"If a shark and a bear had a fight, which do you think would win?" Harry asked.

I rolled my head to the side. He was laid sprawled out on the prickly grass beside me, our arms touching. I couldn't help but laugh as he seriously pondered the question.

"You're joking, right?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No." He shook his head. "I've been wondering about it for a while."

I looked back up to the sky, the light rapidly fading. Harry was such a dork sometimes. But then I couldn't really talk. I was the weird girl, skateboard always under arm, long dark hair and small silver nose ring. Harry and I had bonded over our love of superheroes among other things. I trusted him with everything. He was my best friend.

"It depends if they're on land or in water." I replied.

He was silent. I turned my head once again to find Harry intently staring at me. His curly hair lay messily over his head. Thick, dark-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, covering his green eyes. I never understood why girls hadn't noticed him before, he was adorable.

"Hmm, I never thought about that."

I rolled my eyes, giggling. The noise was cut short by Harry grabbing my hand.

"D-did you see that?" He gushed.

"What?" I urgently replied.

"The shooting star. Did you see it?"

His eyes darted round, scanning the sky. My body released a sigh.

"I missed it." I huffed.

His focus landed back on me.

"Don't worry. Maybe there'll be another one." He smiled.

His dimples popped in his cheeks as he squeezed my hand. My vision drifted down to where we were touching. Tingling rushed through my body. It was a reaction I had noticed becoming more frequent around him. Harry glanced from my flushed face down to where my focus was fixed on. He was never very quick, it took him a good few seconds to realise we were still holding hands.

"S-sorry." He mumbled before withdrawing his warm touch.

The conversation discussing the Avengers Assemble film easily flowed after that. Our eyes still fixed on the sky in an attempt to see another flashing light. But we were interrupted, the comfort of our own little world quickly disappearing.

"Chester!" I heard my brother, Toby, shout my name.

Harry and I knew exactly what was coming. There was no time to escape. The cold water from the sprinklers shot out over the grass. It seemed to be something of a routine now. Every time we decided to spend time in the garden, my immature, older brother would turn the sprinklers on. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the inevitable splash of cold water on my skin, but it didn't happen. My eyes fluttered open to find Harry hovering over me; his body protectively shielding me from the wet attack of the irrigation.

"I.." My voice faltered, not quite knowing what to say.

He winced slightly when the freezing water splashed over his back, soaking through his shirt and top. I smiled up at him, my thumbs wiping over the lenses in his glasses, attempting to rid them of the water droplets. He stayed above me; his arms placed either side of my head supporting his weight as he grinned. Dark curls flopped down round his face, small droplets of water falling from the ends, splashing onto my skin.

I turned my head upon hearing laughing. My brother could be such an arse at times.

"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow morning!" He shouted. "Have fun with your weird little friend."

Harry huffed at his mention, rolling his green eyes.

"He does know I'm taller than him, right?"

I laughed, Harry more concerned with my brother calling him "little" rather than taking notice of the "weird" comment. The water continued to spray as I heard the backdoor slam; footsteps jogging to a waiting car. My eyes widened.

"Shoot, I don't have any keys." I urgently spoke.

"Shit."

Harry hastily climbed off me, hauling me to my feet. There was no point in trying to avoid the sprinklers now, our clothes quickly saturating as we sprinted across the grass. Our breathing was heavy as we reached the road at the front of the house, just in time to see the car turn round the corner. My mouth hung open as we listened to it speed away.

"He locked us out." I spoke unbelievingly.

I had no idea what we were going to do. Harry's house was a car-ride away. Our phones up in my bedroom.

"Your brother's an idiot." Harry grumbled.

I shook my head at his obvious comment. Our clothes were dripping, making puddles on the pavement. Harry's curls lay slightly flatter across his forehead with the weight of water. My long hair stuck uncomfortably to my back and arms.

"Come on." I flicked my head to the path down the side of the house to the back garden.

I turned the sprinkler tap off before walking over to Harry. We stood looking up at the back of my house, silently trying to figure out the situation.

"We could always.." I looked up to Harry. "No, that wouldn't work." He concluded to himself.

The air around us began to get cooler sending shivers through my cold body. After a few more minutes I saw something click in Harry's head. His cheeky grin indicated I wasn't going to like this idea. His eyes flicked from the tiny open window of the downstairs toilet, back to me.

