Harry is staring at me through the glass, which in behind him, the sun is starting to set, casting the world around him a bright pink. He's shaking his head, and I can tell he is slightly laughing as I watch his shoulders move up and down, probably in his glory witnessing my laptop go flying across my bed. My heart is pounding as I move my laptop to the nightstand, not only because he scared me, but because he is sitting on the roof outside my window, and I'm suddenly wishing I had more clothes on.

His eyes move up and down my body raising an eyebrow, from outside the window as I walk over to it, seeing that I'm just wearing my usual loose tank and underwear. Living in my bedroom with the door locked, pretty much under the comfort of my blankets all day, this choice of attire is always my go-to. Except now I think that's going to have to change, if he's planning on showing up here unannounced.

I pull the window up and cross my arms. "What happened to not wanting to be the creep who just shows up at my window?" I ask. It comes out sounding like I'm annoyed, rather than nervous, and I'm not sure which tone would have been better now that the words are out.

"Changed my mind," he simply says, leaning in. "It was worth it to see you throw your laptop! Can I come in?"

I stare at him, leaning his upper half on the window sill. He surely does have a lot of nerve just showing up here without warning, thinking I'll just invite him in. He confuses me to no end. He surely has some questions coming his way, because I need answers. I need to get inside of his head and understand where this is coming from. You have sex with a guy one time and unexplainable things start to happen.

Who the fuck knew?

"Yeah, um—sure," I answer, watching a smile form on his face. "But I'm asking some questions, and if you don't have answers, you're going right back out that window."

He climbs through the window, takes off his coat, and places it on the back of my desk chair. It makes me believe that he's willing to answer whatever questions I might have, considering he's making himself at home, as he sits down on the chair in front of me. "Ask away."

"Why did you come here?" I ask, closing the window and turning back around to look at him.

"I want to get to know you?"

"Wrong."

The way he looks at me, I can tell his mind is going. I know that he doesn't want to get to know me. He said it was better that he knows nothing about me, which is for some reason, what made me kiss him the second time around in the broom closet the other day at school.

Without another word, he stands from the chair and walks over to me. His eyes are set on mine, as if looking into my soul, etching every inch of my vulnerability into his mind. I can sense that I was wrong. He isn't going to answer my questions. And for some reason, the second his lips touch mine and I listen to him breathe in a long breath, I can't seem to remember any of the questions I wanted to ask.

He pushes me back into the window with his body, pinning me to it. The cold glass making goosebumps rise on my skin. The world around me dissipates as he grinds his hips into mine, instantly awakening my insides. The cold from the window and the heat from his body, blend together, stimulating every one of my senses starting from the inside out. The tips of his fingers run down my bare arms slowly. The forcefulness of his kiss, and his slow movements ignites fires in me, overwhelming me. So tempting and breathtaking he is, I'm lost in a state of bliss I never could have imagined existed.

I suck in a deep breath as he grinds himself into me once more, allowing for him to kiss me deeper. In one swift motion, his hands are on the back of my thighs, lifting me up, pressing me harder against the window. I feel myself losing any sense of control, thoughts swirling around in my head, everything incoherent, as I wrap my legs tightly around him.

When his lips part from mine to latch onto my neck, he pushes harder into me, squeezing my bum in the process. A moan escapes my mouth and I can feel him slightly smirk against my skin. The smirk I distinctively remember hating so much.

"Why did you come here?" I manage to get out, between breaths.

He stops what he's doing. I can feel his breath fan across my neck as he breathes out a long sigh, before he moves his face to look at me. "Why so many questions?" he asks, looking down at my lips. His eyes meet mine for a brief second, before he gives me a small gentle kiss to the side of my mouth, making me unable to think straight. I want to answer him. I want to tell him I just want to understand why this is happening, but no words are able to come out, as his one small kiss turns into a few more. "I wanted—to kiss you—again," he answers between pecks, without waiting for me to answer him. "I thought I made that quite obvious!"

He grips onto my bum tighter and whisks me around, making me hold around his neck tighter, afraid that I might fall. He lets out a breathy laugh as he carries me across the room and smoothly lays me down on my bed, laying his body over top of mine. As he adjusts himself to prop himself up on his elbows, our eyes lock. The twinkle lights I have hanging around my bed, cast a light on him that only makes his features more sharp. More captivating and mysterious. His eyes look darker and his lips fuller. No one has ever looked more desirable.

