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Both Harry and I decided that McDonald's can count as our first date. Last night was a second date, and tonight would be our third.

As you can see we really couldn't wait until that seventh date. If we had breakfast tomorrow, Harry would probably call that a date too.

I was almost finished getting ready for ice skating and just about to slip on shoes when there was a knock at the front door. "Harry, can you get that?" Again there was a knock. "Harry!" No response.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door, opening it to find Harry standing with a bunch of flowers. "Hey, I'm here for our date."

"You left to buy flowers and knocked as if we didn't live together?" He nodded. "How romantic." He shrugged as if he already knew that. "Oh, please come in, I'm almost ready. Ignore my roommate, he's a compulsive masturbater and likes to scream when he finishes." Harry began laughing.

"Really, he seems like a really cool guy, and I think he makes the appropriate amount of noise when he comes." He played along, walking over to the kitchen to grab his glass of juice he had been drinking earlier.

I just rolled my eyes and went to the room to finish getting my stuff together and came back to Harry with a small smile. "Alright I'm ready, third date, here we come!"

"There will be no coming on this date." Harry opened the door for me as I laughed.

*

I had never been ice skating but Harry had been a few times over the years with his sister or Niall. But he had never been with a girl on a date, making this a little more special. Not that I cared if he had been on dates like this, but Harry was determined to make everything special.

Being that it was New Year's Day, a lot of places we're closed, and so not many people showed up to ice skate. Being in California, there weren't many ice rinks nearby anyway.

I knew how to roller skate, but Harry told me it can be a little different since I roller-skated with four-wheeled skates and I haven't been on them since I was twenty. 

We drove in mostly silence between the two of us but listened to some music to cut the tension. After the date, we couldn't go home and do the dirty.

How the hell were we friends for almost a decade and went so long without having sex and survived?

It was all I can think about now, like a drug. 

Harry Styles was a drug pusher.

I put the volume down and turned to face him as he drove. "Tell me something about you?" As if I didn't know everything about him.

"Alright, I'm Harry, twenty-six years old. I'm an Aquarius. I like the color green, and I eat ass." 

The friend part of me wanted to laugh, but the date part of me wanted him to be more serious.

I still laughed because that was funny.

"So, almost twenty-seven, exciting."

I was one of those people that got more excited over other people's birthdays than my own.

I didn't mind getting older, but sometimes with age as a woman you begin to feel judged by other people. The older I get the more questions involving my personal life come up and I'm just not about that.

"I suppose, you'll be there soon. Are you excited to turn twenty-seven in April?" I shrugged.

"I guess, I'm doing well with myself. Have a nice place, great job, cute boyfriend, and i-" I stopped when I realized I bad called Harry my boyfriend.

Would he bring it up?

"So I'm your boyfriend now?" He made it to the parking lot and by the looks of it, there weren't many people. "I kinda had a plan to ask you but-"

"No! We are dating and I meant it in a casual way. Please go ahead and ask me with your grand plan." He shook his head laughing at my quick stuttering panic and quickly stepped out of the car and went around to open my door for me.

Personally, I didn't really need to chivalry but I liked it sometimes, and especially with Harry.

*

Once inside, Harry had purposely had his card in hand and held me in a tight embrace so I couldn't pay for anything. I rolled my eyes at his charming 'i'm the man, I pay' attitude, but I knew how much he made and didn't want him to burn a hole in his pocket for me.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek and shook my head. "I'm planning the next date, and you won't be able to pay for any of it." 

"Okay, that's fine. I paid the McDonalds, you paid for the Molly, I paid this time and you get the next date. Perfect. Even." I agreed.

We made it over to the bench and Harry helped me with my skates, making sure to tighten them up nice and tight. I watched him as he kneeled in front of me, his hair perfectly curled and pushed back, the natural brown highlights, shiny and perfect. 

He's so pretty.

His jawline, smooth as can be, connecting to his neck and down to his chest that was slightly exposed to reveal his tattoos. 

