a/n: i think this is one of my fav chapters. also, i saw Harry this weekend, i think he maybe fell in love with me (:

     We were sitting on one of the couches outside.  Dinner had been tasty, and I had thanked Wayne and Stacy probably a million times for the food.  Of course, I had done everything in my power to try and do the dishes and attempt to clean up, but they had pushed me away and brushed me off.  Even if I appreciated that they wanted me to enjoy the weekend, I still couldn't stop the girl that had grown up with a strict family inside of me from attempting to help with something.  But, Harry had managed to guide me out to where his friends were and now they were trying to discuss who had the best arm when it came to baseball while Harry sipped his beer.

"Do you want another vodka?" he asked me.

I glanced down at my drink.  The ice had almost fully melted, and I was left with a red solo cup that was filled with tiny ice cubes and red tinted water.  Any other time I probably would have immediately agreed to another drink of any kind.  However, the last time I had gotten drunk with Harry I hadn't remembered much.  And, considering the fact that we were with his friends, I really didn't want to do anything like that here.

"I don't think I should drink anymore," I told Harry.

"Why not?"

"Well, last time you apparently tied me up and I don't even remember."

"One more drink is not going to make you drunk, doll.  It's your choice, though."

I nodded.  He finished off his beer before throwing it into the trash that was nearby.  Almost immediately Steven was opening another and passing it to Harry.  I was pretty sure that the curly-haired personality beside me had about three already and this was his fourth.  He wasn't showing any signs that he was getting very wasted, but I decided that he was probably good with his alcohol tolerance.

"Okay so listen," I heard Steven saying.  "I say we set off some of the fireworks at midnight."

The guys around us cheered.  I even heard Harry cheer beside me, holding his beer up before he drank.  There was something about being here with him, cuddling up beside him while his arm was draped over my shoulders, that just felt right.  I loved his company.  I loved spending time with him.  But most importantly, I loved how carefree he was with his friends.

"Can I just request one thing?" I asked.

"Sure," Steven nodded.

"You guys have to do a sobriety test before lighting them and if you don't pass you don't get to light them, you just get to watch."

"Deal!" Zayn yelled. 

Chase agreed with my stipulations since he didn't want anything bad to happen, and so did the rest of the guys.  It made me feel a lot better about them setting off a bunch of fireworks, leaving me to sip the rest of my drink before I got up from my seat.  Or, I stood up before Harry wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to sit in his lap.  My cheeks flushed almost immediately, Harry kissing my cheek a few times before he shifted his attention to my jaw. 

"Har," I laughed.

"Where are you trying to go?" he asked.

"I just wanted to make another drink."

Harry nodded.  Almost instantly he let go, leaving me to get up but he was quickly following.  Harry asked if anyone needed anything before we made our way inside the house, my cheeks flushing when I saw two people who I barely knew making out in the kitchen.  They looked a little startled by our presence but then went back to kissing, Harry snickering and taking my cup.

"We aren't like that are we?"

"Don't care if we are, I like your mouth," he smiled, emptying my cup in the sink before grabbing ice and putting it in my cup.  "Now what are you lookin to drink, darlin?"

"Are you getting a little drunk?" I asked, watching as he sipped his beer before he grabbed the vodka from the counter and twisted the cap off.

"Maybe," he shrugged.  "Why?"

"Just checking on you," I murmured.

He smiled at me again, shaking his head as he made my drink.  It didn't have a lot of alcohol in it, which was exactly what I was hoping for actually.  After Harry mixed it, he tasted it, a small smile on my face when I watched him add a little more vodka before he stirred it with his finger and then sipped it again.

"Perfect," he said, handing me the cup.  "Do you like it?"

I sipped it, taking a few moments to think about it before I took an actual drink of it.  Thankfully, it was exactly what I had wanted and I wondered how he had read my mind.  Then again, it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise considering the fact that he almost always read my mind nowadays.

"It tastes super good, thank you, Harry."

He nodded.  Harry wrapped his arm around me, my cheeks flushing when he leaned down to kiss me.  I thought it was going to be short and sweet, but soon the hand that was also holding his beer was grabbing a hold of my face while we kissed, his beer bottle pressed against my cheek.  Of course he ended up slipping tongue into the kiss, but then quickly pulled away, his hand still holding onto my face as he smirked down at me.

"And when I have you begging for me later what are we going to do?" he asked lowly.

"Harry," I scoffed, looking over his shoulder at the couple who was still making out.

He glanced over his shoulder before glancing back at me quickly.  "I bet they don't even realize we're in here, it's fine.  You want to beg for me so badly, though, don't you, huh?"

"Har," I complained softly.

"Say it," he muttered, the beer bottle pressing against my cheek more.  "I want you to be a good girl for me."

He was being very adamant on this, which was a surprise to me.  Of course, I blamed the alcohol in his system, knowing that when he was under the influence of any kind he not only lost his filter but started to become a little harder to control in the sense of pressing for what he wanted.  I knew he would never force me to do anything, but I also knew that he enjoyed what he was trying to do right now.  He always did.

"Come on," he smirked, his eyes glancing over me twice the way they were so good at doing.  "You want me to take this off of you and do sinful things to you.  I know it.  You want to beg for me, whimper, whine, ask me to stop when you really just want me to keep going.  Isn't that right, doll?"

"Honey," I laughed, shifting so that my hand was brushing along his throat.  "You know I won't beg unless we're in that situation.  Come on now."

He raised his eyebrows, Harry letting go of my face but my hand lingered against his neck.  I watched as he reached behind me to place his drink on the counter, my cheeks flushing when he pulled the solo cup from my hand.  I found myself staring at him as he also placed that on the counter behind me, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair before he tilted my head back so I was looking up at him.

"Are you asking me to put you in that situation, darling? I'm more than pleased to take you upstairs."

"Harry," I complained.

"What?"

I smiled at him.  "You're trying too hard, honey.  Come on, let's go back outside."

His cheeks flushed, and I didn't want him to feel embarrassed so I quickly stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his.  He kissed me back, his hand that had been holding my hair shifting to my cheek while the other grabbed my waist.  I could tell he was needy by the compassion that was behind the kiss, and it was even more evident when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, my hands grabbing at his waist before I pulled away, smiling up at him.

"Later," I nodded.  "We'll get you all taken care of, okay?"

