really like him mom."

"Is he smart? What's his GPA?"

I closed my eyes. "That stuff doesn't matter. He's just... he's a beautiful person. Inside and out. He's sweet and sensitive and he cares about me so much."

"Baby girl you sound like you're in love with him. You've known him for what? A week?"

I sighed. "It's not like that mom. It doesn't matter how long I've actually known him. I feel I've known him forever. I can talk to him about everything, even daddy."

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

I smiled to myself. "Harry's not going to hurt me. I know that."

"He's a teenage boy. That's what they do."

I sighed and sat up. "He's not just some teenage boy mom. He's... He's starting to become everything."

"And what about you?" She questioned. "Are you everything to him?"

I couldn't stop the smile that came over my face. "I think so."

~*~

"So are you two like, exclusive?" Rachel said, leaning in close over the lunch table.

I nodded. "I mean, yeah. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. That's usually what that means, right?"

"Have you gone on any more dates?"

I shook my head. "I think we're making Friday our date night. He likes to plan things out, not just do dinner and a movie."

Rachel smiled and shook her head. "You got lucky babe. Seriously. Harry's like, hot."

I laughed, checking the time on my phone. "I know he is. Believe me, I know. But I gotta go Rach, I have Math homework to do."

"You mean Harry-homework?" She teased, laughing as I smacked her arm and walked out to the hallway.

"Jackson."

I closed my eyes and groaned, looking up to see Eli standing in my path. His encounter with Harry had only bruised his ego for a few days. Now he was back to his cocky self.

"What do you want Eli?"

"I want you to tell that boyfriend of yours that he should watch his back."

"Noted." We both looked behind us to see Harry standing there, a calm expression on his face, but at the same time threatening. "Now if you could please move to let her pass."

Eli moved his arm but stepped up into Harry's face. He was shorter, by about four inches, but he still made a threatening figure. "You just watch Styles. She'll be screaming my name by this time next month. I'll make sure of it."

Harry's jaw clenched and I stepped forward, sliding my hand into his and rubbing his arm with my other one. "Harry let's just go."

"Yeah Harry." He mimicked. "Go."

"Eli shut up." I snapped. "He's already proven he can kick your ass and you really don't want to start this right now. Let's go Harry."

I grabbed his hand and marched off, pulling him down hallways until we got to the library, throwing a 'hi' to the librarian as I marched up the stairs to the quiet study area that was deserted.

"I hate him!" I cried, finally letting go of Harry and sitting on a table. "I hate him so fucking much."

"I know." He stepped in-between my legs and let me wrap my arms around his middle, holding me close as I buried my face into his chest. "I'm sorry for getting angry."

"No it's okay. You have a right to be angry. I don't want anything to do with him and I don't understand why he won't just let it go and move on."

"Because he's a guy. He's used to getting what he wants and playing the alpha role. He doesn't like it when there's two alpha's involved."

I lifted my head. "You're an alpha?"

Harry stroked my cheek. "I am when it comes to you. I don't want other guys thinking they can have you."

I smiled. I hadn't seen this protective side of Harry yet, apart from when he threw Eli against the wall, and I liked it. "Is that so?"

"Mmhm." Harry hummed and leaned his forehead against mine. "I don't like it when other guys look at you, because they do. I don't like it when they look at your ass when you walk down the hallway, or smile at you when you talk to them. I don't like them thinking they have a chance with you."

I shook my head. "People don't do that Harry."

"Yes they do." His hands spread over the sides of my face, his green eyes were dark and I bit my lip, feeling my insides start to warm. "They look at you and I get jealous. I've never gotten jealous before. I don't know what you do to me, and you don't know either. You don't know what this-" He reached up and pulled my bottom lip out from my teeth. "Does to me. It drives me crazy."

I swallowed hard and pulled his head down so our lips connected, kissing him deeply. After a few moments, Harry pulled away, but those seconds were enough to make my head hazy.

"We should be studying."

I blinked a few times. "Yeah."

He smiled and sat down at the table, pulling out his math textbook like nothing just happened. I climbed down from the table on shaky legs, and sat across from him, trying to clear my head as I looked over my math notes. Every once in a while, I felt Harry's eyes on me, and looked up to see him staring at me, smiling. Finally, I spoke.

"What?"

"You're beautiful." He whispered, leaning in like it was a secret between us.

I mimicked his stance. "So are you."

The corner of his mouth lifted up. "Will you go out with me on Friday?"

I smiled. "Like a date?"

"Exactly."

I pretended to think about it. "I don't know... I'll have to ask my boyfriend. He's a bit protective."

"Mmm... very funny."

I laughed and shook my head. "Of course I'll go out with you on Friday. I don't even think you have to ask anymore."

He smiled. "I'll always ask."

I reached over to lace our fingers together. "And I'll always say yes."

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