a/n: i won't tell you what but something finally makes sense in this chapter if you pay close enough attention. also waiting for the day i post a harry pov and you guys go absolutely insane over the picture hehe

The evening hadn't been horrible the way I was worried it would be, all things considered.  We made dinner together, watched television, and then made our way to bed since we had to be up kind of early.  Harry had jokingly put a pillow in between us, but then quickly moved it before I could even say anything about it.  I was glad that he was feeling better, but I just hoped he wouldn't be upset again.  After all, it wasn't like he had been horrible to me but I still felt bad after the fact.

"What time did we leave?" Harry asked.

"Eight-fifteen or so."

"Dammit," he groaned.  "It's literally only been ten minutes."

"Do you have somewhere to be?" I laughed.

"Yeah, the farmer's market," he continued. 

The words made me laugh.  We decided to play a game to pass the time where we would try and spot license plates with certain letters in the alphabet.  It made the time go by much faster, and I could tell that Harry was thankful for the distraction since he was driving.  Of course, I thought the fact that he wasn't a huge morning person was amusing considering the fact that his job was quite literally a morning radio host.  Though, I found myself shaking my head as Harry pulled up to the farmer's market, the curly-haired personality paying the parking fee before he pulled into a rather close spot.

"Tote bags," he reminded me.

"Right! Thank you."

I grabbed the bags from the backseat, getting out of the car on my side.  Harry had opened the door, a small smile on his face as he looked down at me.  It didn't take long for him to shut my door behind me, Harry locking the car before we began walking toward the large group of vendors.  He grabbed my hand as we were walking, pulling my hand up to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back.  It made me smile at him, Harry smiling back at me.

"I took meds this morning," he told me.  "I should be good all day."

"Just let me know if you're stressed," I told him.

"I will," he nodded.  "Also, is this like a thing where there is a coffee vendor, or what?"

"I mean, maybe packaged coffee? I don't know.  We can look around."

"Lovely.  I need my coffee.  We're getting lunch after this, or breakfast.  Maybe brunch.  I'm starving."

"You always are," I laughed, sending him a small smile.  "I want to pay for breakfast, though."

"Over my dead body," he stated, shaking his head.

Giving him a dirty look, he chuckled.  It wasn't long until we finally made it to a place that had a guide, Harry and I looking over the map.  I knew that I wanted strawberries and oranges, Harry staring at the guide and pointing out what looked like a coffee and tea stand.  We made our way to his vendor first, since it was the farthest away, Harry looking overly excited when he saw that they did, in fact, have coffee to serve.

"This is the best day ever.  Morning with my girl and coffee."

I blushed, shaking my head before greeting the people working the vendor.  "Hi!"

"Good morning," they greeted.  "What can we get you two?"

"I just want a black coffee.  What roast do you recommend?" Harry asked.

"Do you prefer it bitter, in the middle, smooth, or sweet?" the man asked.

"Usually I would say bitter, but let me try the smooth.  What do you want, doll?"

"Do you guys have cream and stuff?" I asked.

"Of course, sugar," the woman nodded.  "I have ice if you want it iced."

"Yes!" I nodded.  "Um, okay, can I get the same roast as him but iced and with sweetener and cream?"

The couple nodded, Harry getting his coffee right away while the woman took a little bit to make mine since it had ice and more things added to it.  However, I watched as Harry pulled out a twenty, handing it to the man.

"You can keep it," Harry said.

"Oh, no I couldn't," the man stated.  "It only cost four dollars, kid."

"That's fine," Harry nodded.  "Thank you for the coffee."

I took mine from the woman, thanking her.  Of course, the woman encouraged Harry to take the change, but he shook his head, laughing as he said it was fine.  The pair told him it meant a lot, Harry shaking their hands.  It was clear they were incredibly appreciative, a small smile on my face as I looked up at him before I glanced at the couple again.

"You have the sweetest boyfriend," the woman told me.

"He's nice when he wants to be," I blushed, squeezing his hand.  "Right?"

"Mhm," he nodded.  "She wants fruit and I would hate to deprive her of the best choices.  Thank you so much for the coffee again, I was dragging."