"Oh, no no no." I started to back away.

***

We stood by the window looking up. The opening was just about within Harry's tall reach when he stood on his tiptoes.

"Nut, come on. You're the only one out of the two of us that will fit. And even if I could, you wouldn't be able to lift me up."

Harry had affectionately nicknamed me, Nut. He had said my name reminded him of a chestnut, that and my love of Nutella.

I huffed crossing my arms over my chest. He looked expectantly at me, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"Fine. But know that I don't like this idea."

Harry grinned at me before bending down. He took my hand in his, tugging me towards him.

"Come on."

I climbed onto his shoulders, his large hands gripped my thighs, steadying me before standing up. The movement caught me slightly off guard, nearly falling from my place on Harry. My body flushed with heat, heart pumping as my palms pressed flat to the glass.

"Watch it, Haz." I scolded.

"Sorry. I got ya." He reassured me.

I gulped before gripping hold of the window, prying it open. I peered in, my cat staring up at me from the hallway. She tilted her head to the side, almost mockingly.

"Fuzz, go and open the door for us." I instructed the feline.

She just sat there. Well, it was worth a shot. My arms pulled myself up, my head and shoulders fitting through the narrow gap.

"If only you could talk..and had opposable thumbs." I laughed to myself as I had a one sided conversation with my cat.

"Who are you talking to?" Harry quizzed, his fingers pressing into the wet jeans covering my thighs.

"No-one. Now help me."

I felt his hands move round to my bum, pushing me up further.

"Oi! Hands, Styles!" I flinched.

"Sorry, sorry." He laughed.

I now wasn't supported by Harry. My body wriggled into the gap more, my torso fully in. My eyes widened and I prayed this wasn't happening, but it was. I got in as far as my bum before getting stuck. I huffed as I heard Harry's deep laugh, knowing he had a very nice view of my backside.

"Maybe you shouldn't have had that last cookie." He joked from outside.

"Shut it!" I bit back. "And anyway, I won that cookie. You suck at arm wrestling contests."

It gave me a little satisfaction, knowing he was probably frowning, kicking at the ground with his converse in aggravation.

"I let you win." He retaliated.

"Whatever you say, Curly."

I managed to squeeze through the tiny window. Knocking over bottles placed on the counter as I "gracefully" tumbled to the floor. I rubbed my elbow, knowing full well a dark bruise would probably appear shortly.

"Thanks for the help, Fuzz." I told her as I passed the cat walking to the backdoor.

I unlocked it to find Harry grinning at me, displaying his dimples and crazy, curly hair.

"It worked." He told me, smugly.

I rolled my eyes before stepping to the side, letting him pass and locking the door behind him.

"Remind me to always have a spare key. I'm not doing that again." I mumbled.

He laughed at me, kicking off his converse. I did the same, strolling into the hallway. I found Fuzz winding in and out of Harry's legs, purring. She had always had a thing for him, clearly more fond of him than she was of me; something I found annoying. Not that I would ever tell Harry that. He bent down scratching her behind her ears as he smiled. His head darted in my direction as I cleared my throat.

"I don't want to break up whatever you two have going on here." I gestured to Harry and the purring cat. "But I would quite like to change into some dry clothes."

He chuckled leading the way up the stairs. Fuzz followed, lovingly after him, leaving me at the back to trail after them. Once we reached my room, Harry walked over to my chest of drawers, rooting around for the clothes he kept at my house. My eyebrows furrowed when he tensed; I made my way over to him.

"Umm, I..." Harry struggled.

Pink flushed my cheeks as I saw what he held in his right hand. I practically lunged at him, grabbing the black, lace bra in his grasp.

"I..I'll take that." I gushed.

I shoved the underwear to the back of a drawer lower down. My fingers gripped the t shirt and grey joggers Harry was looking for, thrusting them upon him. He backed away slightly, placing the clothes on my bed; his long fingers unbuttoning his plaid shirt. I turned picking out a similar outfit to change into.

