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It had been nearly two hours since I had called Harry, and I had received no reply.  Not so much as a text had come through to my phone.  To make matters worse, a huge storm had decided to break seemingly directly over my house, knocking out the power.  I had been sitting alone in my pitch-black room for the entirety of the power outage so far, the only source of light coming from the frequent lightning strikes. 

Trying to distract my mind from thoughts of Harry, I had begun to count the crashes of thunder only to lose count around fifty.  So much for distraction.  I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling with unblinking eyes.  Brief flashes of light cast dramatic shadows across my walls, giving a visual to what I imagined my heart probably looked like.  Dark, sharp, broken.  I wished the storm would just give out, already.  The loud crashes seemed to personify far too well how I was feeling inside. 

I jumped when a different pounding sound rang out through my house.  I pushed myself up to my elbows, leaning my head toward where I thought the sound had come from only to hear silence that was quickly interrupted by another boom of thunder. 

Hmm.  Must have just been more thunder.  I lay back down against my comforter before jerking upright again as another bout of pounding sounded through the house, different from the crashing thunder.  This time I identified the source: someone was at my front door. 

I thought about ignoring whoever it was; I was in no way presentable and it was probably just a neighbor checking on me because of the power outage.  They would assume that I wasn’t home when I didn’t answer and go away. 

I had just laid my head down again, determined to ignore the unwanted visitor, when a third round of pounding sounded against the door.  For heaven’s sake, I thought to myself as I heaved my body off my bed.  Give it up.  I made my way down the dark staircase, ready to get rid of this person as soon as possible so I could return to my wallowing in peace.  I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.  “I’m fine, don’t wo-“

My words froze in my throat as I took in the sight before me.  Harry stood in my doorway, completely drenched to the bone.  He was breathing heavily as he shoved his sopping wet hair out of his eyes.  My jaw was hanging open ridiculously wide in shock as I stared at him. 

What was he doing here?  My mouth opened and closed several times, trying to find words but failing miserably.  The pounding in my chest was so loud I was sure he would be able to hear it, even over the crashing thunder and downpour.

“Joey,” he said, voice deep and gravelly.  It sounded like he hadn’t spoken in days.  I stared at him for a few more seconds before managing to choke out a reply.

“H-Harry.”  His eyes burned into mine as he stood dripping on my front porch. 

“I need to say something, and I don’t want you to say anything until I’m done, okay?” he said, wringing his hands together in front of him.

“Harry, what’s going o-“                                                    

“I’ll explain, just let me finish, okay?” he repeated, anxiety clearly written across his face.  There was something else there too that I couldn’t decipher.  I pursed my lips together and nodded, confused.  He shoved his hand through his hair again before speaking.

“I’m so sorry, Joey, you have no idea how sorry I am.  I-I shouldn’t have run away from you.  I hate myself for doing that.  It was stupid and cowardly and pathetic and I just… I don’t know what I was thinking.  I just was so shocked when you said that… that you love me that I panicked and left.  I just never thought a girl like you could ever possibly love me so my first response was to run away.  No one has ever said anything like that to me, much less someone as amazing and perfect and beautiful as you.  I didn’t deserve you then and I definitely don’t deserve you now… I’m just a loser from your school that you felt bad for and I don’t want you to feel like you have to stick with me but… you’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m so ridiculously in love with you that I don’t even know how to handle it.  Clearly,” he finished his speech by biting his lip as he looked at me, his eye contact having never wavered from me. 

My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribs.  Some time during his speech, my hand had come up to cover my mouth in some subconscious attempt to help absorb everything he was telling me.  I had never heard him speak so openly, so vulnerably, or with so much raw emotion.  His eyes were glassy as I looked into them, tears making them glisten. 

This was exactly what I had craved hearing him say for days, and now that he had I couldn’t gather myself enough to form any words.  I simply stared at him, trying to absorb every word he had just said and commit every single one to memory forever. 

“I know I was a dick,” he continued upon seeing my lack of reaction.  “And I understand if you want nothing to do with me from now on but I had to come tell you because these past few days have been the most miserable of my entire life without you.  I had to be fair to you and tell you… so the decision is up to you and I won’t blame you either way, but if you can give me another chance I swear I won’t leave you ever again.  I’m not going to make that stupid mistake twice, babe, I’m not.”

He stepped cautiously forward, over the threshold of the doorframe and closed the door behind him, fearful of what I might do.  Slowly, he raised his hands to cup my face, more tender than he ever had before. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again, but these were different tears; these were tears of complete and utter relief, happiness, shock, and love all rolled into one.  His eyes searched mine intently as his thumbs stroked softly against my cheeks.   