The couple told us to have a great morning, Harry and I beginning to walk toward a different vendor.  Though, we stopped in front of a place that had tea kettles, Harry raising an eyebrow at me.

"Boyfriend, huh?" he asked.  "After a week?"

"I didn't want to be rude," I told him.

"Right, right, right," he nodded.  "Oh how silly it would be if we were dating."

"How silly," I murmured.

"We don't have to be that serious yet," he chuckled.  "I can see you're not sure.  I wouldn't push you, Magdalina."

"Okay," I nodded.  "It's just fast.  I do like you, I promise."

"Pinky?"

Rolling my eyes, I held my pinky out to him.  He laughed softly, wrapping his pinky around mine easily.  I giggled when we both kissed our thumbs at the same time, Harry keeping eye contact with me.  Or, he did until I looked away because I was nervous.  It wasn't long until he was pulling back from the pinky promise.  Though, my cheeks warmed when he leaned in and kissed the hinge of my jaw several times, Harry moving back so he could look at me.

"All blushy for me, hmm?" he murmured.

"It's my sweet spot."

"I know," he nodded.  "You told me."

The words made me laugh, but I appreciated that he paid so much attention to insignificant things that I told him.  It made me feel far more appreciated than I had in the past by people, plus, I felt like he could occasionally make up for his poor behavior this way.  Not that he had done anything wrong this morning, but he was trying to still make sure that I was okay after yesterday. 

"Fruit!" I told him.

"Yes, of course.  How could I forget my lady wants fruit? Mr. and Mrs. Fruit Man!"

Giggling at his silly remark, we went to the stall that had strawberries, Harry and I getting to pick out as many as we wanted to put into a bag.  I knew that Donna wanted some, so I made sure to fill my bag with a lot, Harry picking out some to put in the bag as well.  It was followed by us weighing the bag,  Harry laughing when it said there were four pounds of strawberries in the bag.

"Nothing like strawberries on a summer morning," Harry laughed, pulling out his wallet to pay.

"Let me get it."

"Must I repeat my words from earlier?" he asked.

I gave him a dirty look as he, once more, pulled too much money out of his wallet.  Yet again, the workers told him it was far too much, but Harry insisted that they keep the extra.  He smiled at me, taking the tote bag that was loaded with strawberries and putting it over his shoulder.  We continued to look around for a while, Harry and I admiring a couple of drinkware sets, as well as a few dinnerware sets.  Of course, anything that I liked Harry offered to buy, but I pushed him off, telling him I didn't need anything. 

For about an hour or two we walked around, and I got more produce.  I was excited to take it all home, and Harry appeared amused that I was so excited over it, but I had genuinely missed going to the farmer's market.  It was fun for me, plus, fresh produce was always the best produce.  And, I felt like I was directly supporting farmers instead of when I went to the grocery store.  It was basically cutting out the middle man.

By the time it was inching toward eleven, there started to be a crowd.  Harry was not always one for crowds, so I was glad that we had gotten there early and could check everything out before it got too busy.  Plus, I knew we had gotten our pick of the best products before anyone else.  Though, we began making our way back to the car, Harry opening the door for me.  I set my tote bag in the backseat before I took the heavy bag of strawberries, placing them in the backseat as well. 

"Harry," I said, shifting so that I wasn't kneeling on the bench and was standing outside the car.

"Yeah?"

"When you feel better can I get a hug?" I asked him.

He looked at me oddly, and I watched as he set his coffee on the roof of the car.  Mine was already sitting in a cup holder in the vehicle, so I was a little confused as to what he was doing.  Though, I watched as he wrapped his arms around me, his body incredibly tense as he secured his arms around my waist.  I was quite shocked with the sudden touch, but once I realized what was happening I made sure to wrap my arms around his upper back, breathing in the very welcoming scent of lavender, mint, and something cozy.  He held me for a while, swaying side to side as if to make sure that I was okay and happy.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"For what?"

"Being bad at this."

"It isn't your fault.  I can tell something happened that made you like this.  Don't blame yourself."

I played with the curls at the nape of his neck.  He deserved someone who took the time to understand him.  It made me so sad to think about how, in the past, he had been treated as an object.  And sure, it was probably almost every man's dream to be used for sex, but Harry clearly didn't like that.  He hated it.  And so I hoped that he understood how little that meant to me, all things considered.  But, what I wanted him to understand was that he didn't have to shy away from touch either.  It wasn't a bad thing.  I just knew it would be difficult to sway him.