"Me?" he scoffed, grabbing my cup and handing it to me before he grabbed his beer.  "No, I was thinking of you."

"I'm really not in a state to be taken care of like that," I told him.  "You know, with the whole period thing.  Isn't that gross?"

"No," he chuckled.  "Well, I wouldn't go out of my way to do it with anyone else, but for you I would."

"Oh," I blushed, his arm wrapping around me from behind before he pulled me against his chest.  "Hey."

"Hi," he whispered, kissing my cheek.  "You know, I read it's good to have sex on your period.  Obviously we wouldn't be doing that, but I can happily finger you."

"Harry, I don't know your middle name, Styles!"

"It's Edward," he told me softly. 

"Harry Edward Styles!" I scoffed.

"What? You love it."

"Whatever," I laughed.  "You're getting drunk."

"Drunk, I just feel comfortable around you to say whatever I feel like, same thing."

He was funny.  I found myself laughing when he pressed a bunch of kisses to my cheek, his free arm circling around my waist.  I felt very cared for when I was with him, and the fact that he was so willing to hold me made me feel not only grateful, but also very special when I was with him now.  It showed that he had grown a lot over these past couple of weeks, and while I knew the alcohol in his system probably helped, I also knew that he was growing to be far more comfortable around me.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," I said in a giggle as he kept kissing my cheek.

"Finally," he laughed.  "I've been waiting for you to say my name a bunch."

It made me laugh again, the man behind me letting go of me altogether, but he quickly took my hand.  I let him lead us outside, some of his friends were swimming now while the rest were still near the couches talking.  Harry took a seat first, patting his lap for me to sit with him.  I stared at him for a long moment, but wasn't even able to say anything before he was pulling me to sit with him.  I felt butterflies flutter around in my stomach, Harry pressing a kiss to my shoulder before he rested his head there while I sipped my drink.

"It only took twenty minutes," Steven scoffed.

"Sorry, she needed me to fuck her real quick," Harry stated.

"No I didn't!" I gasped.

He laughed, and I gave him a dirty look while my face was burning with embarrassment.  Steven, Zayn, Chase, Wayne, and Stacy were all staring at us, and I felt incredibly flustered, but I knew they probably didn't believe what he had said.  Stacy especially was the one to start laughing, which caused the rest of Harry's friends to also begin laughing as well.

"You expect me to believe a virgin let you take her that quickly?" Stacy laughed.  "No, absolutely not."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you've swam naked at my house with all the guys, I really don't think she could handle that and then walk out here perfectly fine."

"Stacy!" Wayne scoffed.

"What?" she laughed.  "You want me, a God loving woman, to lie? Absolutely not."

It made me laugh, Harry's cheeks flushing.  The thought of what he had done for years when I wasn't around was interesting.  After all, he had four years on me, and I knew there were probably countless stories to fill those years.  Not to mention that I almost always learned something new when I was around his friends.  Today, it was the fact that he had been skinny dipping with all of his friends at one point, and I was sure tomorrow I would learn something as well.

"Thanks for saying I have a big dick, it means a lot," Harry chuckled, sipping his beer.

"Well, six years of hanging out with guys that have no filter really changes you," Stacy laughed.  "You'll see what I mean, Maggie."

It made me smile.  The idea that she could see me as Harry's potential long term partner was amusing to me.  It was also endearing in a way, and I found myself feeling very comfortable around his friends now.  They were taking me in like one of their own, and I didn't feel out of place in the slightest.  In the past, I had always felt awkward around my ex's friends, but this was much different.  They always made me feel safe, they were always friendly, and even when I was left alone with them I didn't feel out of place.

"Did someone say they bought ice pops or something?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Didn't you buy them?" Chase asked.

"Harry, you literally picked them out," Wayne stated.

"Oh shit that's right," he laughed.  "Yeah, I want one."

"I'll get it," I told him.  "You stay put."

"Why would you get it when I want it?" Harry asked.  "I have two legs that work."

"Yeah, and I'm sitting in your lap so it makes more sense for me to get it for you," I told him.

I got up from his lap, setting my cup on the table in front of me.  However, Harry very quickly grabbed my hand, my cheeks flushing when he pulled me back to him.  His hand with his beer caught my face and he quickly pulled me down to kiss him.  I thought it was cute, especially since it didn't last long, but he was being overly affectionate in front of his friends and I was very happy about it.

"Don't be gone too long, I'll miss you," he said.

"I know," I nodded, my cheeks flushing.  "I'll miss you."

He smiled up at me, and I could tell that he was genuinely happy by the crinkles next to his eyes.  It didn't take me very long to head inside, the couple that had been kissing in the kitchen elsewhere now.  I pulled the freezer door open, sorting through the packed contents before finding the ice pops that Harry had purchased.  It didn't take long for me to grab a blue one, knowing he would probably want that flavor and you could never go wrong with it either.  Then again, he had grape juice earlier today so I also grabbed a purple one.  When I headed back outside, Chase was doing something on the table, but the closer I got the more I realized that he was cutting up lines of coke.

"You made it!" Harry cheered.  "Oh, which one do you want?"

"I got them both for you," I told him, but then realized how impolite I had been.  "Wait, actually I didn't ask, do you guys want anything?"

"We're fine, Maggie," Zayn laughed.  "If we want something we'll grab it."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steven told me.  "We're good."

I glanced at the other three sitting with us and they nodded.  It wasn't long until I was sitting down once I was certain everyone was okay, Harry ripping the plastic off of the purple ice pop first.  He seemed very excited about it, sucking on the ice pop before he offered it to me.

"I don't like grape, but thank you."

"Shit, that's right," he nodded.

"Okay, who's first?" Chase asked.

"Obviously you," Steven laughed.

"Right, right," Chase agreed, quickly sniffing a line.  "What about now?"

Steven volunteered to go next before Zayn followed.  I watched as Wayne did a line and then Stacy just looked like she questioned it for a minute before she decided to do one also.  Harry was staring, eyeing the cocaine that was out on the table.  I could tell he was thinking about it, and I wondered how bad he could really be if he just had a little bit.  It wasn't like he would be having a lot.  Plus, when we were at the party, he had definitely done a lot of coke and that was why he had been so mean.  One line wasn't going to change him.

"Harry, it's your turn," Chase stated.

