How are you guys doing this whole Corona situation? I'm always here to talk if you want :) I'm trying to update more but online school is KILLING me. I'll keep trying but I'm having major writer's block. Don't worry though, I have a lot of chapters drafted so I'm not leaving you like that. 

Ellie's P.O.V

I'm antsy as I'm being driven home. Gemma was generous and allowed me to borrow her driver to drop me off. She claimed she'd probably spend the night at her mother's anyway. She also winked as she dropped me outside, but I ignored it. 

Definitely a major switch from her previous behavior. 

I wish Harry and I could leave together, but that would catch the press' attention and there would be several speculations. Not to mention, it's his mom's special night. She deserves the spotlight, not a pair of young lovers.

Did I just say lovers?

When I arrive, I go straight up to Harry's room. I knock several times, but no answer. I debate using his keycard to get in. It feels like an invasion of privacy, even though I doubt he'd mind. After mulling over it, and getting some weird looks in the hall, I decide to go in. God knows how long he'll take to get here anyway.

I let out a gasp when I open the door. 

Flower petals line the floor and lead to the bedroom. I follow the trail to find the bed covered in petals as well. A bouquet is also on the bed, along with a box of chocolates.

The door opens and I take a minute to realize he's back. My heart rapidly beats in my chest and my palms are coated in sweat. I go to meet him so he knows I'm here. 

"Aw fuck, you beat me to it," he sighs when he sees me. He isn't as disappointed as he acts, judging by the amusement in his eyes. I go straight in for a hug. No one's ever been so romantic to me. "I'm, uh, not implying we have to have sex. Just thought it would be a nice gesture," he stammers, turning a slight shade of red. "Wow, it was dumb, I'm sorry." 

"Where did you even get the time?" I pull away and lightly push him against the wall. "Harry fucking Styles, you deserve it." 

His breath hitches and I begin kissing him before he can react. Our kisses start light and playful. Like always, continuing builds up the sexual tension between us.  I secretly love the power I have over him at this moment. 

Harry flips us so I'm against the wall, dominating my lips in a possessive way. Just like that, all the power has shifted back to him. 

"Are you sure?" He asks warily. I nod. "Say yes," he pleads.

"Yes."

He begins unzipping my dress. I turn around so he has better access. His hands slowly skim my exposed back, almost taunting me. Tingles linger everywhere he touches. 

"Be careful, I'm returning that," I warn in all seriousness. 

Harry's amused, but doesn't question it. He slowly unzips me and the dress pools at my feet. 

He steps back and admires my body. I shy away, feeling insecure. I step out of the dress and lightly nudge it away with my foot. 

I think he senses my timidness. He begins undressing as well. I stop him and do it myself, but slowly. I tease him in the same way he teases me. 

First, I start with his coat. I slide it down his broad shoulders. I toss it to some corner of the room. His eyes darken at the mere act. Then, I start unbuttoning his shirt. About halfway through, I untuck his shirt and continue with the buttons. My hands momentarily feel his abs. He tenses under my touch, but I know it's a good sign. 

I act slowly, trying to stall. Part of me is still nervous. I know I want to do it with him, but the thought of it is scary, especially after a rocky few weeks. 

Harry's bursting with anticipation. I try to speed up a little. I slide his shirt off of him and it falls to the ground. Next is his pants. 

Instead, I feel around his chest. I admire his tattoos with my eyes and hands, tracing with my fingers. 

In the meantime, he begins to undo his pants. I let him, knowing the suspense is probably driving him insane. God knows how long it's been since he's had sex. 

The pants drop to the floor and all that's left is his boxers. We're both in our underwear, just staring at each other. I put away my insecurity and marvel at his body again. 

We both lean into each other and begin kissing. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to his bed and gently drops me down. The softness of the rose petals is felt on my back. 

The chocolate and bouquet have mysteriously disappeared. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, holding himself on top of me.

"Yes," I whisper. "Are you?"