"Is that good?" he asked.

I pulled away before answering, knowing that he had enough and I was not going to push him anymore.  He tilted my chin up, sending me a small smile before brushing his nose with mine.  I had no idea what had him in such a good mood this morning, but I decided that maybe his medication really did wonders for him.  Harry grabbed his coffee off of the car before gesturing for me to get into the vehicle.

"I can take that," I told him, holding my hands out for the coffee.

"Oh," he chuckled.  "Yeah, okay."

Harry handed me his coffee before shutting my door.  I watched him walk around the car before getting in on his side, the curly-haired personality starting the vehicle.  It didn't take long for me to place his coffee in the cup holder as well, Harry telling me that he was going to make a call to Zayn real quick.  I nodded, watching as he picked up the phone that was hidden under the dash.  It was incredibly uncommon for people to have a car phone, but of course he had one.  After all, he had called me from it the other night.  And, I also knew that my ex's dad had one, but they were very well off so it made sense.  Though, this was once again showing that Harry was also very well off. 

"Hi, Zayn ... no, I was wondering if you were picking up later today ... I told you guys I couldn't ... what do you mean why can't I? You think I'm going to go there with Magdalina?"

His words weren't filled with much of a tone until the last bit.  I wondered what he was talking about, and where it was that he didn't want to bring me.  It was obvious that he wasn't ashamed of me in any form, but there was clearly somewhere that he didn't want to take me.  Glancing at him, he held up his index, clearly expressing that he would tell me later. 

"Zayn, I'll give you a hundred dollars to do it ... literally I don't care, just fucking pick it up, mate, how hard is it?"

He sounded irritable now, Harry going back and forth with Zayn a few times before they settled on Harry paying Zayn a hundred and fifty dollars to do whatever it was that needed to be configured.  After that, Harry hung up, brushing his fingers through his hair quickly.  I found myself staring at him, Harry sighing loudly and shaking his head.

"You know how I said my friends and I do drugs?" he asked.

"That's definitely an opener."

He glared at me.

"Yes, I know what you mean," I nodded.

"Well, I specifically told my friend Steven that I needed him to go pick them up and that I would pay.  But, Steven said to Zayn that something came up—it means someone asked to fuck him—and so he couldn't pick them up at the time."

"And you don't want to bring me there why?"

"Are you kidding me? I am not bringing you around my coke dealer.  Hell no.  That's literally asking for a problem."

He looked irritated, and I wondered what exactly would happen in order to make him think this way.  Then again, if he said no, it probably meant that I should trust his judgement.  I also realized that I was going to see him doing drugs tonight, though, and I wasn't so certain if I was ready to see that side of him come out.  Though, maybe it meant he was also comfortable enough where we were with one another to feel okay doing that in front of me.  Deciding I wouldn't be able to figure it out until later, we simply chatted while he drove us, Harry and I trying to think of what we wanted to eat while we were driving.

•••

It was closer to ten when Harry and I arrived at his friend's house.  He had talked about five different people on the way, so I lost track of who's house we were currently walking up to, but I decided it was best to just go with the flow instead of worrying about anything that we were going to do.  I was about to knock when Harry opened the door, walking in as if the house belonged to him.  The lights were dim, and there were a lot more people than I had originally expected.  Harry had said it was a small party with his friends but this looked like a lot more than that.

"Harry!" a guy who looked incredibly similar to the man we saw at the donut shop yesterday called, the curly-haired man beside me quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.  "Hey, man, what's up?"

"Steven," Harry greeted.  "Hey."

"Dude, Zayn and Wayne just went to go—" the guy pressed his index finger to the side of his nose and sniffed.

"Sick, I'll get there eventually," Harry nodded.  "This is Maggie."

"Hi," I smiled, shaking Steven's hand.  "Nice to meet you."

"You're tits girl."

"Uh what?" I laughed.

"Say that shit again and I'm jumping you," Harry scoffed.

"Easy, easy," Steven laughed.  "Up tight, this guy."