He glanced at me, finishing off his ice pop rather quickly now.  I could tell he was trying to use it as some sort of a distraction, Harry setting the plastic in the trash that was nearby.  It was obvious that he was taking longer to respond than his friends were used to, and I could tell by the glances toward me he wasn't sure what to say.

"You can do some if you want," I finally said.

"I'm not doing it around you," he murmured to me.  "I told you that."

"You can if you—"

"I'm good," he said to the guys and Stacy.

"You're sure?" Chase asked.

"Positive.  I can't," he told them.  "I'll just have another beer or something."

"Maggie, what kind of witch are you?" Zayn asked.  "I know you're hot but getting a man to say no to cocaine when he literally is the one that got us into it has to mean something."

It made me laugh, and I just smiled at Harry who finished his beer and then asked for another.  Chase was quick to grab one for Harry, and I sipped on my drink while Harry downed at least half of the beer before he went back to his ice pop.  As he went to open the second ice pop, though, he spilled some on his chest, the blue liquid almost immediately sticking to his skin because of how humid it was outside.

"Harry," I laughed.

"Damn, that's terrible."

He continued to eat the ice pop like he hadn't just spilled, and I laughed along with his friends.  However, the guys all got up and I didn't know what for until I saw Chase come back outside with a lighter.  He smiled at everyone, saying he was ready to do fireworks which I was incredibly nervous for but I watched as they took the fireworks down to the lake, realizing that they were all pretty much fine and the worst one out of the group was sitting right beside me.

"Hey, Magdalinaaaa?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I touch you?"

I smiled at him, Harry still trying to finish the ice pop in his hands.  His mouth was a mix of blue and purple, and it was incredibly amusing to see, one of my hands grabbing his left cheek so I could turn his face toward me.  He was staring at me now, green eyes a pretty shade in the moonlight as I watched him drink the liquid that was in his ice pop wrapper before he was finished, a timid smile on his face.

"You're not in a very good state to be making those intimate decisions with me, I think," I told him softly.

"Please," he said softly, pouting his lower lip.  "Please, Magdalina, please."

He had at least four and a half beers.  I could tell he was under the influence for sure, but I wasn't certain as to how far under the influence he was.  Did he have enough cognitive function that he would remember all of this tomorrow, or was he stuck in a state where he wouldn't remember anything when he woke up?  Pressing my lips to the cheek opposite that my hand was holding, I pulled away, smiling up at him.

"I want you around my fingers," he murmured.

"I'm bleeding.  You're drunk."

"So?"

"Harry," I laughed.

"We can take a shower and get you all, what's the word for it? Straight forward? Straight line? Oh, oh! Straightened out."

I giggled at his words, Harry grinning at me and then leaning in to kiss my cheek.  Though it very quickly became my jaw, and I blushed when it became my neck, knowing that there were people in the pool not that far away but I also knew he just liked me a lot and wanted to make sure I was cared for while we were out here together.

"So a shower? And I'll finger you?" he said to me when he pulled away.

"You literally hate blood."

"Right, right, right," he laughed.  "I hate blood.  True."

I laughed at the wording, Harry and I both jumping at the loud sound of a firework.  We glanced up, watching as a few went off in the sky before they were lighting another set off.  Harry moved so he could lay his head in my lap and look up at them, my fingers quickly playing with his hair as I looked up at the sky as well.  We cheered for Chase's birthday after about ten minutes of them setting off fireworks, the rest of them hanging down by the lake while Harry looked up at me.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world," he told me.

"Har."

"Serious," he said, nodding quickly.  "Like, you mean to tell me I get to wake up to you? That's crazy.  So crazy.  I can't wait to marry you."

He was giggling, and I was surprised by his words.  Even if he was drunk, I knew he was saying whatever was on his mind.  So, the fact that he felt like somewhere, deep down, he wanted to marry me had my heartbeat racing and the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around.  He held his pinky out to me, and I just stared down at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked.

"I promise to marry you."

"Harry," I told him softly.

"I mean it," he nodded.  "You make it all stop.  It all stops when I'm with you.  It's so quiet.  So, so quiet.  I pinky promise to get married to you, Magdalina."

Sighing, I wrapped my pinky around his, knowing that he was going to push me to do so and talk me into it one way or another.  After a moment, he leaned up to kiss the pad of his thumb, leaving me to lean down and do the same.  I could see him smiling along with his lips pressing to his thumb, leaving him to be the first to pull away and sit up quickly.  We almost bumped heads, but Harry made sure that he could kiss me.  I thought it was funny that his mouth tasted like the blue ice pop, but I just kissed him back until he was pulling away, Harry moving so that his back wasn't toward me and now was sitting with his back against the sofa back.

"You're still all sticky," I murmured, tracing a line just outside of the blue liquid he had spilled on him.

"I know," he chuckled.

"Let's go get you all cleaned off," I told him softly, getting up from the sofa.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," he nodded, hastily standing up.

I had to catch him some, laughing at how much taller he was than me and how I was the one that helped him keep his balance.  He was so handsome, truly, and I couldn't stop thinking about how I was here with him right now.  His hair was shining underneath the moonlight in a way that I just would never fully understand.  His eyes were bright, there was a soft pink tone that inked his skin because of the alcohol, and I found myself in awe with him every single time I looked at him.

"You're good?" I asked.

"Mhm," he nodded.

He held his hand out to me, my cheeks flushing.  Physical touch with him was still somewhat uncertain, so seeing him reach for me was somwthing that caused my heart to beat quickly.  I took his hand in mine, but before he could lead the way I dumped our drinks out into the grass and then put them in the trash.  His friends were making their way back onto the pool deck as we were about to start heading inside, the group of them looking confused.

"You're going to bed?" they asked.

"I need to shower," Harry stated, pointing to his chest. 

""Boo!" they all said.

"Rude!" Harry scoffed.  "Mags, tell them I need to shower and stuff.  Please, baby."

I laughed softly, my face on fire with the words he murmured in front of his friends.  Knowing that he wanted me to stand up to his friends because they wouldn't listen to him but would more than likely listen to me was funny.  It also showed that he felt I could speak for him and take care of him and even protect him at times.  Even if I wasn't protecting him from much, I liked that he felt I could put my foot down.

"He's wasted and sticky," I told them.  "I think he just needs a good shower.  We'll see you guys in the morning."

"Fine!" Chase groaned.  "It better be the best gift ever if you're going to bed early."

"Happy birthday!" Harry cheered.

