I can't help the gasp that leaves my mouth when my eyes fall on his fully hard length. My heart is racing gradually with every passing second. Harry gently moves me to the center of the bed then climbs on top. He hovers above me still maintaining eye contact, almost as if the passion in his eyes wants pour out.

He kisses my neck softly all the way down my chest, going lower to my tummy as his hands knead my breasts. As the kisses go lower, I arch my back and close my eyes, anticipating for the feeling he once gave me. He pushes my legs further apart and finally lays the first kiss on my glistened center. I let out a loud moan as he now masterfully tortures me with his tongue.

"Harry," I moan his name and grab onto his curls. I find myself rocking my hips in the rythym of his movement against my core.

The way he groans against me is driving me to my edge. Pressure is building up as he laps his tongue up and down and in circular motions.

A light scream leaves my lips before he detaches his lips from me. I was almost there and he stopped right before, again.

"Not so fast babe," he smirks and moves up. His lips find their way to mine, sharing the exact taste he has from eating me out.

His erect member rubs against me, sliding against all my wetness. He breaks from our kiss and touches the side of my face, as he looks at me with hooded eyes. My eyes close as I feel my cheeks flush. Passion, pleasure, fear, all engulfing me at the same time.

"Look at me Kitten," Harry husks as he shifts slightly.

"It's you that I want." He says more firmly.

The tip of his length comes into contact with my entrance then he slowly lowers into me. I moan from the pain as he groans from the pleasure. The pinching feeling makes me dig my nails into his back. A soft throaty screams erupts from me as he buries himself into me, completely filling me up.

"Am I hurting you?" He asks worriedly and I simply shake my head no.

"Oh fùck," Harry groans as he picks up slow thrusts.

He lays kisses all over me; my nose, cheeks and lips. I feel tears at the corner of my eyes. Not sure if it's the overwhelming feeling or the fact that I can't believe that Harry and I are sharing this moment.

The extremely tight pinching feeling is getting better with every stroke and our moans are growing together. Harry closes his eyes tightly and clenches his jaw.

"Harry..." The massaging against my walls has me moaning and calling his name over and over again as he continues to pick up a quicker pace. His hands rest against my hips as he thrusts deeper into me.

I wrap my legs around his torso as the pressure in me becomes increasingly overwhelming.

"Fùck babe. You feel so good." He groans as he begins to thrust harder and harder.

"Fùck! Oh fùck Harry!" I scream when he puts his hands under my butt, pulling me closer to him as he goes deeper. He hits a spot that drives me over the edge. And I'm ready to explode.

My whole body stiffens then relaxes gradually as I release myself. I feel myself tighten more around him.

Harry thrusts all the way deeper into me with a loud moan, pulsating as he comes undone. He relaxes against me placing kisses on my jaw then on my lips. Hot and wild breaths fan my neck.

He slowly pulls out of me leaving me feeling empty. I let out shaky breaths as my eyes remain closed. I am lost in all the passion and pleasure. I am in heaven.

The sound of soft purrs assures me that Harry is now asleep. His arms are draped over me as I lay in arms. I let myself get lost in this moment. Our moment.

***
I turn away from the annoying rays penetrating through the blinds. As my arm falls on this other side of the bed, I realise that it's empty. Opening my eyes, I find that Harry isn't there.

I slowly sit up wanting to figure out where he could have gone. And especially after last night. The worry inside starts to fade away as I see him walking through the door with a tray of breakfast in his hands.

"Good morning beautiful," Harry greets in a sing-song voice. Evidently a huge sigh of relief is heard from me and he gives me a puzzled look. He is only in his grey sweatpants, leaving his upper body adorned by perfect tattoos.

"I thought you'd left," I confess shyly.

He makes his way to me and climbs on the bed after setting the tray between us. He pecks my lips softly then kisses my forehead.

"I wouldn't," he whispers and kisses my hair.

I sit up and pull the bed sheet with me trying my best to cover up. For some reason it kinda feels chilly this morning.

"You do realise that I've already seen you naked right?" Harry jokes and I playfully hit him on the head. "Severally if I should add." He laughs.

"And I've seen you naked too dummy." I stick my tongue out and before I know it, Harry is shoving a piece of pancake into my mouth.

"This is delicious," I moan with my eyes closed.

"Thank you," he replies shyly.

"Wait you made these?" I'm actually very surprised right now.

"Yeah. And I like them with roasted berries. I hope you like them too." He smiles sheepishly.

"I do," I honestly love the pancakes. But what I love most about this moment is the gesture. The fact that Harry has done something that he'd never done before for me.