I watched as Steven patted Harry's back several times, Harry's green eyes widening slightly but he recovered quickly.  It was then that I realized why he most likely did drugs when he was with his friends, and I was sure it took all the pressure and stress away from him focusing on if his friends were rough with him.  He didn't have to think about the physicality of things.  And, just as Steven went to say something, I saw Zayn walking over along with another guy.

"Maggie!" Zayn cheered.  "What's up? I haven't seen you since that shitty party."

He hugged me quickly, a giggle leaving my lips as I held onto Zayn.  It was sweet that he was always so polite and kind to me, especially since he looked like he could be a bad boy with all the tattoos, the dark hair, and the nose piercing.  Taking a deep breath, I let him pull back, Zayn looking between Steven and who I wanted to guess was Wayne.

"She's super cool and chill," Zayn told them.  "Better than that bitch Cherry."

"That bitch Cherry is fucking Collins," Steven stated.

"No," Harry said.  "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah, man," Steven nodded.  "Heard it from Cash."

"From who?" I coughed out.

"Cash.  I don't know, the guy I get my weed from."

My eyes widened almost immediately, Harry raising an eyebrow as he looked at me.  Though, Zayn, Wayne, and Steven all seemed curious as to what I was so interested in–after all, I could see why it would be weird to ask more about someone that they all knew.  However, all I could think about was the guy that Harry had walked in on me giving head to the very same evening that I had inadvertently met all of these guys.  It was a weird perdiciment to be in, and I wondered if that was why Cash had been at the place in the first place–to deal to Harry and his friends. 

"What?" Harry asked me.

"It's nothing," I mumurmed.

"No, now we want to know," Steven continued.

"Yeah," Zayn agreed.  "We want to know why you want to know who we're talking about."

"Magdalina," Harry continued, but this time I could tell that he was seriously pressing for me to continue.  "Go ahead."

I cleared my throat.  The thought of what had happened that night would sometimes play in my mind when I wasn't expecting them to.  I recalled how Harry had barged in, he was irritated, annoyed, and I had never seen him that frustrated until that very moment.  I then recalled how he had pressed me up against the sink and made me look at myself with his wrist around my throat.  It was probably one of the hottest things I had ever experienced at the time, and I think it still was one of the hottest things I had experienced with him even still.

"You totally didn't see anything in the bathroom or anything one time."

"No!" Harry shouted, covering his face with his hands and groaning loudly.  "Not his dealer!"

"I mean, I don't know many guys named Cash," I laughed, my face burning as Harry pulled his hands away from his and stared at me.  "What?"

"You are just always something else," he stated.

"That's so funny," Steven laughed.  "Harry, I didn't know your new girlfriend was so cool and was into stuff like that."

My cheeks flushed almost immediately, but I could tell Harry must not have liked the words because he very quickly put his arm around me.  It made my face burn even more, his lips pressing to my temple.  I also thought it was funny that he didn't correct Steven, but I decided Harry probably preferred it if they knew I was off limits.  After all, he had wanted it that way when I was going to the party with Zayn, and I assumed it would stay the same even now.

"So," Steven said, clearing his throat.  "Anyway, fuck Collins.  He literally knows you and Cherry were a thing."

"I always knew he liked her," Harry shrugged.  "Let the trash have trash.  That isn't my issue."

"Since no one wants to introduce me, I'm Wayne," Harry's friend stated.  "Fuck you guys."

It made me laugh, and I shook his hand when he held it out to me.  Wayne told me that he had a kid who was at home with his wife sleeping.  Though, she was going to be at the fourth of July thing next weekend, so I was excited that there would at least be another woman there since I was pretty much surrounded by Harry and his friends right now.  After all, hanging with a bunch of men wasn't awful, but if three out of four of them were high, I certainly knew it could only get worse once Harry joined.

"You wanna go do your little, what's it called?" I asked.

"My what?" Harry chuckled.

"You know, it's like a something of coke?"

"A bump?"

"A line?"

"A sniff?"

I stared at all of his friends, blinking several times.  The fact that they were all so quick to come up with three different answers was kind of insane to me, and I figured that they probably could have kept going as well.  Harry laughed with their words, but I simply shook my head.  Glancing up at the curly-haired personality, he nodded, pressing his lips to my forehead. 