When I glanced round Harry's shirt was on the floor. He removed his glasses before hauling his wet, white t shirt over his head, offering a nice view of the black star inked on his skin. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him. He was beautiful. Harry picked up his glasses again, cleaning them on the dry top I had just handed him. He continued to wipe the lenses as I took in his tanned torso. The skin looked smooth, subtle lines gracing his stomach, a v-shape on his hips. I had seen him shirtless before, but something was different now. Why hadn't I noticed how much broader his shoulders had gotten, I was sitting on them a matter of minutes ago. I watched as his strong chest gently rose and fell before he shifted on his feet, snapping me out of my daydream.

His glasses were placed back on his nose as he stared at me.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, shaking my head.

But my feet stayed planted to the spot as he hesitantly walked over to me. I jumped, he stumbled slightly, an aggravated "meow" coming from the floor as he clumsily tripped over Fuzz. A giggle escaped my lips as I watched the cat grumpily strut out of the room. When I raised my head Harry was closer. I had to look up, his height looming over me.

I gasped, Harry's cold fingers playing with the tips of mine. My breath hitched in my throat as he slowly leaned down, stopping every now and then, not sure if he should continue. His nose cautiously grazed mine, almost testing if I would pull away. I didn't. My eyes fell closed as I felt his warm breath wash over me. Eyelashes fluttered, Harry closing the small distance, brushing his soft lips over mine for a second. He nervously pulled away.

The feeling tingled on my mouth as I observed Harry's pink tongue slip out and run over his plump lips.

"I.." Harry began quietly.

I stopped him, raising my hand before catching hold of his shoulder, wanting more. My feet went on tiptoes leaning up to his face. I pressed my lips to his before I could chicken out. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, frantically flapping round inside of me. My fingers slid into his damp curls, urging him closer.

We pulled away breathless. Harry took his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"You taste like strawberries." He observed.

I smiled up at him, a gesture which he mirrored. My eyes fell down to his torso. He jumped slightly when my cold fingers felt down his stomach. The muscles were hard under my touch.

"When did you start working out?" I curiously asked.

I continued my exploration over his skin as he spoke.

"The guys have got me lifting heavier things at work on Saturday. I don't really work out."

"You look like freakin', Thor." I commented, making Harry deeply laugh.

It was bit of an exaggeration but he had definitely toned up. I smiled to myself as I traced one of his extra nipples, a feature that had always made him a bit different. He wiggled away slightly.

"That tickles." He chuckled.

The laughing faded as I let my fingers run down the v lines on his hips. Harry tensed as I stopped at the band of his boxers which were peeking out the top of his jeans. My focus locked with his. Harry's eyes widened slightly as I hesitantly gripped the bottom of my top, tugging the wet material over my head. I stood in front of him, dropping the soggy clothing to the floor.

I watched as his eyes grazed down to my chest, which was moving quickly. I could tell he didn't know what to do, so I helped. My hand gripped his larger one, raising it up to my chest. It was placed over my left breast, my hand over his as I silently instructed him to squeeze. My touched dropped away, leaving him to carry on. But when a whimper escaped my parted lips, his hand darted away.

"Please." I whispered.

He hesitantly resumed his position. Long fingers tracing the outline of my purple bra before his large hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently. I felt my nipples harden under his touch. We were curious of each other's bodies. My back ached into him as my fingers clumsily struggled with his belt. Harry suddenly backed away.

"Chester." He used my full name. "Do you actually want to do this?" He asked.

I nodded. My mind instantly jumbled. Oh gosh, he didn't. I felt silly, he didn't want to have sex with me.

"W-why? Don't you?" I blushed.

"What, no. O-oh god, of course I do." He stuttered. "I just wanted to make sure." His cheeks tinged with pink as he looked down at his feet. "But I don't have anything." He spoke quietly.

"Stay here."

I rushed to my brother's room, yanking open the top drawer of his bedside table. My face screwed up in disgust at the varieties of condoms he had. He was the guy all his friends went to if they ever needed protection. There were all different colours, a range of different textures, lubricants and sizes. My cheeks blushed slightly, I had no idea what "size" Harry was. To save embarrassment I just grabbed a handful of packets and walked back to my room. I found Harry nervously sitting on the end of my bed. His eyes fell down to what I held in my hands.

"I didn't know which one." I admitted.

He took his bottom lip between his teeth, breathing picking up. I cupped my hands in front of me for Harry to have a better look. His fingers rummaged before selecting a purple one. My lips curved up in a smile, his cheeks blushing just a badly as mine. I dumped the rest on my desk.