After breakfast, Harry throws me a T-shirt and asks me to follow him. He says he has something to show me. As I move to climb down the bed, I wince at the slight soreness between my legs but I press my thighs together trying to suppress it.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks with a lot of concern.

"Yeah. It's - it's just a bit of soreness that's all." I reply with my head down, trying to hide behind my hair.

"Hey, hey look at me," Harry tilts my head to have me look at him.

"Are you sure?" He cups my cheeks.

"Yes I'll be alright. It's nothing babe." I assure him and press my lips against his. Though I'm not sure how long it's gonna be sore but I hope it won't be for long.

With my hand in his, we walk out of the room to the balcony. Harry leads me towards custom made steps on the balcony that lead to the roof. I'm a little scared of climbing but I do trust so I go ahead. He climbs right behind me and supports me until I get to the top.

I move carefully once I get to the roof in order to make room for him to climb up. We sit side by side with his arm wrapped around me and my head on his shoulder.

"Wow!" I exclaim immediately my eyes see what he wanted me to see.

The sunrise is so beautiful as the sun appears to be coming out of the water. The rays reflecting on the water give the illusion that one could actually walk on water.The waves going towards the shore and the strong breeze are so calming.

"This is perfect Harry." I say softly.

"It's so calming." He replies pulling me closer to himself.

We sit there silently just watching the sun rise slowly. And all I could think of is how different things are right now. How much I don't want to lose this. To lose him. The usual guilt settles in my chest. This time, a bit heavier than I can take. I should tell him everything.

"I need-" we both speak at the same. time.

"You go first," we speak again in unison then laugh.

"I'll go first," Harry finally decides. He takes a huge breath then let's it out slowly before beginning.

"I loved her." He starts. I swallow hard. "Freya. I loved her. But it got complicated. Well because she was involved with another man." He pauses.

"She was connected to Julian, Nathaniel and I. And she knew a lot of things." Harry clenches his jaw. And I realise that this is hard for him to talk about. All I can do is rub his back soothingly.

*Flashback*

The glass in my hand shakes as I almost spill it's content. My other hand holds one of the photos that I received anonymously. I still can't believe what I'm seeing. It's making me sick to my stomach.

Just then the door opens and I know she's here. Because this is where we always meet.

"Harry?" She calls but I keep my head down. Still looking at the picture.

"There's something I need to tell you." Freya starts.

"Yeah? Something like...like how you're fûcking Nate?" I spit bitterly then wash down those words with the whiskey in my hand.

I look at her and wait for her to deny it. She doesn't.

"I- I can explain Harry." She stutters.

"Explain? There is nothing to fûcking explain!" I yell and toss the glass across the room. She flinches but still keeps approaching me slowly.

"Yes there is an explanation. I admit that I have been seeing him. I was seeing him long before we even met. But I broke it off with him. I swear Harry you have to believe me."

"Get the fùck out!" I yell. She grabs and holds on to me while crying and begging me to listen to her.

"I know I should have broken up with him when I got involved with you. But all that wasn't for nothing. Because I found out something important and you need to hear it!"

"I don't fùcking care! Get the hell out you fûcking whore!"

Freya suddenly grabs her head and looks like she's a bit out of balance.

"Harry. Harry I- I don't feel so good." She claims.

"I'm done with you and your stupid games. I'm not falling for this. Get out now!" I hold her by her arm and drag her across the room and out into the hallway. She cries and bangs on the door for a while before leaving.

*end of flashback*

At this point I am very confused. Nate's version of the story doesn't sound anything like Harry's. And I am dying for Harry to get to the end.

"I kept thinking about what she said. That there was something important she needed to tell me. So I grabbed my keys and ran out to go after her. I assume that she's at her place so I drive to that direction. I find several cop cars and an ambulance that are blocking the way." Harry's voice cracks and I watch him shed actual tears.

"It's okay babe. You don't have to continue." I try to stop him but he shakes his head no.

"It was at the bridge. And the guard rail was broken. I got out of the car to try and find out what happened. And how I could get past all the commotion. Because I urgently needed to see Freya."

"I approached one officer and asked him about the accident. He said that a red car, driven by a blonde lady was just ran off the bridge by an unknown vehicle that didn't even stop."

"I remember just screaming and officers holding me back as I tried to run towards the edge where she'd driven through. And in that moment I knew that I had lost her. And it was all my fault."

Harry sobs silently as I feel his body tremble against mine. I am honestly confused and dumbfounded. I have so many questions that Harry won't be able to answer. It's not the right time anyway. I debate on whether to tell him the truth about Nate.

Seeing him in this state convinces me that it's not the right time to tell him. I can't afford to hurt him more than this.

"I'm so sorry Harry," My eyes well up and I hold on to him even tighter.

"Let's go home." He whispers against my hair.

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