Moving day was much closer than anticipated. I began packing all my prized possessions and clothes. Luckily for us, the apartment came pre-furnished. I don't even want to know how much it costs.

Basically, I need to pack all my things except my bed and dresser.

I sigh, dropping on to my bed. I need a break from the packing. My back is beginning to hurt.

A small tap comes from my window. I ignore it, probably a bird.

Then it happens again, and again, and again.

I groan, going to check out the persistent animal. I pull my curtains down to find nothing. I look around, trying to find the source.

Just then, a pebble comes flying at the window. It makes a small tap, then falls to the ground. My eyes shift downward to see Harry standing there.

What in the world?

I gesture to the front door and run downstairs. When I open it, I give him an amused expression. "You know, you could have just knocked."

He smiles sheepishly. "Wasn't sure if your mum was home."

"You could have called or texted too."

"Where's the fun in that? Besides, I think this is quite romantic. Like Romeo and Juliet" He pushes past me into my home. 

I narrow my eyes at him and close the door behind me. He abruptly stops walking, causing me to bump into him. 

"Ouch," I yelp as my nose collides with his hard back.

He turns around and chuckles. "Watch where you're going," he teases.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I didn't know you were going to be here!"

Instead of responding, he puts his hands on my waist. He leans in closer and I close my eyes, anticipating a kiss. I wait a couple seconds and am met with disappointment. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" He innocently cocks his head.

"You're an ass," I mutter before getting on my tippytoes and giving him a small kiss. 

When I go to pull away, he pushes my head back toward him and deepens the kiss. I give in, knowing it's been too long since we kissed. 

I hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs. I sober up and step away from Harry as quickly as possible. He shoots me an amused smirk as Lily comes into view.

"Hey- oh. Hi Harry, I had no idea you'd be here!" Shock takes over her face. 

"Hello, Lily." Harry politely greets.

"Oh wow..." she smiles for a second, then snaps out of it. "Uh, I'm going to a friend's house for the night."

I notice the duffle bag in her hand. "Does mom know?" 

She nods affirmatively. I shoot her a thumbs up and she leaves the house, waving bye to Harry in the process. 

"Now," Harry smirks, spinning me toward him and putting his hands in the back of my jean pockets. "Where were we?"

A light blush spreads over my face, but I try to contain it. 

"Ah... forget how easily you blush sometimes."

"I do not!" I cry, burying my face in his chest. I feel his hands come out of my pocket and he lifts my face up.

"It's cute," is all he says before resuming our earlier kiss. 

Before I know it, he backs me into the wall. He places both his arms against the wall, leaning in toward me. My heart races.

He trails from my lips to my jaw, then to my ear. He nibbles the lobe a little.

"Hey," I giggle. He moves down to my neck and kisses me, then nibbles on the skin. He sucks on the spot, and I cringe, knowing it's going to leave a mark.

I can feel his smirk on my neck. I bring his head back to my face, kissing on the lips. 

Things begin getting hot and heavy. Before I know it, we kiss harder, as if we're trying to catch up with our missed time. 

We part for a moment, Harry gesturing to the stairs. I nod shyly, grabbing his hand. He leads me up to my room, and at this moment, I don't even think about how messy it is.

He doesn't seem to notice. As soon as I shut the door behind me, we begin our makeout session again, the passion never leaving.

He picks me up and drops me on the bed, hovering above. His eyes have a mischievous glint.

I decide to dominate, forcing him to put his weight on me by knocking his elbows down. Then, I roll over, getting on top of him. Before he realizes what I'm doing, I straddle his waist. 

He smirks at my boldness.

I dip down, kissing his jaw. I eventually find his weak spot, which is below his ear. I feel him shudder when I near the spot. I make sure to kiss, then nibble it. He groans loudly and I smirk, proud of myself. 

"Fuck," he groans before spinning us back around so he's on top. I yelp with the sudden movement. "Two can play at this game," he smirks, kissing me everywhere. I assume he's trying to find my weak spot.

My breath hitches when he reaches my collarbone. He smirks against my skin when he knows my spot. I squirm under his touch, but he holds me still.

His face reappears in my view. Before we can do anything else, I begin to unbutton his shirt. He shrugs it off with no effort. He lifts my top up to expose my stomach. He begins planting kisses all over. His long lashes tickle my skin.

I sit up and pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in only my bra. I go to unclasp it, but he stops me.

"I want to do it," he growls, his eyes darkening. I remember the last time, I didn't have a bra on because of my dress. He begins to unclasp it using only one hand, never breaking eye contact. Once he's successful, he simultaneously pulls both the straps down my arms and flings it across the room.

He drips back down, placing kisses from my neck to my jeans, kissing me right in my cleavage. 

I blush, hard.

He hastily begins to unzip my jeans and drags them off, my underwear coming with it. He wastes no time in pleasuring me, using his fingers and tongue. I squirm under him, not being able to take the pleasure striking through my body. 

I instinctively tug at his hair. Doing this causes some reaction because he pops back up and hastily kisses my lips. 

The next minute, he disappears. I watch as he rushes to get his pants off. He pulls down his pants along with his boxers. His member springs out, already hard. He jumps back on the bed, shaking me. 

"My turn," I smile before sitting up. I gently grab his dick and push it in my mouth. He pulls on my hair, making sure it's not in my face, like my personal hair tie.

My gag reflex isn't the best, and I force myself to take him all in. He helps me by thrusting in and out at a slow pace so I won't be overwhelmed. I begin swirling my tongue around his tip, causing him to groan. 