"Goodness, you're drunk," I told him.

"Me? No.  I'm not drunk.  Magdalina, where's my beer?"

"I dumped it out. You watched me."

"Oh!" he nodded.  "I remember.  In the grass, right."

Rolling my eyes, I bid everyone a goodnight before pulling Harry inside with me.  However, he stopped in the kitchen to grab a snack, picking out an entire bag of chips and carrying them with us.  Though I was quite nervous to go up the stairs with him, Harry opening the bag of chips at the bottom of the stairs.  He shoved a handful in his mouth, but then raised his eyebrows as he chewed and swallowed.

"Sorry, do you want some?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I nodded.

"Yeah but just one.  For me."

It was amusing, so I took a chip just for him and ate it.  He ate chips as I helped him coordinate the stairs.  It was a lot more effort than I was expecting to endure, but I smiled when he made it to the top.  We started walking to the end of the hall where our bedroom was, but stopped when a bedroom door opened, Tommy rubbing his eyes and staring at the two of us.

"Uncle Harry."

"Hi, buddy," Harry said.  "Do you want some chips?"

"Harry," I scoffed.

"What? Am I not supposed to give a small child chips?"

"Not in the middle of the night."

He shrugged, crouching down and letting Tommy take a chip out of the bag.  He ate one, and then another, and it was when he was eating his fifth chip that I figured it was probably enough.

"Why don't we get you back to bed, handsome?" I said to Tommy.

"I haven't gone to sleep yet," Harry answered.

"You—" I started to say, but then I shook my head and laughed.  "—let me put Tommy back to bed."

Harry nodded.  He followed me into Tommy's room that I assumed also belonged to Stacy and Wayne.  It wasn't long until I was placing him on the bed, making sure to tuck him in and brush his hair out of his eyes.  Harry was still eating chips, and while I hadn't thought much of it before the loud crunch was very prominent now. 

"Harry," I muttered.

"What?"

"Shh."

"Oh!"

Tommy smiled up at me.  "Uncle Harry is so funny."

"The funniest," I nodded.  "We can't wait to hang out with you in the morning, but you have to get a nice big sleep in first, okay?"

"Okay!" he nodded.  "What's your name again?"

"Maggie."

"Okay, Maggie.  Night night.  Can Uncle Harry come say night night?"

I nodded, playing with his hair before I moved away and walked over to Harry who was a sticky and now a greasy mess from the chips.  It was honestly laughable, as most of the night had been, but I watched him wipe his hands off on his swim trunks when I took the bag, Harry kissing Tommy's head and telling him to be good in the morning and that he needed to sleep all night if we were going to hang out.  Tommy nodded, falling asleep not much later before we left the room.

"You demolished this bag," I told him when I realized there was maybe only a fourth of the bag left.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," I told him, pushing the door to our room open before I shut it behind us.

We both walked into the bathroom, Harry sitting on the toilet seat lid with the chips while I started the shower.  It didn't take long for me to find the linen closet, leaving me to grab towels out of it and place them on the counter.  Glancing at Harry in the mirror, I could still see the sticky blue liquid that had fallen down his chest.  The fact that it had been on him for some time now was pretty funny to me, but I found myself watching as he put the empty bag of chips into the trash before he wiped his hands on his shorts. 

Walking over to him, I stood between his legs, Harry smiling up at me.  To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around my waist, his head resting against my chest.  I played with his hair, knowing that there was peobably some blue sticky liquid on my body now but I didn't mind if it meant he was holding onto me. 

"Why don't we stand you up?" I asked softly.

"In a minute," he agreed.

Continuing to play with his hair, I smiled down at him even though his head was still resting against my chest.  His eyes were closed, arms wrapped tightly around me.  It was to an extent that I almost wondered if he was upset about something, but I just allowed him to take his time with me, knowing it was best to move at his pace.  Though, he eventually pulled away, his hands finding mine before I pulled him to stand up.  He stumbled into me slightly, laughing as he looked down at me.

"You have the giggles," I said to him.

"Mhm."

"How drunk are you?"

"I'm good," he nodded.

"When's my birthday?"

"April sixteenth, sixty-two," he quickly told me.

My cheeks flushed.  It had only been mentioned once or twice, but the fact that he recalled it meant a lot to me.  I mean, then again he seemed to always remember things after only once or twice of me mentioning them.  It showed that he really paid attention to me, Harry cupping my face in his hands and smiling down at me.

"Your favorite flavor of ice cream is cookie dough," he continued to say.  "You like to sleep on the right side of the bed but when I'm with you, you like the left side.  You hate beer.  You love vodka crans.  You never ask for one but you always like vanilla frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles.  You like iced coffees.  You have a soft spot at the hinge of your jaw.  I'm good, just laughing."

He knew so much about me.  Even if they weren't big things, it was enough for me to realize that maybe he cared for me more than I had expected.  Harry kissed me, my hands shifting to his waist to hold onto him as he did so.  Though, my hand slowly slipped up his chest.  Harry and I pulled away and I realized that my hand was now sticky with the blue liquid on his chest.

"Gross."

"I'm so sorry I spilled," he chuckled, pulling the shower door open and tugging me in with me.  "Such a shame, really."

I was shy with him now, noting that we were both in the shower.  Even if he had seen me naked the other night I had been in the dark so I didn't really think much about it.  Plus, he had quite literally been nose deep in me before so I had no idea why I was so anxious with him. 

"You're really pretty," he told me as I tried to wash off the blue sticky liquid that had dried on his chest.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We were quiet for a minute.  I had forgotten to grab the soap from our stuff on the counter so I was just using the water to wash his chest off.  He let me trace his skin though, even when the blue had disappeared.  I could feel him hesitating some, knowing he had been completely touchy the entire evening, but now he seemed anxious as well.  I traced along the swallows that flew beneath his collarbones, my index falling down the center of his chest before I traced the butterfly that fluttered in the middle of his torso.  He was very handsome.  More so than I thought I would ever possibly be able to hold in the sense that I felt he was way out of my league.  Though, my thoughts were pushed away when he started to speak.

"I found your parents."

"What?"

"I called them," he murmured, but then he quickly covered his mouth.

"Called them?" I asked.

"I've said too much," he stated, muffled behind his hands.

"What'd they say? What'd you say?"