Harry had placed the shiny packet to the side; he now stood at the end of the bed, waiting for me. He gave me a small smile as I walked closer. His hands resting on my hips as he pulled me into him. My knees felt weak as Harry leaned in, his warm lips softly kissing over my neck. He nudged my head to the side, attempting to gain more access. His body tensed when my fingers resumed what I had started a short time before. Harry's belt buckle was released, my fingers and thumb fumbling to pop the button and drag the zip down.

My mouth fell open as Harry sucked on my shoulder in an attempt to muffle his low moan. My hands accidently grazed his crotch as I tried to tug his wet jeans from his hips. He helped me, before stepping out of them. Harry immediately went to my jeans which soon joined his on the floor.

We stood looking at each other. The two of us had seen each other in swimming trunks and bikini before, but this was different. We intended to take one another's clothes off, leaving us completely bare for the first time. I couldn't help but glance down to the area I had accidently touched earlier. Harry's boxers clung to his lower half.

He made the first move, decreasing the space between us. Soft lips came down more forcefully to mine as I felt Harry's warm touch run up my back. I gasped when his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra. His nervousness was clear as he struggled to release it. My hands quickly cupped my breasts over my bra, not ready to reveal myself yet. The straps fell down my arms but I still held the material to my chest. I knew Harry could sense my fear.

"Nut, it's only me." He whispered.

His long fingers gently gripped my wrists, pulling my hands away from my body. My bra fell to the floor but Harry's eyes stayed locked on my face. He leaned down pressing light kisses to my cheeks. My body jumped involuntarily as large, warm hands cupped my breasts. My head rolled back as Harry rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the taut nipples.

I watched as he withdrew one of his hands, eyes locking with mine before falling to my chest.

"C-Can I..."

My fingers went up to tangle in his hair as he lowered his head. Trembling breath forced out of my parted lips as Harry's warm mouth nervously came into contact with my breast. Small kisses were left on the pale skin before his lips touched my nipple. He tilted his head up slightly to see my reaction. My fingers tightened in his hair as I tried to encourage him. I gasped as Harry's tongue swept over the sensitive peak before he took it between his lips, gently sucking. The pleasure rolled through my body with his touch.

"Harry." His name left my mouth in a breathy whisper.

He pulled back, watching as I slowly brought my hand down to his crotch. Harry's eyes fluttered shut behind his glasses as my fingers lightly brushed over the fabric. I applied a little more pressure, rubbing my palm against his boxers. A strained moan fell from his lips, my hand squeezing him. My only guide was Harry's reactions. The pleasured sounds he made helped me in my actions, my fingers repeating them if my touch resulted in a positive response. He gradually hardened with my movements, the fabric of his boxers desperately straining against his erection.

I gasped when his hands caught my wrists. Harry's breathing was heavy, forcing out hot puffs of air. My hands gripped his shoulders, leaning up so I could kiss him. He smiled, lips touching mine as he slowly walked me back to the bed. Harry clumsily toppled into me as my knees hit the end of the mattress, both of us falling back to the duvet. His body rested in between my bent legs. I giggled tapping the end of his nose with my index causing him to chuckle. The laughing faded, our eyes locking. My now damp hair fanned around me. I felt Harry's warm hands skim down my sides before stopping at my underwear.

He pressed a lingering kiss to my mouth as his fingers wiggled into the front of my knickers. My head rolled to the side, my hips shifting as Harry gently touched over me. When my focus came back to him I found him staring at me. His eyes wide as he observed my reaction. I watched his lips part as he felt how wet I was.

"Are we really going to do this?" He whispered.

"I want you to be my first... Do you want me?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." He nodded, a smile forming on his face.

I raised my hips slightly, allowing Harry to smoothly pull my underwear down my legs. My cheeks tingled with heat as I lay bare before him. His eyes lovingly scanned over my body, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Oh my God."

I smiled as he kissed up my neck, but my fingers soon looped into the band of his boxers. Harry pulled back. His green orbs locking with mine as I eased the material from his hips. He pushed them the rest of the way down before I took in his naked body. He was beautiful. Harry smiled as I traced the black star tattoo he had inked at the top inside of his left arm. My vision wandered down his lightly toned torso, eyes widening slightly as I took in his large size.