He pulls out of my mouth and lets go of my hair. I give him a confused look, and he smiles sheepishly. "If you continue that, I'll be finished before we start," he explains.

I nod, my cheeks flushing red. He pulls out a condom and puts it on quickly. I sit awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Lie down," he instructs. I nod and do as he says. He hovers on top of me and begins kissing me as his member enters. I gasp as first, forgetting the uncomfortable sensation at first. He distracts me with kisses. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down gently.

I moan as he swiftly thrusts in and out. "Fuck," I moan.

His mouth comes to my ear and he whispers, "Say my name."

"Harry," I moan. He goes faster, harder, deeper. I keep moaning his name, and he does the same with mine.

Surprisingly, I don't have to fake an orgasm this time. I actually cum around the same time as him. When he's done, he collapses on top of me.

We're both sweaty messes. I'm breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. 

"Fuck," he whispers, rolling next to me. 

I bite my lip apprehensively. "How was I?"

He looks over at me with wide eyes. "Amazing," he breathes. 

I smile, feeling a little cocky. 

His hand shoots out and he moves my hair behind my ear. I blush at the intimacy. The look he's giving me is enough to knock the breath out of me. 

"I need to shower," I mumble. His face lights up and he hops out of bed. 

"I'll join you," he smirks.

"W-what?" I blush furiously.

His smile drops. "I've seen you naked a lot. C'mon, it's just a shower. Besides, it'll save water." He holds his hand out to me. I reluctantly take it. He's right, he's seen every inch of me. No need to avoid it now. "Atta girl. Now, where are your towels? Or should we share one?"

I look up to see his smirk. I shyly look away and point to the linen closet in the bathroom. He smiles and pulls out two random towels. 

I heat up the shower in the meantime. When it's hot enough, I step in, waiting for him to join. He steps in and immediately hisses. "Ouch," he cries, turning the knob to the cooler side. "You shower like this?"

"No, Harry. It's going to be too cold now!" I complain.

He smirks. "I'll keep you warm."

I blush for the hundredth time. "This wasn't a good idea." He rolls his eyes and puts a blob of shampoo in his hand. He plops it on my head and begins washing my hair. "What are you doing?" I ask in complete shock.

"Washing your hair, love. You should pay more attention." 

I roll my eyes but let him continue. We switch sides, with me standing under the water. Once my hair is rinsed, I give him a mischievous look. "My turn."

I grab the shampoo bottle, but he grabs my arms. "No Ellie," he warns. 

"Why not! I love playing with your hair," I pout. 

"If you do then we're going to have to go for a round two in this shower," he smirks.

I realize what he means and blush. "Fine," I sigh. He takes the bottle from my hand and washes his own hair, while I use conditioner.  

The rest of the shower is done independently. We each clean ourselves, knowing we wouldn't be able to control our hormones. 

Every time the lukewarm water hits my skin, I frown. When Harry's distracted, I put the temperature up. 

"Ellie," he warns, putting it back down. 

"I'm cold!" I argue. He laughs before pulling me into an embrace. How can his body be so warm even though we're in the shower?

He holds me like this for a while, but we realize we should probably get out. 

"See, I'm saving your water bill and your heater bill," he teases before handing me a towel. He grabs the other and begins drying off. When he's done, he steps out and wraps the towel around his waist. I can't help but stare at his toned torso.

I snap out of it before he teases me. I dry off and wrap the towel around my body. 

Harry changes into the clothes he was wearing before, but remains shirtless. I pull out one of the t-shirts he gave me and put it on, knowing he'll appreciate it. I wrap my wet hair in the towel, feeling too lazy to dry it.

He turns around and glances at me. "Fuck baby, you make me want to go at it again." 

I blush and look to the ground. I would go again, but we just got clean. Besides, I'm too tired to try again.

We both pile into bed and I pull out my laptop to put on a movie. I lie on his chest, feeling his breathing.

"El, why are there boxes around your room?" 

I glance around and realize how unorganized my room is. "Oh my gosh, it's so messy in here. I'm sorry," I frantically get up with intent to clean.

He holds me down. "It's fine," he chuckles. "That doesn't explain the boxes?"

I relax and lay back down on his chest. "I totally forgot to mention. I'm moving!"

"What! Why didn't you tell me?" 

I furrow my brows. "Well, you're always busy. You never answer my texts."

He looks offended. "Yes I do!"

"Using an emoji to respond doesn't keep a conversation going," I say flatly. 

He crinkles his nose. "Sorry, I'll work on that. You could have told me anyway."

I shrug. "Yeah, you're right."

"So, tell me the details! When, who, where?" 

I laugh at this enthusiasm. "Well, I'm moving in with Audrey! Her parents bought her an apartment and she has a spare bedroom."

"So you're mooching off her," he jokes.

I nod. "Basically." He laughs at my shamelessness. "Moving in this weekend. I just need to finish packing."

"I'll help."

I look up at him. "Really?!"

"Why are you so surprised?" His brows furrow in confusion.

"Well," I smile sheepishly, "I don't know. I just think it's cute that you'd want to help me."

His chuckle vibrates through his entire body, making me shake with him. "You're so cute. Of course I'd want to help."

I give a lazy smile in response, but I'm freaking out on the inside. 

I try to focus on the movie playing, but I feel my eyes get heavier. Before I know it, I fall asleep. 

A/N:

I HATE this chapter hahaha it makes me cringe SO BAD. Sorry about that 🥺 I just wanted to squeeze an update in.