I think back to all the tattoos I sat and watched him get. It all made sense now. The way Harry's eyes dilated and how he would bite his lip as they tattooed his ribs, chest, stomach, and arms. The man enjoyed the pain and I hadn't realized until we began having sex.

I loved his tattoos, each one had a story and I was there for a lot of them. I never realized until he was on top of me moaning my name, how hot they looked on him.

This man was like walking sex on a stick, but also a cuddly baby bear you just want to love with all your heart.

"Alright princess, good to go." I thanked him and watched him put on his skates in a flash. He helped me walk out to the ice and smiled when I gripped onto his shirt tightly.

I'm gonna die.

I know Harry's seen me at my worst, but bitch it's still embarrassing as hell if you fall during a date. "Oh, I hate this." I held on to the railing and turned slightly to see Harry skating so effortlessly around me.

"You can do it, the worst thing that will happen is you fall." He shrugged. "Which I won't let happen because daddy has the reflexes of a ninja cat." He raises one leg and makes a ninja noise followed by a meow, licking his hand and pretending to clean himself.

"Okay daddy, then come help me skate." He saluted me getting close and taking a hold of my hands.

His playfulness subsided with a more caring and sweet demeanor as he looked at me. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. "Okay, relax for me. I promise I won't let you fall."

I took a deep breath and let him guide me through the ice, turning his head to make sure not to bump into anyone else as he moved carefully pushing himself against the ice. He was really good at this.

I did fall eventually after he gave me the chance to move on my own. But as soon as I fell, Harry fell with me so I wouldn't feel embarrassed and we both laughed.

We talked about our favorite movies and shows, talking about starting a series together since Harry had never seen stranger things or Grey's anatomy.

It was a really good date.

*

That night we came home, Harry stood with me between the wall that connects our bedrooms and gently kissed my lips, as if it was a goodnight kiss before he left to his place.

"Goodnight baby, sweet dreams." He whispered walking back towards his bedroom.

"Goodnight." I did the same and went into my bedroom taking a deep breath. This is what I had been missing by not dating Harry? What a damn shame, he's amazing.

There was a knock at my bedroom door and I rolled my eyes and walked over to see Harry standing there again. "Hey, so I just came back from this date with this girl." He teased.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Telling my best friend about my date." He laughed with me. "Who else am I supposed to tell?" He walked into my bedroom and laid on my bed.

"No sex Harry," I warned him as I took off my shoes and placed them back in their place.

"You act like I have no self-control Bee, have you forgotten I've been in love with you for years and have been able to keep it in my pants every time we hung out."

My eyes widened and he did about the same as he realized he just admitted he was already in love with me.

He and I are doing this completely in the wrong order.

We became friends, moved in together, had sex, then admitted feelings, claimed we loved each other, and he still hasn't actually asked me to be his girlfriend.

Oh yeah, I spoke after he spoke.

"I love you too." His eyes widened.

"Wait you do?" I nodded.

I've told Harry I love him a bunch of times but never meant it this way. Even when I confessed that I had feelings I said 'I think' and now I know.

"Yes, I love you, and I really want to have sex but I promised myself not to. We are not good at this." He nodded agreeing.

"No we are not, but can I be honest, you really are worth the wait Bonnie." I took a deep breath and went over to lay next to him on the bed. He adjusted himself so he was lying back against the pillows with one arm behind his head and the other arm around me.

"Maybe we can do other stuff," I whispered playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Hmm, like what, baby?" 

I thought about it carefully and something had been scratching at my curiosity for too long and now seemed to be a good time. "You told me you had a dirty mouth, what do you say that's so dirty?" Harry chuckled, biting his lip.

"Well, I guess I can describe a scene to you." I hummed. "Do you remember that night after you worked all day? You came home wearing that pencil skirt and red blouse. Your hair was in a ponytail after a long day. You looked at me with this small smile on your lips, those pretty pink lips; and all I can think about was the way those pretty pink lips would look around my cock." I gulped. "You smiled at me and said our secret code, do you remember, princess?"