He called my parents? He had mentioned it to me a while ago.  I had been upset and he had said he had a lot of connections and would find them.  The water was loud now.  I had ignored it before but now everything was so loud.  Harry was still standing there with wide eyes, his hand over his mouth.  I knew he looked both terrified and shocked at what he had told me, but I was still confused.  Had he really called them? Had they answered? If they did, what did they say?

"Harry, please."

He still looked terrified and shocked.  His hand was still holding onto his mouth and I knew he really was under the influence at this point.  If he didn't have alcohol in his system he would have recovered much quicker.  Gently reaching up, I placed my hands over his, Harry allowing me to pull his hand away from his mouth slowly.  He was pressing his lips together now, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Harry, please," I begged him softly.  "Tell me anything."

He sighed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes and I didn't know if he was upset or he just was irritated with himself.  Staring up at him, I found myself hoping that he would give me something, anything.

"They don't live that far," he finally told me, looking down at me.  "We'll see them at the end of the month.  Your dad wants to meet me and they both miss you."

"Meet you?" I asked quickly.  "What did you tell them?"

"Maybe I fibbed and said I was your boyfriend or somethin," he chuckled.  "Well, you're basically my girlfriend to be fair.  I like the label.  It's nice.  You'd be my girlfriend, wouldn't you?"

I was dizzy with what was happening.  How was this happening? How had he found my parents? He had spoken to them? He wanted me to be his girlfriend? He talked to my dad? I didn't know what to think.  I was happy but also terrified at the same exact time.

"Magdalina?" he asked softly.  "You'd be my girlfriend wouldn't you?"

His voice sounded so soft and sad.  It was like he was worried I would say no and maybe even held a hint of embarrassment to it for some odd reason.  Even if I knew he was cognitively functioning, the fact that he was interested in seeing if I would be his girlfriend while I was freaking out over the fact that he found my parents was sitcom level comedy in my brain right now.  I mean, he had just dropped something on me that I really hadn't expected, and I found myself cupping his cheeks, our eyes locking almost immediately.

"I would," I told him.  "I'd be your girlfriend."

"Good, good, good," he said, but I could tell he was anxious as he said the words.  "That's good."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He looked away, sighing softly.  I could tell he was thinking a lot, Harry clearly not even all that happy with what I had just said to him.  Not that I needed him to be excited, but it was clear he had a lot going on, and I wanted to do anything that I could to assist him.  Anything at all.

"Harry," I tried again.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said quietly.  "I was supposed to surprise you."

It was clear then why he was so upset.  The fact that he had wanted to surprise me was incredibly sweet, but I also knew that it made sense as to why he was both anxious and even a little irritated.  I knew I would be upset if I had a surprise for him and I spoiled it.  Though, if I was being honest I was a little glad he had spoiled it for me.  After all, the thought of him just taking me to see my parents would have been way more overwhelming to me.

"This is so crazy."

"I know," he nodded.  "I'm sorry to just say it while I'm tipsy.  I was going to surprise you.  Seriously."

"No, no, this is good."

It was good.  Deep down I knew it was good that he did this.  I hadn't seen my parents in months, and the thought of tracking them down after they moved had been a barbaric task for me.  But, with Harry, he seemed to always be a step ahead of me in some way.  And, I was glad he was a step ahead of me here.  I didn't even know if I would have gone to look for them had it not been for him.  They had left me to fend for myself, and while it was what some parents did with their children, I was left with absolutely nothing.  I was scared, lonely, powerless.  In a time of need, they had turned me away and I had no one.

"Can I-I hug you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

I wrapped my arms around him quickly, and it was when his arms snaked around my waist that I lost it.  This was both amazing and horrible all at the same time.  I felt pathetic crying over my parents, knowing that they didn't deserve the light of day after what they had done to me, but I had also missed them like crazy so I was incredibly thankful for Harry.  He turned us so that the warm water could hit my back as I cried against him, his arms tightening around me when I let out a big sob.  I needed him more than ever, and I was thankful that he was once again there for me.

"It's okay," he whispered softly.  "You're okay.  I'll go with you.  I'll be there right by your side.  I won't leave you, baby, I won't."

I pressed my forehead against his chest, trying my best to calm down as he began to rub my back.  It made me feel a little bit better, especially since he hated any form of physical touch.  My breathing increased and I found myself beginning to try and get good intakes of breaths before I began to calm down.  Soon enough I had calmed down enough to face Harry, a small smile on his face when he swiped his thumb under my nose and then rinsed his fingers off.

"Gross," I murmured.

"I don't mind," he told me.  "Not with you."

I smiled at him timidly.  He played with my hair, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.  Harry lingered for a while before he pressed a few kisses to my temples, then my cheeks, and I blushed when he kissed the tip of my nose.  Sniffling a few times, he cupped my cheeks, shaking his head as he looked down at me.

"So are you okay that I found them?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You're sure?" he continued.  "I know I said I'd look for them, but you never actually said if you'd like that or not."

"I'm good.  I'm happy.  I know I seem sad, it's just a lot."

He nodded.  His eyes were still a little bloodshot, and I knew that he had alcohol running through his system still, but it wasn't as intense as it had been earlier.  At least, I was pretty sure it wasn't with the way that he was acting.  Before, he had been messing up his words, his memory wasn't the greatest, and he had been saying anything he wanted.  Now, after he had been truthful and held me for a while I felt like my Harry was back.

"Do you...?" he cleared his throat.

"Do I what?"

He looked at me for a long moment, his hands moving from my face so that he could hold my hands.  I appreciated him being with me this way, and I found myself amused with him since he was avoiding eye contact.  He only ever did that if he was nervous, and I wondered what he wanted to say to me.  Or, I did until he cleared his throat again to ask me.

"Do you want to actually shower?" he asked, his eyes still avoiding mine.  "You know, to get the lake water off and stuff?"

"Oh," I murmured.

"We don't have to," he quickly stated, his eyes now wide as they met mine.  "I know you're still nervous around me and stuff."

"No, that's fine," I told him, surprised by my words but I knew I meant them.  "Can you just like ... can you not look while I get everything situated?"

He nodded, watching as I stepped out of the shower.  It didn't take long for me to drip all over the floor, but I grabbed two more towels from the bathroom closet.  Making sure one was on the ground, I used it to make my way over to the toilet, trying my best not to be nervous with the current situation.  He had definitely seen me before, just last night, so I had no idea why I was so worried now.  Then again, the bathroom was incredibly bright, so I blamed that.