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yeah.  You'll wanna hold me, right?"

"Something like that," he nodded.

"Go, go, go," I laughed.

"Steven, you better watch her.  She's delicate."

He nodded.  Wayne and Zayn went with Harry, leaving me alone with Steven.  I was very happy that all of Harry's friends were kind and friendly, especially since my ex had a bunch of shitty friends.  It made me feel a lot better about this whole situation, and I also felt comfortable being left alone with Harry's friends as well.  In the past, if Timothy had left me alone with his friends, I was usually unbearably uncomfortable.  With Harry's friends, that wasn't true at all.

"He likes you," Steven stated.  "A lot."

"I'm not sure," I laughed.

Steven shook his head.  "I'm serious.  He only ever fucked Cherry, and he told us that he hasn't fucked you.  I mean, maybe he's just being polite and saying that he hasn't, I don't know."

"He hasn't," I told him.  "But he also doesn't want to push me like that."

"Push you like what?" Steven asked.

I stared at him, knowing that my face was only growing redder with every passing second.  It wasn't something that I ever wanted to disclose right away to strangers, especially since I was twenty-one.  Not that I wasn't allowed to be a virgin at this age, but some people just looked at me funny, especially when most women my age already were already married with a husband and children.

"Maggie, don't tell me.  Pretty little thing like you still hasn't lost it?"

I was sure that my face was stuck being a burnt red this evening with the constant heat to my cheeks.  It was a little embarrassing to think that his friend had so quickly picked up what I had been implying moments ago, and I found myself glancing down at my nails before I looked back up at him.  I didn't know what to say.  I never did.  So I went with what always worked best for me in these situations.

"I'm Catholic, if that tells you anything."

"Jesus, that man is willing to wait until marriage? Interesting, Maggie," Steven nodded.  "I'm serious, though.  He must really like you then."

I stared at him.  Of course, I didn't want to go into the whole thing about how I had told Harry I wasn't sure if I wanted to wait until marriage or not, especially since it wasn't necessarily Steven's business either.  Sure, he probably didn't care if I were to tell him, but it was a lot more explaining than I was willing to do with a complete stranger.  Though, I did wonder why he thought Harry must have really liked me if we hadn't had sex yet.  I mean, why would Steven even imply that?

"So, why do you think that?" I asked.  "That he likes me a lot."

"Well, in college he certainly didn't get the nickname Horny Harry for no reason.  The fraternity went crazy calling him that because he was fucking a different person almost every night."

"Lovely," I laughed.

"He's clearly changed though," Steven was quick to assure me.  "Plus, he definitely likes you a lot.  Hopefully you can see through his past."

My eyebrows pulled in.  Harry hadn't let me in a whole lot to his past.  I knew his mom was killed.  I knew he moved here when he was eighteen to attend FSU.  But I didn't know a lot about him.  He was a private person, and I was trying to crack his very thick shell, but he had over seven years of time since his mother passed, and even longer since his childhood where I think other problems stemmed from.  It was a lot.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Huh?" Steven questioned.  "The thing with the guy.  Harry said he told you."

"Oh, the guy that you guys took to the hospital?" I asked.

"Yeah, something like that," Steven laughed.  "That's what the police report says anyway."

It was confusing to hear.  What did he mean by that? Harry told me they took a guy to the hospital because he was badly beaten.  They tried to save him.  What else could Steven have been insinuating? It made absolutely no sense to me, and it was what caused an aversion to blood for Harry.  At least, that was what Harry had told me.  But, before I could even ask a question I felt arms wrap around me, followed by kisses along my shoulder.

"Harry?"

"Hi," he murmured. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Missed you," he murmured.  "Can I give you head?"

"Har," I laughed.

"I'm so fucking high," he huffed out softly.  "Let me give you head while I'm high, doll."

"I'm not sure."

"We can do it in the bathroom," he whispered.

I let out a deep breath.  His words made my stomach jump, and I found myself very comfortable with him due to the touchiness.  He lightly kissed my sweet spot, humming softly against my skin.  It was followed by him leaving open mouthed kisses along my neck, and I could tell that he really did want to give in that moment.  For goodness sake, I wanted to turn around and make out with him right then, my cheeks flushing at the very thought that was crossing my mind right now.  Though, I was thankful that his friends had disappeared and weren't staring at us, a giggle leaving my lips when Harry sighed against my skin softly.