I lay under Harry for the second time this evening. However, we were wearing considerably less clothing now compared to in the garden. My breathing picked up as he leaned over me to retrieve the packet he had placed on the side. His teeth ripped at the metallic. I started to panic a little as I realised just how big he was. His fingers rolling the rubber down his hard length.

When his eyes met mine again I knew he could tell I was frightened.

"I'll be gentle." He whispered. "We'll go slow. If it hurts tell me and we'll stop."

I lightly nodded in understanding. He smiled, his vision focusing on my wrist. His fingers fiddled with the bracelet he had made me all those years ago. He had laughed at me, saying I would wear it for a couple of days and then lose it. I hadn't taken is off since that day. I caught hold of his chin, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss a silent signal, giving him permission.

His hand fell between us, but I kept my focus on his face. Harry's green orbs flicked from my eyes to where he was carefully guiding himself to my entrance. I tensed when I felt his tip against me.

"Shh." He lips pouted softly. "Please, try and relax."

My eyelashes fluttered when I felt his mouth leave a hot trail of kisses along my collarbones in an attempt to calm me down.

"H-Harry."

His fingers brushed some of my hair from my eyes. I could tell he was nervous as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth. This was both of our first time at anything like this. I could never express how much happiness it brought me that Harry would be my first.

I knew he didn't need his glasses at close range. Our proximity intimate enough for him to see me without them. Harry intently watched as I reached up and took them off of his nose, folding the arms in.

"You have beautiful eyes." I whispered.

He looked adorable with glasses, but I had never really noticed how long his eyelashes actually were without the lenses. Harry smiled as I ran my index finger over the soft lashes. The glasses were placed on the bedside table. He rubbed his nose against mine, making me smile. Harry touched his forehead to my own before kissing my lips. We both panted, our chests touching as Harry rested his weight on his forearms. He squeezed my hand as the other one attempted the actions again. My toes curled, feeling his tip brush over me. Nudging it in slightly made me gasp. I couldn't help but hold my breath as Harry continued, my hand pressing to his waist.

"You ok?" He anxiously asked.

I didn't trust my voice so instead I gave him a small nod. Harry's plump lips pressed soft kisses randomly over my face. I smiled at him when he pulled back, which he reciprocated in a cheeky grin.

"Do you want me to carry on?"

"Mmm."

It felt uncomfortable as he slowly filled me with his length. My eyes squeezed shut at the new sensation, my heels pressing into the mattress. I could feel Harry's shaky breath as he slid in, obviously like nothing he had ever felt before. My warmth, tightly surrounding him.

"Oh god." He lowly moaned.

I couldn't respond as Harry attempted to kiss me, so he moved to leave a wet trail along my jaw and down my neck. My breathing became irregular at the attention he was giving to my collar bones.

"H-Harry." I stuttered quietly.

He instantly came back up to my face. I squeezed his hand slightly and he smiled. His nose once again rubbing against mine. My free hand travelled up pushing some of his curls from his forehead, only to have them flop back down. I giggled as Harry intently watched me. My fingers traced the shape of his side, before landing on his hip. Pressing my tips into the warm skin, silently giving him permission to move.

He kissed the end of my nose before gradually pulling out and gently rocking back in. The pace was slow and irregular. His eyes didn't leave my face as he watched my reaction, hesitant of hurting me. Harry rested his forehead on mine as whimpers escaped my mouth.

"Are you ok?" He whispered.

I hummed in response but it was sharply cut off when he pushed in a little deeper. My eyes squeezed closed, wincing as my head rolled to the side on the pillow.

"Chester."

Harry stopped the movement of his hips. His face went to the crook of my neck as he attempted to nudge my head back again. I felt his nose brush against my cheek. His actions reminding me of a puppy wanting attention. I complied, with my eyes still shut.

"Open your eyes, Beautiful."

My heart fluttered at Harry's words as he slowly came back into focus.

"Please." I whispered.

He began to slowly move his hips again. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face. I had always thought he was cute, but sharing an experience like this with him made me see him in a new light. My hand reached up and rested on the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the small curls at the nape. A smile spread across his face when I spoke.

"Kiss me." I quietly urged.