After I had given Harry our shampoo, conditioner, and soap, I went ahead and took care of my monthly situation.  Though, I soon came to realize that Harry had definitely taken his swim trunks off, the navy blue sitting on the floor of the shower.  Most of the glass had fogged up, so I found myself taking my suit off, feeling bad that I was plopping it down on the marble floor but there was nothing else I could do.  Taking a few deep breaths, I found myself sighing before pulling the door open. 

"Hi," Harry said.

"Hi," I murmured.

"You look so pretty," he told me again as I pulled the door shut behind me.

"I'm nervous."

"I know," he nodded, his hands cupping my cheeks.  "You are very pretty though.  Plus, it's just me."

"I know," I nodded.  "Can I hug you?"

He smiled, wrapping his arms around me before I could even try to do the same to him.  I felt a lot better almost immediately, not caring that it was skin to skin, but thankful that he was willing to hold me when I was so on edge with something that was new for us.  It was maybe because of my parents, or very much so because of what was happening, but I was just happy to have him be as understanding as he was.

"You need anything?" he asked.

"No," I told him. 

"Just tell me when you feel better."

He wasn't tense the way I was used to, and I wondered if it was because he genuinely liked the hug or was loose enough with the alcohol.  Tonight was full of so many different emotions, and I was glad one of them was genuine happiness.  It had been a while since I felt so cared for, and I was glad that Harry was here to be someone who held permanence in my life.

"Can I wash your hair?" he asked.

"What?" I laughed.

"Can I wash your hair?" he questioned once more, but quietly as if he was uncertain.

"Yeah," I nodded, shifting so I could look at him.  "Why are you so quiet?"

He shrugged.

"Har," I said softly.  "Don't keep secrets from me."

"No, no, no," he quickly murmured.  "It's just ... I-I know I seem super experienced, and like I have it all together, and I'm this confident guy, but I have a lot of stuff I haven't done before also.  Like washing someone's hair, or having them wash mine, and I just was thinking maybe you'd let me because it always seems so nice in movies and stuff."

I stared at him oddly, realizing that no one had ever taken care of him the way that they should have.  He was always very masculine, but I could tell he still needed to be nurtured in a way that no one had given.  He deserved to have his hair washed by someone else, and he deserved to have someone let him wash their hair.  I was glad I could be one of his firsts, knowing that he was very experienced, but I was starting to find small things, like this, that showed he still had a lot of learning and growing to do as well.

"No one's washed your hair for you?" I asked softly.

He shook his head no.  "Don't get me wrong, I've definitely gotten my fair share out of a shower, but it was never—it was never romantic, I guess."

"You've had a bath with someone though, haven't you?" I asked him.

He looked away.

"Oh you poor thing," I said softly, my hands moving to his chest while his arms stayed around my waist.  "We'll have a bath together soon, okay? I'll take care of you, honey."

"They just always used me," he murmured.

"It's okay," I said.  "We don't have to.  I know it makes you uncomfortable."

"Thank you," he nodded, and I could tell he was fighting off a lot of different emotions.  "You always understand."

I smiled up at him when he looked at me, my cheeks flushing when he leaned down to kiss me.  He was sweet, and soft, and always so gentle when he wanted to be.  I never wanted to let go of him.  But of course, I knew that wouldn't be an option.  After a few moments of kissing, he pulled back, Harry grabbing the shampoo.  I let him wash my hair, laughing when he told me I had a lot more hair than he was expecting.  It was a funny comment, especially since I knew he had played with my hair countless times, but it was pretty thick so I knew what he meant.

"Do you like it when your hair is long or short?" Harry asked.

"Well, I'm surprised I haven't chopped it off with how hot it is," I told him.  "I'm usually so sweaty that I just decide to cut it."

"Noooo," he said softly.  "You'd look so pretty no matter what, but I like it right now.  Don't cut it.  You look so pretty."

"You like my hair long, noted," I laughed.

"I just didn't know if you had a preference," he chuckled.

"I mean I think I look prettier when it's long like this."

"You're always pretty," he told me.  "Wait, do you think I'm doing this right? You literally have so much hair I don't know."

It was cute that he was worried about washing my hair correctly, Harry tugging my head back and kissing me briefly.  It made me blush, his lips pressing to my shoulder lightly in a few kisses.

"Mags?"

"I'm sure it's fine.  It feels nice."

"Oh good," he said.  "I was worried I was doing a shit job."

"You could never."

After he rinsed my hair and then did a round of conditioner he let me wash his hair.  It made him laugh that I was so short, Harry bowing his head down for me.  I was honestly a little embarrassed that he had to do so much, but I also knew that he didn't mind at all.  After we rinsed his hair, the two of us washed our bodies.  He had offered to wash me off, but I said I was still too nervous.

"Are you feeling okay, though?" he questioned.

"I'm fine now," I nodded.

"No," he chuckled.  "Not like with all the parent stuff.  I know you were cramping earlier, are you still?"

I brushed it off.  "I'm fine.  They'll go away."

"I could finger you," he said.

"Harry!"

"What?" he laughed.  "It helps.  It relieves pain.  I told you this."

"Still."

He smiled at me.  "You want it so bad."

I looked away from him.

"Oh come on," he laughed.  "You always look away when you're nervous.  And the only reason you'd be nervous is because you want me to finger you."

"Okay, fine!" I groaned.  "It wouldn't be the worst thing ever to try.  But, you just told me you feel like people use you and I feel like I'm gross if I let you—"

"Do not for one moment think you fall into that category of partners for me," he said softly.  "You let me wash your hair.  You washed my hair.  You take the time to learn about me and who I am and you always, always, always make sure to ask my permission before we do anything even if I'm the one to initiate.  You are so special to me, it would be my pleasure to try and relieve some of your pain."

It was very clear to me that my Harry was fully back in motion in comparison to the giggly boy from earlier in the evening.  I looked up at him, realizing that he was intently staring down at me.  He meant every word, I could tell that much.  Though I blushed when I sighed, nodding my head and telling him I'd like for him to try.  What I didn't expect was for him to wrap his left arm around my waist, my face burning when he pulled my back against his chest, and his right hand immediately brushed along my hip before he shifted further down.

"Did you shave?"

"Oh my goodness, are you serious?," I whined.