"Darling, please," he murmured.  "I wanna be on my knees for you.  My tongue in you.  Need you to ride me somehow, I can't take it."

I was soaked already.  It took him almost no time to get me worked up, Harry shifting my shirt up some and pressing the palm of his hand against my stomach .  It made me whine softly, and finally I found myself grabbing his good hand, moving so that I could look at him.  His eyes were a brilliant green, though his pupils were giant, green only a small rim around them.  It was a surprise to me, but I was caught off guard when he leaned in and kissed me.  My hands quickly held onto his face, Harry acting like he couldn't get enough of me.  His breathing was heavy, the man very clearly turned on as he kissed me.  Though he pulled away, shaking his head.

"My God, I need you on the sink.  I don't even care if I'm using the Lord's name in vain.  I need it.  I need you."

Nodding, I felt him grab my hand now.  It didn't take long for him to pull me upstairs, Harry opening the bathroom door and slamming it shut.  He locked it before picking me up and very quickly setting me on the countertop.  I was shaking with how desperate he was for me, Harry kissing me as if he needed me more than I could have ever described.  It was like I truly was the air he needed to breathe and he couldn't get enough.  Though, he pulled me off the counter to stand, my eyes focusing on him as he undid my shorts.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"No, I'm serious," he stated.  "I know what I said about you coming tonight, but I have to know.  Do you feel comfortable?"

"I'm good," I nodded.  "I want this."

He sighed with a soft curse leaving his lips, my cheeks burning when he undid his belt.  I watched as he effortlessly looped it into handcuffs, my breathing heavy.  Harry waited for me to hold my wrists out to him before putting the restraint on, my face burning when he tightened it.  Though, it wasn't long until he was getting on his knees in front of me, my eyes wide as I stared down at him.  He was undoing my shorts, pushing them down before my underwear followed.  I felt a little awkward, knowing that he had seen me bare like this once before, but it still felt way more intimate than I was anticipating.

"Can you sit on my shoulders?"

"Um, what?" I laughed.

"Need your legs on either side of my head," he clarified.

It made me burn up, but I followed what he asked for, Harry's nose brushing against me.  My body jumped and he chuckled, his breath on my core making me feel anxious.  Though, I found myself in awe with him, his strength, his neediness for me.  He was holding me up against the vanity, but I still thought it was hot that he wanted me on his shoulders, my restrained hands being allowed to tug at his hair.

"I've been waiting for this," he whispered.  "It's been too long.  I've thought about you like this multiple times, it would be a sin to lie to you, doll."

"I'm nervous."

"Magdalina, my nose is basically in your cunt, don't be nervous," he said, his hands holding onto my waist.  "Be so good for me, yeah?"

His pupils were huge.  I kept staring at them.  His eyes were always pretty, but there was something about his pupils being so large that was making me slowly lose my mind.  I wanted him to stare at me forever—he was so distracting to me.  Though, I didn't realize I hadn't answered him until he kissed my inner thigh a couple of times, Harry glancing up at me again.

"Be good?"

"For you," I agreed.

"Mm, already listening.  I like that."

Again he was kissing my thighs, Harry pressing a few kisses to just above my entrance as well.  I was in awe, even if I was a bundle of nerves.  Though, I sucked in a harsh breath when he licked a line along my slit, his eyes meeting mine as if to try and figure out if I liked it.  I squeezed my eyes shut because I didn't want to look at him, Harry chuckling against me before he flattened his tongue against my core, licking yet another line up against me before he wrapped his lips around my clit.  I grabbed at his hair, Harry letting out another chuckle.

"Look at me," he muttered.

"Har," I whined.

"Look at me while I take you," he stated.

Opening my eyes, I glanced down at him, Harry nodding before he quickly wrapped his lips around my clit again.  It made me pant softly, and I whined when he squeezed my hips, Harry quickly working to use his lips in a way that I never thought would be so attractive.  His tongue flicked along my clit several times before the muscle plunged further into my folds.  I was reeling, whimpering softly for him as he held me up, his nose brushing with my clit and I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or it just so happened to be this way.