“I’m in love with you Joey, I have been since the first time you kissed me.”

That was it.  I was done for.  “Oh, Harry,” I breathed before launching myself at him, smashing my lips into his.  He responded quickly, hands pulling my face even closer as mine wound around his neck.  My body pressed into his as he kissed me more passionately than he had ever before, his lips parting mine effortlessly, allowing his tongue to brush against mine. 

He groaned as I pressed myself even closer to him, feeling the dampness from his clothes, his sopping hair dripping onto my skin.  Rain and thunder continued to pound against the pavement outside, easily heard through closed front door. 

“God, I love you, Joey,” he murmured against my lips as he slid his hands down from my face to wrap around my waist, squeezing me tightly.  My heart skipped an entire beat.

“I love you, Harry,” I returned.  It felt so good to say it out loud now that I finally knew he felt it, too.  He groaned at my words, kissing me even deeper as his mouth worked against my own.  He spun us around and pressed me into the door, trapping my body between it and his soaking wet figure.  My breathing had quickly become shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly as his lips and tongue continued to work against mine. 

My hands tugged at his belt loops, wanting as much contact between us as possible.  I had missed him so much, but I wasn’t even aware of how much I had until this moment.  While I had been focusing so much on how much I missed him as a person, I hadn’t even thought about how much I had missed his body.  It was quite clear now, however, that I had desperately missed that as well.  My entire being felt like it was on fire. 

“Say it again,” I begged as I tore my mouth from his.  He immediately ducked his head down to attack my neck with his lips. 

“I love you, Joey,” he breathed against my skin, causing goose bumps to rise over my entire body.   “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

My neck rolled to the side as his tongue swiped against my skin, soothing the dull ache that he had caused a moment before by sucking harshly.  Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were gripping the hem of his soaking wet t-shirt, struggling to tug it off of his warm body.  Realizing what I was trying to do, he pulled back for a split second before yanking it over his head, revealing his beautiful, glistening torso. 

I groaned as my eyes roamed over his body before crashing back into him, my lips sloppily colliding with his as my arms wound around his neck, my fingers working into his hair.  His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up and into him as we kissed.  Once my feet were back on the ground, I pushed him backwards, towards the stairs, never disconnecting our lips as we continued to kiss.  Slowly, clumsily, we made our way up the steps, all the while our hands roamed across each others’ bodies that we had missed so much over the past few days. 

We crashed through my bedroom door, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hands worked their way under my sweatshirt, super heating the skin on my lower back where his palms settled.  His fingers kneaded into my skin and I grew incredibly hot.  The sweatshirt had to go.  Releasing my grip from around his neck, my hands moved down to the bottom of my sweatshirt.  His sweatshirt. 

Upon seeing what I was doing, he gripped the fabric between his large hands and pulled it over my head before diving back in immediately to reconnect our lips.  I ran my hands down his toned back as my hips pushed into his, feeling the obvious bulge that had appeared in his jeans.  His hands trailed down my sides before landing on my hips, pulling me even tighter against him.  I groaned at the contact before running my hands around his sides, feeling the muscles all along his torso and coming to pull his belt undone. 

My fingers worked furiously as he pulled back, panting heavily as he watched my hands work between us.  After successfully undoing the belt, I whipped it out from his loops before yanking on his jeans, desperate to rid him of them.  I let out a frustrated grunt when they refused to budge.  Damn him and his tight jeans.

He chuckled at my impatience as he undid the button and zip before dropping them and stepping out of them.  He was now in just his boxers, through which his growing erection was blatantly obvious.  Stepping forward, I pushed my hand against him, missing the feeling of him.  He groaned quietly at the contact, bringing his lips to my collarbone where he nipped repeatedly at the skin. 

My breathing was coming out in heavy, unsteady pants now as he backed me into my bed.  When the back of my knees hit the side, he toppled us both over so he was hovering over me, reconnecting his lips to mine.  My hand left him and wound around his neck once more, pulling him down to me.  As he continued to kiss me, he rolled his body against mine, putting pressure between our hips, causing me to squirm. 

I wanted more contact, needed more, needed all of him.  I pushed him up, giving me enough space to yank my sports bra over my head and fling it across the room.  I saw his eyes widen at the sight, still not fully used to seeing me naked. 