"What? It is completely bare, that's why I'm asking.  The last time it felt like it was a few days since you shaved, which again I don't mind, I'm just curious."

"You are so embarrassing."

"I'm just honest, doll," he laughed, kissing my cheek sweetly. 

"Fuck you."

"Oh, I see what we're doing.  You have to get mad at me for it to feel okay, huh? You like it when I'm rough with you?"

I whined when he traced his middle finger along my slit before he toyed with the idea of pushing in.  Though, it was tedious.  I knew he enjoyed his games, but I hated when they were at my expense.  My breathing was already labored when he brushed his middle finger past my clit, my thighs squeezing shut on his hand.

"You're pent up, doll, no wonder you've been cramping so bad.  We'll get you fixed up.  I'll make you feel so much better.  I'm sorry I was a dick to you, you know I would've taken care of you multiple times this week if I wasn't."

I was breathing harshly when he pressed his middle finger into me, Harry's thumb beginning to play with my clit.  My legs already felt a little difficult to stand on, and I was worried for what was to come.  I mean, it had been nearly a week since he touched me, and while that wasn't long in the grand scheme of things, it seemed like a long time as well.

He was quick with his movements, his thumb making light work of my clit.  I was shaking with how desperately he was attacking it, my body shuddering into him while his middle finger slid in and out of me in a haste.  I was dripping for him already, feeling the way he would slip his middle finger out of me so he could push my wetness against my clit before he would slip his finger back inside of me where I felt like it belonged.  Though I started tugging at his hand some, Harry appearing to notice.

"What do you want?" he asked me lowly.  "Tell me."

"F-Fingers."

"You want more in you, doll?" he questioned.  "Need me to fill up your pretty little pink cunt?"

"Mhm," I moaned.

"Words, Magdalina, you know far better than that."

"Please, H-Harry.  Need more in me."

"How many?"

"O-Only two."

"How about we try that for a little bit, see how you're feeling with it," he said to me, his two fingers brushing along my folds criminally slow.  "Then, if you're feeling up to it, doll, we can try three.  Fill you up so that pink cunt of yours is nice and full."

"H-Harry."

"I know, I know, it's a lot for someone who's learning, right, darling? We can see.  That's why we should try two first.  See what we're working with.  You have the prettiest cunt, you know that?"

I nodded.  He began fucking me with his middle and ring fingers, my breathing very quickly becoming labored.  I needed this far more than I thought I did, and the fact that he knew exactly what to do at almost all times was both incredible and scary.  Not that it was scary in a bad way, more of a shocking way. 

"P-Please," I begged softly.

"Please what, darling?"

"Faster."

He began picking up the pace, my eyes squeezing shut as he finger fucked me quickly.  I was gripping his arm tightly, whining loudly as he worked me up.  Never in my life had a man been able to get this much out of me with just his fingers.  Even if someone was giving me head they couldn't get this out of me.  Yet, here was Harry, the only man on the entire planet that could have me whining at his fingers for him in a way that I didn't even know I was capable of before.

"Three, doll, do you want to try?" he asked me.  "I want to fill you up."

I was whimpering in his hold because he hadn't stopped.  It was constant.  He was moving his fingers in and out of me so fast that I didn't think I would even be able to hold on much longer.  My eyes were squeezed shut, I was barely standing with any weight on my own two legs, and I could tell that he was probably close to getting me to come soon.  Yet, I found myself letting out several deep breaths when he completely stopped, his fingers pressed deep within me.

"You have to answer when I ask a question."

"S-Sorry," I whined, shifting my hips so I could try and force some sort of movement which made him laugh. 

"Do that again and you're not coming at all."

"Fuck you," I groaned.  "Please, God, please, I need to come, please."

"Sinful little thing you are tonight," he growled against me softly.  "I have two requests."

"Fucking what, Harry?"

"You use God's name once more.  I like the thought of you going against everything you know because you need me so badly."

"God damnit, Harry, if you don't start fucking me I-I—"

He curled his fingers in me before I could finish my sentence, my whole body weight dropping onto his arm which he was more than ready for because he barely gave into my weight.  Instead, he pulled me close to him, chuckling softly at the fact that I was a complete mess all because of him.

"I know you've been thinking about my fingers in you this whole time—adding another.  Just try for me, doll.  I love the thought of your tight cunt wrapping around me."

"Fine, if it means you'll fuck me, fine!"

He snickered, his fingers pulling out of me fully and I gasped loudly.  My heart was beating in my chest, I was whining, the feel of everything without him there was something that I didn't like.  I knew it was because I hadn't finished yet, but the fact that I felt empty without him was also a surprise to me.  Though, I soon felt him slowly attempting to press more fingers in, my breathing heavy as I gripped his arm tightly.

"Oh you're so good for me," he said softly.  "My favorite doll to play with, huh?"

"For you," I gasped out.

"For me, you're so right.  This cunt is mine, too, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes, Harry."

He was gentle even if his words were not.  He didn't immediately start to fuck me and I was grateful considering I had only tried this maybe once before and I had pushed the guy away.  With Harry, though, I not only felt safer, but I knew he was willing to take the time for me to adjust to him whereas in the past that hadn't been the case with the other person.  It wasn't until Harry had gotten all three of his fingers fully in me that I felt myself begin to relax some around him, the man behind me pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"You're doing so good," he said.  "I usually can't get anyone to relax enough for this."

"Uh-huh."

"I bet you can't even comprehend what I'm saying, huh?"

"Harry."

"Right, darling, I know," he murmured.  "Just tell me how you're feeling."

I could tell that his fingers weren't fully next to one another, knowing that it would have been harder to let him take me if that was the case.  Instead it was like his middle overlapped the other two, my cheeks flushing when he began to move his fingers around inside me slowly.  The movement was enough to make me grunt softly, but soon enough he was picking up the pace and I was back to being a whimpering mess again for him.

"I would do anything to hear this all day," he muttered lowly.  "Something about you needing me this badly is so sexy, doll."

"P-Please," I begged him.  "It—Harry."

"It what, doll?" he asked as he shifted his fingers quickly.  "Tell me."

"It feels s-so good. I need y-you so fucking bad, Harry."

He kissed my cheek again.  "Good girl.  That's so good to hear, doll, that makes me feel so good."