"H-H," I barely gasped out.

He hummed against me and I squeezed my eyes shut, tugging at his hair again.  It made him pull back, and I quickly opened my eyes to see him glaring at me, my cheeks flushing when I realized he really wanted me to look at him.  He kissed my thigh hastily, biting me there in a playful way as I stared down at him.  He glanced up at me as he left open mouth kisses to my skin once again, several marks being left along my inner thighs as he continued to eat me out.

"If you want me between your thighs, darling, you have to watch," he growled softly against my skin.  "You know I like it when people watch."

"O-Okay," I nodded.

He began to kiss up my thigh before his nose brushed against my sensitive bundle of nerves once more.  I didn't know how he did it, but he was the best at a lot, and this was one of the things he was best at as well.  The way he moved his tongue, the way he knew where to spend time, the teasing, the tugging on my waist, the biting.  No one had ever treated me this way before, and I had to say it was engrossing to be treated this way.  He was so hot, so sexy, so good.  If I was nervous before, it was all thrown out the window because he was so good at what he was doing.

He had told me once he wanted to make out with me between my thighs, and I had anticipated it to be more of an analogy.  However, I was sorely wrong.  Harry knew what he was doing.  He had just as much compassion with his mouth being between my thighs as he did when he was kissing my lips.  I never thought it was possible to feel this good, but I also felt that watching his shut his eyes and focus on the way that he was working his tongue had to be doing something more to me than normal.

Eventually he had me whining, and I had to say what really pushed me over was when he looked up at me and flattened his tongue against the hood of my clit, a small smirk gracing his features.  I came then, Harry continuing to eat me out as I climaxed.  It was a new wave of pleasure that I had never felt before, and I was whining against him, trying to tug at his hair to get some distance between him and me but he kept pushing my hands away until I finally calmed down some.

"Mhm," he hummed against me, my face burning when he shifted me onto the counter top.  "So good for me."

"Harry, I'm basically naked on this person's vanity."

"And I can't give two shits," he told me.

I watched him closely then, the man in front of me slowly pulling each one of the rings from his fingers.  First it was the H, then the S, and then it was the decorative ones.  I didn't know what he was doing, but he was staring at me as if he was curious–like he wanted to know more or what I was thinking.  Swallowing hard, I was still recovering from everything when he smirked at me.

"W-What are you doing?"

"You come twice before I get to come again.  I figure we get it over with now, hmm?"

"I-I'm still shaking, Harry, I—"

He gripped my face with his left hand and kissed me at the same time that I felt him press two fingers into me.  It was more than I was expecting, and he caressed the inside of my walls, his thumb playing with my clit.  I moaned into his mouth, Harry pulling away so that he could look at me as he began shifting his fingers quickly in and out of me.

"My favorite doll to play with, yeah?" he growled.  "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"H-Harry," I whined.

"I know.  You're throbbing around me," he nodded.  "So good for me, though."

I grabbed his shirt with my hands, needing to hold onto something.  It made him chuckle, Harry fucking me with his fingers at a speed that I had no idea was even possible.  It made me dizzy, and I found myself grabbing his face, Harry quickly kissing me when I guided his face to mine.  His nose was still wet from me, and I moaned into his mouth when he started playing with my clit again, his thumb desperately moving against me while his fingers curled up inside of me, my legs wrapping around him as I pulled away from the kiss to moan.

"So fucking needy for me, huh?" he said, pressing my face against the mirror.  "You've been waiting for this, just like I have.  My good little doll begging for me to be in your cunt."

It made me whine.  My breath was hot against the mirror, leaving a fog to the glass.  I was shaking as he took me, not realizing how much I wanted or needed this until now.  Just as I was starting to feel like I was close, my entire body froze up when there was a knock on the door.  Harry did not seem pleased, and I watched as he pulled his left hand away from my face to hold his index up to his lips.  Nodding, I continued to watch him, Harry smirking when he quickly finger fucked me and I had to bite back whines.

"Man, whoever you are, you have been in there forever," the person on the other side said.

"Yeah, and I'm not done so go away!" Harry called.

"I have to piss," the person said.