"Yes." His voice was like drinking cold water on a hot day. Soothing an ache he created all while talking. The man had talent.

"No one's ever made my cock as hard as you do sweetheart. I pulled it out and watched you pull your shirt off. Your tits practically spilling out of your lace bra- nipples hard. You got on your knees in front of me and what did you whisper to me?" 

I was looking into his eyes, his voice was quiet and deep, the words just seemed to spill out of his mouth. "I said, 'I want you.'"

"That's right, you said 'I want you' and I asked you what exactly you wanted and you said, 'I want your cock.' So I pulled my pants down, and your eyes lit up, I told you to lift your skirt and play with your pussy, and you listened to me, my good girl."

"I'm a good girl," I mumbled, my thighs squeezing together.

It was like listening to a very erotic book read and performed by Harry. I was shaking at this point.

"Yes, you are." He smirked at me. "You took me in your hand and licked up the side of dick, moaning when you wrapped your lips around the head, looking into my eyes like a little slut you like to be with me." I nodded scooting closer to him. "I wrapped your hair in my fist and pushed you down further because I know you like to get treated like a whore and gag on me." 

Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm about to crack.

"You took me so well baby girl, drooling all over my cock and taking me all the way here." His hand gripped my neck tightly and I had just lost all my senses.

"Let me suck your cock." I practically moaned as I sat up and straddled Harry's lap, unbuckling his pants.

"Ah ah ah, I thought we had a rule-"

"Fuck the rule and just fuck me." I pulled off my leggings and tried to tug off Harry's pants again but he shook his head. "Harry, I cracked first, don't make me beg and just give me some dick."

Harry chuckled, clearly hard but more amused that I gave in so easily.

"Nah I'm good, I'm gonna go to bed." He stood up to put his pants on and I was practically dripping in sexual frustration.

But two can play this game.

"Fine, I guess I can just get myself off." I stood up and went to my closet to pull out Mr. Hitachi. Harry gulped as soon as he saw me plug it in and I laid down, pulling off my panties. 

"Holy shit." His voice cracked as on as I turned it on. "Okay fuck, we both crack, let me-"

"No, it's too late." I spread my legs apart, running my finger down my slit.

I can't believe the amount of confidence I felt in front of him, this would never happen with anyone else.

The second the wand touched me I moaned loudly letting it do its magic, moving it in circles around my clit. Harry stood there and pulled out his dick from his pants watching me as he began to touch himself.

"Harry…" I moaned. My walls began to pulse and contract wildly and my legs began to shake. Harry's moans got louder and eventually, I gave in. "Oh please fuck me, please daddy!" 

I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me, letting him slip into me so easily. His pants were around his ankles as he grabbed my legs and spread them wide and pounded into me while I used the vibrator against my clit. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He shivered.

"Oh, God!" He looked down as the pleasure built inside of me over the past few days came crashing down and a gush of liquid pushed out of me onto his stomach. "Fuck you Harry, oh...oh. Ugh!" I gasped, shaking as I threw the damn vibrator away and pulled Harry in to hold me. My orgasm continued to rip through me as I held onto him for dear life.

My vision was white and my limbs turned into jelly. Everything was on fire and sensitive and all I wanted was him to kiss me, hold me, and maybe do that again to me.

"I love you," I whispered against his ear once he came to a halt.

He pulled away and smirked. "Thank God we cracked, baby, I love you more." He moaned with his eyes half-dazed, laying his head on my chest. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

"Me either." We both turned to face the vibrator next to us and then looked back at each other. "Harry, I'd like you to meet someone very important to me. Mr. Hitachi."

"We met briefly before, but he seems cool." We both giggled and laid there for a while, Harry still inside of me, slowly growing hard again. 

"Round two?" I whispered.

"Fuck yeah."

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Hi, I would like to invite you all to Sunday mass with me, and hopefully I don't burst into flames.

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k