After a few more minutes of him quickly finger fucking me, I could tell I was very close to finishing.  He simply continued, allowing me to hold onto his arm tightly and I whined, whimpered, begged for him softly before I came loud enough that he needed to cover my mouth with the hand he had been fingering me with.  It made me blush, and I definitely was using him as my person to stand, my legs like jello as I came around his fingers.  When I wasn't as loud anymore, he quickly began finger fucking me again until I was pulsing around his fingers, and even then he was moving so quickly that I was gasping for air

"Jesus Christ," I scoffed.

"Goodness, Magdalina, this is so unlike you."

"I-I literally can't feel my legs, I think the lord is going to put me on the naughty list for something that isn't using his name in vain."

"Right," Harry laughed.

It was then that I got a good look at his hand, my face burning when I noticed it had blood all over it.  Of course, I thought it was gross when I realized, but Harry was just staring down at his fingers, transfixed on the blood.

"Har?"

"Mm?"

"You can wash them off."

"Right, Right."

He washed his fingers off, my body still clinging onto him since my legs were shaking with aftershocks.  I breathed in deeply, Harry shutting the water off after he splashed my face with some cold water.  It had startled me at first, but I also appreciated it, the bathroom rather quiet aside from the fan that was on now.

"Are you good to stand or should I still be scared?" he asked.

"Just, like, another minute pretty please."

He laughed, pulling me against him more.  I smiled when he kissed my cheek several times, feeling very cared for after what he had just done for me.  It was still unbelievable to me that he was so good at what he did, and the fact that I was comfortable enough to try something new with him was pretty incredible as well.  His lips trailed along my jaw before he slowly made his way down my neck, a small smile on my face as I held onto him.

"Stop," I laughed.

"I just want you to feel okay," he said softly.  "And if I have to hold you I might as well make the best of it."

"I feel more than okay, Harry," I told him.  "I feel really fucking good.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Really, I feel so much better."

He wrapped his free arm around me, my face flushing that he had basically scooped my boobs up in his hold now but I also couldn't be bothered much.  I felt a lot better thanks to him and I didn't feel nearly as nervous in front of him now either.  I blamed it on me being irrevocably horny now, but I tried to shake it off.

"Don't you want some help, honey?" I asked.

"With what?"

"I can feel you against my back.  Let me help."

"No," he laughed.  "I'll let you get all ready for bed and then I'll get it taken care of, okay?"

"Yeah, because I'll take care of it."

Harry chuckled again.  "No.  Just let me make you feel good tonight, okay? It's all I wanted."

Groaning loudly, I agreed, knowing he wasn't going to give in.  It didn't take us long to decide I was finally able to stand, but it took a minute of him slowly letting me fully stand on my own before he let go, Harry grabbing towels for us off the counter.  He wrapped me up first, a small smile on my face after he wrapped his towel around his waist and I could clearly see what he had tried to hide.

"Honey," I said softly.

"No," he laughed, grabbing my hands before I could put them on his waist.  "Really, I'm so good.  Please listen, okay? We're having a really good night. I don't want to get stressed out."

"Okay, then just one kiss and I'll let you handle it by yourself, okay?"

He nodded, kissing me sweetly.  I would have done anything to help him out, but I also knew he liked his boundaries and I was definitely not going to be anymore pushy when he brought them up.  As he pulled away, he smiled at me, shaking his head.

"Get ready for bed."

"You really made my night, I hope you know that," I told him quietly.  "People probably always tell you that, I know I'm not the first, but—"

"You're the only one who has ever thanked me," he smiled.  "I can tell you really appreciate it."

"I do, Harry," I nodded quickly. 

"Ruining my Little Church Girl.  God, I'm going to hell aren't I?"

I smiled at him.  "I'll pray away your sins."

"Thank you," he smiled, kissing my temple.  "Someone has to.  Now shoo, pretty girl."

It didn't take long for me to leave the shower.  I quickly took care of my issues before I headed to the bedroom to change.  Once I was finished, I climbed into bed, smiling to myself at everything that had just happened between us.  Nothing felt real.  I didn't get how Harry was real.  Taking a deep breath, I found myself blushing when I overheard him panting over the shower, disliking that he didn't want it to be me but I also respected his boundaries and I definitely wasn't going to push them.

Cuddling up into the sheets, it wasn't long until I heard the water shut off for the second time tonight, leaving me to glance into the bathroom.  Harry didn't seem to care if he had a towel on as he slipped out of the shower, but I also knew he probably wasn't anticipating me just staring at him either.  Then again, how could I look away when he was built perfectly, as if crafted from marble himself?  Shaking my head, I shut my eyes, not opening them until I felt the bed dip.

"You're still feeling okay?" he asked when he got under the covers.

"Really good," I nodded.

It made him smile, as if he was proud.  "Good.  Come lay with me then."

I didn't hesitate to move over quickly, Harry laughing when I moved so I was lying on top of him.  He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tightly in his hold while my face cuddled into his neck.  I was in awe with him, truly.  He was everything that I could have asked for in a man and I still wasn't over it.  I wasn't sure if I ever would be.

"I said with and not on, but I'll allow it tonight," he chuckled.

"Did you get everything sorted?" I asked him softly.

"Oh, I sorted it real good."

"Good," I told him.  "I'd love to help you again sometime, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable."

"Thank you," he said sweetly, wrapping his arms around me more.

"Mhm."

"Get some rest, doll, you've had a long day."

He rubbed my back, and I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that no one had ever cared about me the way that he did.  Harry wanted to make sure I was okay, and happy, and truly taken care of in a way I had never experienced before him.  It made me smile, and I felt him tug the covers over us more, Harry moving his hand so that he could sneak it up the back of my shirt and continue rubbing it gently.  His hand was warm against my skin, Harry shifting from having his entire palm against my body to brushing his fingernails over my skin every few minutes. 

"Go to sleep, darling."

"I'm trying," I mumbled.

"I think you're staying awake because you don't want this this go away."

"Maybe that."

"I'll be here like this for you again.  Get some rest, I know you're exhausted."

Sighing against him, he continued to rub my back, and I truly did feel more relaxed than I ever had not only on my period, but probably in the last couple of months since I moved to town.  Harry kissed my shoulder, becoming slower with his movements and I couldn't tell if it was him drifting off or if he was trying to trick me into falling asleep. Either way, though, it definitely worked and I ended up falling fast asleep within only a few minutes, realizing that he really was the perfect man.