He grins. "Yes, baby." He begins leaving kisses down my body until he reaches my underwear. He slowly peels them off and begins tonguing me. I gasp at the sudden sensation but embrace it. Just the simplest touch makes me relax.

I moan with pleasure and my hands ball up the sheets under me. My back arches with every flick. He adds some handwork, knowing just how to make me crumble between him. 

I grab at his hair and pull, unable to control my hands. He seems to enjoy it just as much, momentarily pausing. 

He pops his head up and begins kissing me. I'm squirming with anticipation, missing his tongue on me.

"I need to bring a rubber. I'll be back," he kisses me and disappears from the bed. I pray for him to hurry, knowing I can't wait. All nervousness is gone, and I have a strong sense of wanting. 

He quickly scrambles back into the room with a condom. I sit up and watch him pull down his boxers. His dick springs out, already hard.

I motion for him to sit down and begin giving head. I figure doing something for him will make me feel more at ease. We've done all this before, which is good for me. A sense of familiarity before I jump into the unknown. He nearly collapses with pleasure, moaning with every stroke.

"Fuck baby," he moans, holding my hair back as I work my magic.

He doesn't allow me to continue for long, wanting to climax during penetration. He gently lays me down on the bed and hastily puts the condom on. 

"I'm going to go nice and slow," he says, hovering above. "At any point, if you want me to stop, tell me. I'm warning you, it'll be super uncomfortable at first. You just need to ride it out, okay?"

I nod and close my eyes, anticipating the pain. I've always heard the first time hurts. I just hope it isn't as bad as I think.

"I'm going in," he warns before sliding in. At first, it's discomforting. It doesn't hurt as much as I imagined, but it's definitely not pleasant. It's like a tight pressure in my uterus. 

Then, he slowly thrusts in and out, picking up the pace as time passes. 

He makes sure I'm okay every step of the way. 

At first, it's uncomfortable. He keeps asking what I want, trying to help pleasure me. Hell, it's my first time. How do I know what I want?

When he starts picking up the pace, pleasure ripples through me. I moan, trying not to be too loud. Harry himself is moaning, his hips thrusting in and out. I grip on his biceps, needing to feel stable. I'm pretty sure my nails are digging into him, but he doesn't complain. 

He slows down, much to my disappointment. His intense gaze meets mine as if reading my expression. "Faster," I beg. His eyes darken and he follows my pleas, picking up the pace once again. I moan his name continuously, not being able to control the pleasure rippling through me. 

His head eventually bows in the crook of my shoulder. He whispers my name in my ear. His heavy breathing matches mine and his curls tickle my ear. "I'm coming," he warns in a husky voice.

A warm sensation fills me inside. Harry lovingly looks down at me. I reciprocate the look, feeling such a strong emotion toward him. He pushes my hair away from my face and kisses my sweaty forehead.

He pulls out and leaves the bed, presumably to throw the condom away.

I lay in bed, panting. I look for my underwear on the floor, but a soreness erupts in my body. I wince, laying back down. 

"Did it hurt?" Harry asks, carrying a t-shirt. He picks up my underwear and slides it up my legs. I cover my face with my arms, embarrassed. 

I don't know why. He's already seen every part of me. I feel much more exposed when the sexual tension is gone. 

"Sit up," he orders. I slowly get up, Harry helping me. I pull the rest of my underwear up while he dresses me with his shirt.

It's funny, I have never felt more like a child.

Once I'm clothed, I lay back down. I'm too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. I pull the covers to my chin, having the need to be as covered as possible. The remaining rose petals shift, many falling on the floor. 

I cannot believe I just had sex... Just like that.

"I'm going to be right back." His weight is lifted off the bed and I'm alone once again. Before he comes back, I feel myself dozing off.

A/N:

Sorry the sex scene is so... bleh. IDK I didn't want to make it too vulgar, but not too soft either? Either way, the deed is done!!!