His moans were muffled against my lips as he gently thrust in and out. He was careful not to go too hard this time. A short time later the pleasure started to take over, easing the uncomfortable feeling of having Harry inside me. His eyes clamped shut as I bravely brought my hips up to meet his. A deep throaty groan was released as he ceased his action on my lips. I kissed the corner of his mouth, moving to his cheek then his tense jaw.

"H-Harry."

His breath came out in short, hot puffs as he stared down at me. I smiled at his dishevelled curls flopping over his forehead. Harry's plump lips shiny with our kissing. Pink tinted his cheeks as the temperature around us seemed to increase.

"You feel so good." He mumbled.

His confidence grew and I gasped as he caught hold of the back of my knee. Harry brought it up to rest on his hip as he pushed into me again. The new angle caused me to whimper. My fingers fisted tightly into his curls at the pleasurable sensation.

I desperately tried to pull Harry closer, wanting to feel him against me. Our clammy skin pressing together as we breathed heavily. My lips found his, muffling the soft sounds escaping my mouth. Harry's hips continued to rock back and forth as small droplets of sweat trickled down his neck.

"I'm nearly there." His raspy voice strained.

"Touch me, please." I quietly begged.

Harry complied, his fingers rubbing circles over the spot just above where we connected. An intense feeling washed through, waves of pleasure commandeering my body as I struggled for breath. Harry's eyes never left my face, observing in awe as his name repeatedly fell from my swollen lips. My body was still tingling as I watched him topple over the edge. His plump lips parted, broken gasps tumbling out as he reached his peak. I felt his warmth release into the condom, the movement of his hips becoming irregular.

My arms wrapped round Harry's neck, pulling him down slightly for a kiss. I giggled as our noses bumped before he tilted his head the other way, deeply laughing. Our lips met, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. I watched his tongue slip out, taking my taste in before grinning at me.

He rolled off me, lying sprawled out on my sheets, exhausted. Harry's long fingers fumbled to remove the used condom and throw in in the bin to the side of the bed under my desk. Our chests rose up and down quickly, the air being drawn in unable to satisfy our needs. His head turned towards me.

"Did I hurt you?"

I smiled at his worried tone. My head shook, still regaining my breath. He stared at me, an adorable grin forming on his face, dimples deeply indented in his cheeks. His pretty green eyes watched as I crawled over to him.

"That was amazing." He sighed.

I wrapped my arm round his waist, resting my head on his chest.

"W-Was it alright for you? Did it feel good?" Harry anxiously asked.

"Yes." I laughed.

I felt him relax a little as I squeezed his bicep. His fingers softly trailed down my back, rubbing small circles into the skin.

***

I couldn't help but shyly smile as I glanced at Harry every so often. We were up out of bed, searching for our clothes round the room. He gave me a cheeky grin as he stumbled slightly tugging his joggers up over his boxers. I giggled pulling his dry t shirt over my head. The hem fell about mid-thigh covering my knickers. My fingers grasped some long socks from my drawer, hopping up and down pulling them on. I wriggled my toes before looking up just in time to see Harry pick up his glasses and place them on his nose.

My feet padded across the carpet to my cushioned window seat, Harry following behind me. It one of my favourite places to sit, whether it be to read a book or to just look out onto the garden and the vast expanse of trees beyond it. We sat facing each other, drawing our knees up to our chests. Harry tugged the stiff window up, allowing the cool breeze to flow into the room. Green orbs intently watched as my hair fluttered around me. I smiled, my foot playfully nudging his. His deep dimples indented into his cheeks as he laughed.

The sky was dark except for the bright moon and glittering stars. It amazed me at how pretty the twinkling lights were, so far away but still shining. A comfortable silence fell between us as we stared out the window. My eyes widened in astonishment as a flash of light crossed the black sky. I gasped, my hand reaching to grip Harry's larger one.

"I saw it, the shooting star." I gushed.

He grinned at me.

"Did you make a wish?"

I sat up, my hands resting on his knees as he stared at me.

"I already got my wish."

Harry parted his legs slightly, allowing me closer to his body. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

"You." I whispered.

I crinkled my nose as I rubbed it against Harry's. Our lips met, my body falling into his as he held me close. I pecked his lips twice as we pulled apart. My body wiggled round and I sat between Harry's legs. His fingertips traced patterns on my bare thigh as he rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled upon feeling his soft curls against my cheek.

"I can't even begin to explain how happy I am right now." I whispered.

"Ditto."