"Go piss outside."

The person tried the doorknob several times, as if it was going to magically unlock before a loud groan left their mouth on the other side of the door.  He smirked at me, my cheeks flushing when he gently cupped my face, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.  It was followed by him shifting down my face, slowly moving along my skin with kisses.  He pressed his lips to my temple, the apple of my cheek, my nose.  He looked at me, his eyes searching mine briefly before he shut his eyes and kissed me.  I cupped his cheeks in my hands, holding onto him before he pulled back, his breathing heavy as he stared down at me.

"So pretty for me, yeah?" he nodded, his left hand brushing my hair behind my ear.  "My favorite girl."

"Stop," I murmured, trying to hide my face because I didn't understand how he could be incredibly vulgar one second and insanely sweet the next. 

"I told you not to do that," he murmured, gripping my face with his left hand and tilting my head so I would have to look at me.  "Don't ever hide from me."

"Okay," I whispered softly.

"Never," he murmured, his eyes searching mine again.  "I will praise you more later, but I need you to come, okay?"

And just like that he switched back.  He was fucking me with his fingers once more, playing with my clit, being sure he kissed me through it all.  I was whining into his mouth, shaking as I tightened my legs around him now.  He chuckled softly when I pulled away from kissing him, my breathing faltering before he assured me it was fine to come.  And, very quickly I was, murmuring his name over and over again.  He made sure to take care of me throughout the climax, and when I finally relaxed, his arms were wrapping around me, Harry pulling me into him as I panted deeply, breathing in the intoxicating scent of lavender, mint, and something cozy.

He didn't say anything, just held me the way he probably knew I wanted to be and it took everything in me not to cry right then and there.  I was in awe with him, happy, thankful, and felt overly appreciated in that moment by him.  Even if I was half naked on a vanity, he made me feel cared for in a way that no one ever had.

"You're good," he murmured, his hand holding the back of my head against his chest.  "I've got you."

Even when he hated it, he made sure I was taken care of at all costs.  My body was still trying to relax, but I was taking every moment that I could to try and stay in his hold.  I wanted to savor every minute, every second, every moment.  His left hand held the back of my head while his right rested at the bottom of my spine, keeping me close to him.  His body slowly began to become tense and I knew that my time with him was going to come to an end shortly.  And, as I anticipated, he was slowly pulling away, Harry kissing the top of my head before looking down at me.

"Should we get you cleaned up?" he asked.

"I-I can do it."

"Are you sure?" he asked.  "I don't mind, pretty."

I blushed.  "I'm okay, but thank you."

He nodded, setting me on the ground.  I giggled while he undid the belt that was around my wrists, Harry looping it through his pants.  Though, before I could get far, he was pulling each one of my wrists to his lips, leaving gentle kisses to the skin.  It was always sweet of him, and I was glad that he cared so much, my cheeks flushing as I grabbed my shorts and underwear off the floor to make the short trek to the toilet.  Harry washed his hands in the sink before putting his rings back on, a giggle leaving my lips when I watched him open the cabinets below to find a disinfectant.

"Perfect because the counter is soaked."

"Hey!" I complained.

"You think that's a bad thing?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at me.

"Stop, don't look!"

"Are you serious?" he laughed, and I tried to cover myself up with my clothes.  "My tongue was in you, and you're worried about me looking at you right now?"

I flicked him off, Harry rolling his eyes but he chuckled as he cleaned the counter off and I did my business.  It wasn't long until I was dressed again, leaving me to flush the toilet and then wash my hands.  Harry sat on the vanity beside me as he waited, a small smile on my face when he started to play with my hair.

"You're not mad that I'm high, right?" he asked.

"I don't mind," I assured him.  "I'm driving us to yours, though."

"Yeah, okay," he nodded, hopping off the counter once I went to dry my hands off.  "I was going to ask if you wanted to try coke, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of you driving us to mine."

It made me laugh.  He held my hand as we walked out of the bathroom.  Thankfully, no one was in the hallway, Harry and I making our way down the stairs.  We went to find his friends, and I hoped and prayed that they couldn't tell what we had done because I would have been embarrassed.  But, I was happy that he was at least allowing me to be clingy, knowing that him being high might have been a good thing after all.