His hand trailed down my neck as he kissed me again before cupping my breast, his fingers lightly caressing my nipple.  We both moaned at the feeling as his hand continued its path down my body, reaching the hem of my shorts and toying with the waistband.  I wasn’t in the mood to be patient.

“Take them off, Harry,” I breathed as he swallowed harshly.  My hands tugged at his boxers and pulled them down, accentuating my statement.  He kicked them off as his fingers dug under the waistband of my shorts, curling around them and tugging them down along with my underwear.  Once he had them clear of my legs, he returned to hover over me, resting his hips against mine, hesitating.

I could see the uncertainty in his eyes; he wasn’t sure what to do, or if what we were about to do was okay with me.  I took his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss him slowly, our frantic pace from before suddenly gone, replaced by a much slower one. 

“I love you, Harry,” I told him when we broke the kiss.  My fingers pet through the back of his hair. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

“I love you, too,” he breathed, looking into my eyes a mere inch away. 

“I’m ready if you are,” I said softly, kissing him once more before pulling back to allow him to answer. 

He nodded slowly, holding my eye contact.  “I am.”  He looked nervous, but sure.  He leaned down to kiss me before pulling back once more.  “Do… do we need a… a-“

I interrupted him, shaking my head.  “Birth control,” I explained shortly.

He nodded.  “Okay.” He gently bit his lip before ducking his head back down, reconnecting his mouth with mine once more.  “Be patient with me,” he mumbled against my lips.  I exhaled softly as I ran my hands up and down his back soothingly.

“Of course, babe.”  He kissed me slowly, deeply as he held himself above me, elbows resting on either side of my head as his hands tangled in my hair.  I could easily feel the weight of him against me as he rolled his hips slowly, further increasing the heat between us, the friction causing both of us to stir. 

As eager as I was to finally have him inside me, I refused to rush him; this was his first time, after all, and I knew his natural tendency towards nerves had to be making this difficult for him, despite his bold actions tonight.

My patience was tested, however, when he slipped a hand between us to run his fingers along my slit.  I sucked in a breath at his touch, my back arching into him as his fingers slowly ran up and down a few times before inserting two into me, earning a gasp.  Soon I felt his thumb rolling gently over my clit, making my hips press up into his touch.  After slowly pumping in and out a few times, his lips left mine, moving down to my neck where open-mouthed kisses enveloped my skin. 

His hand had me nearly worked into a frenzy when he pulled it back to grip my hip, my body rolling against him and a whimper escaping my lips at the loss of contact.  Leaving one final kiss on my neck, he brought his face back up to me.

“Are you ready?” he asked, hand gently squeezing my hip as he looked at me.  I could feel him pressing lightly against my opening and it took everything in me not to grab his hips and jerk him forward.

“Yes, very,” I responded desperately.  He took a deep breath, nodding as he leaned down to kiss me again.  As he did so, he shifted his hips forward, pushing into me.  I immediately gasped at the stretch, my mouth falling open against his as my eyes squeezed shut.  Once again, I was reminded of how incredibly big he was. 

He moved slowly as he pushed into me, his jaw falling open as well so we were no longer kissing, simply pressing our foreheads together as our lips fumbled against one another, attempting to catch our breath. 

“Harry…” I breathed, unable to comprehend anything other than him and the way his body felt connected with mine.  Despite his size, my body accepted his protrusion happily; it was like our bodies had been made to be put together. 

“Oh god, did I hurt you?” he asked quickly.  His breath was shallow and quick, and his pupils were blown out so his eyes appeared black as he frantically looked at me, stilling as he was completely buried inside me. 

“No, baby, you’re perfect,” I assured him, forcing my eyes to stay open as I looked at him.  My hands refused to stay still as they roamed over his back, along his sides, in his hair, and around his neck.  His eyes still looked a little skittish as I pulled his lips back down to mine, snaking my tongue into his mouth.  Gently, I rolled my hips up, urging him to move.  Even the tiniest of movements caused both of us to groan. 

Taking my lead, he slowly rolled his hips, earning another soft moan from me.  Noting my reaction, he pulled his hips back before pushing forward again, slowly moving in and out of me.  Each and every move he made felt better than the last as his body rolled on top of mine, starting out excruciatingly slow before starting to pick up speed a little.  “God, just like that,” I breathed.

His breathing was quickly becoming even shallower as he moved in and out of me.  He pulled his lips from mine, which somehow had managed up until now to continue kissing me.  My hands, which had been clutching his back, trailed down his arms before finding his own hands and winding our fingers together.  He pushed our intertwined hands against the bed on either side of my face as he looked me in the eye.

“I love you,” he breathed.  His hips continued to collide with mine, his deep thrusts reaching spots inside me that caused me to moan far more than I ever remembered doing, making my body seem to vibrate.  His pace was still slow, yet not as slow as when we had started. 

I was shocked at the control he demonstrated; I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.  This was incredible.  I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of me, rolling his hips back and forth in smooth motions, and it felt extraordinary. 

“I love you,” I returned, feeling like my heart was going to explode.  He smiled quickly before releasing my hands, bringing one to cup my face as his lips crashed into mine.  Our frantic pace from earlier was returning as he noticeably picked up the pace of his hips, pushing in and out of me faster than ever before. 

His breathing was starting to get more and more unsteady as he continued to move above me, and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.  His thrusts were becoming irregular, harder, deeper as he neared his end, setting my entire body on fire.  As much as he tried, he couldn’t stop his eyes from squeezing shut, his mouth falling open against mine. 

“J-Joey…” he groaned, trying to warn me.  I pulled my hands through his hair before cupping his jaw with both my hands, thumbs pulling across his parted lips.  His eyes flashed open, looking wild with their nearly black irises. 

“Let go, baby,” I told him.  He buried his face in my neck, lips pressing clumsily against my skin as he pushed into me harder than ever a few more times before letting out a quiet groan.  His muscles strained against my body as he came undone, pressed as deeply into me as possible, breath coming out in pants against my skin.  Both of us were breathing heavily, our skin clammy with sweat. 

As his muscles relaxed and he came down from his high, he lifted his head from the crook of my neck and immediately brought his lips to mine.  His hand held one side of my face as his lips moved gently but firmly against my own.  My fingertips trailed down the damp skin on his back as he pulled away an inch or so.

“Was… was that okay?” he asked quietly, green eyes darting back and forth between mine, fingers stroking my cheek softly. 

“That was perfect, Harry,” I whispered, squeezing my legs around him.  He slowly pulled himself free before pulling his body to lie beside mine, turning me to face him.  I wanted to be closer, though, so I nestled myself flush against him, reveling in the heat that was radiating off his body.  “So incredibly perfect.”

“But you… you didn’t… erm…” he mumbled.  It had been his first time and he was concerned about not getting me off.  He really was perfect.

“No, but trust me when I say it was still amazing,” I smiled at him, still trying to clear the haze that had settled over my body.  “I still don’t believe that you were a virgin, though,” I teased.

He chuckled as he shrugged.  “I am,” he paused before correcting himself.  “Was.”  A wide grin spread across his face.

“Was,” I agreed, giggling. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” he asked.  I inhaled quickly- hearing him say it, again and again, was like a shot of pure ecstasy to my heart.  I would never get tired of hearing him say that.

“Yes,” I replied.  My eyes landed on his lips as he breathed softly, pace returning to normal.  He leaned forward, placing a lingering kiss against my mouth before leaning back to where he had been.

“I’m so sorry for what I put you through, Joey,” he said softly, his fingers stroking my hair gently back from my face.

“Shh,” I hushed him. “I know. Let’s just forget about it, okay? I love you, you love me, that’s all that matters now.”

He frowned softly.  I reached across the small space to tug my thumb across his lips, trying to erase the frown.  “Smile, babe.”

Immediately, a grin broke out on his face as he remembered saying that exact thing to me only a few days ago.  “I love you.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes and scooting myself even closer to him.  “Say it again.”

“I love you,” he murmured.  I moved even closer, close enough to softly press my lips against his.

“Again.”

“I love you, Joey.” His lips brushed against mine as he said it, just finishing my name before my lips pressed into his firmly.  He wound his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.  My tongue snaked quickly across his once before I pulled back just enough that I could speak.

“I love you too, Harry.”  I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I saw his face light up upon hearing those words.  I kissed him one last time before nuzzling my face into his neck.  His fingers ran up and down my spine, raising goose bumps along the skin. 

My lips gently touched his neck before I managed to mutter, “Let’s go to sleep, Harry.”

He kissed the top of my head before reaching to pull the blankets we had kicked down to cover us.  “Okay,” he said softly.  “Goodnight, love.”

“Night, babe,” I whispered as my eyes closed, so inexplicably happy to be falling asleep in Harry’s arms.  Harry, who loved me just as much as I loved him, who had just given me all of him.  Harry, who meant the world to me.  I had never been so happy in my entire life, and it was all thanks to him.  My Harry.  

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