His breath fans across my face as he swipes the hair from my face. His eyes flick back and forth between mine and I'm instantly lost. "Why me?" I whisper.

"Because I know nothing about you," he whispers back, slowly. "You intrigue me."

I can feel my body start to take over, fighting with my heart and my mind. I know what's about to happen. I know distinctly why he came over here, and it wasn't just to kiss me. I can tell by the lustful look in his eyes as he looks into mine, that he came over here to have me. My body telling me that I'm okay with that. More than okay. I need to not listen to the thoughts running wild through my mind, because it knows that this boy laying on top of me, staring at me the way he is, knowing I don't know a thing about him, somehow, someway, he will break my heart in the end.

And so I decide, as my body wins this intense battle, that no matter what, my heart will not be in it. There will be no feeling anything. There will be no way of getting hurt. It will just be me and him, our bodies intertwined, giving each other what we need. I don't know what he needs, but I know already that he is a good escape. A way to forget about the world around me, and maybe, just maybe, I can use that to my advantage. 

And so, giving up on my heart, letting it go and allowing myself to forget the world around me, I crash my lips to his forcefully, showing him that knowing nothing about each other is how I want this to be. I just want him. This unexpected experience with him could be exactly what I've always needed. Even if it isn't, I'm going to take it for all it's worth. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. Never have I been kissed the way he kisses me, and from what I remember from the night we were drunk, no one has ever made me feel as good as he does.

And I am about to relive that.

I start to sit myself up, our lips not parting as he pushes himself up off of me. When he stands, I watch as he pulls his shirt off with one hand as I undo the button of his jeans. He moves closer to the edge of the bed to stand between my legs, running his hands through my hair as my mouth makes its way to the skin just above the waistline of his boxers, kissing his stomach as I try to pull down his unusually tight pants.

I start to laugh in embarrassment, realizing how hard it is to get his pants off, keeping my lips on his skin so he can't see that my face is more than likely going to turn red any second now, as I feel the heat flare up under the skin. I internally thank God, when he laughs with me and pulls them down himself, before he leans back down to kiss me again.

There isn't any hesitation on his part, as he pulls my shirt up over my head. He pushes me back onto the bed, and we move together, our lips never parting until my head hits the pillow. His hands move to my chest, his lips on my neck, sucking at my skin before kissing down my body. I suck in a deep breath as his tongue finds my nipple and swirls it around the nub, as his hand plays with the other.

He kisses across my chest, his lips forming around my other nipple, flicking his tongue over it. A moan escapes my mouth, before he releases and moves his kisses up my chest, my neck and jaw, before crashing his lips to mine. His hand makes its way slowly down my body and into the only clothing I have left on, pressing his fingers over my clit and circling with the perfect amount of pressure.

Another moan escapes when he pushes his fingers inside of me, thumb playing with my clit. My back arches off the bed into his chest as my arms wrap around him tightly to pull him closer to me. I can feel him slightly smile into the kiss at my reaction to his touch, as he curls his fingers inside of me.

As quickly as his hand made its way in, he pulls it out, leaving me frustrated at the loss of his touch, but when he swiftly slides the small piece of fabric down my hips, a sense of relief fills up inside of me as I kick them down the rest of my legs, pulling them off with my toes. I yank at his boxers, unable to move them down very far, and grateful for his willingness to remove them himself. He climbs over the bed, to retrieve what I assume to be a condom from his jeans on the floor, proven right as I watch as he rips it open and slides it on with ease, over his large hard length, baring himself to me.

He is much larger than I remember him to be, but I suppose in my drunkenness, I can see how I missed this, although I remember feeling it, and how good it felt inside of me. My heart picks up its pace realizing this is actually happening, as his knees spread my legs open farther as he lays his body down on me.

He hungrily kisses me, one arm propping himself up, the other hand sliding up my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He takes a moment to look at me. His eyes taking in the features of my face. "Okay?" he asks.

"Okay," I respond, my body answering for me.

He moves his hips forward slowly, as I wrap my legs around his body, helping him to ease into me. He lets out a moan, biting down on my bottom lip, making my heart start to pound harder. He pulls his hips back before rocking into me again with a little more force this time. His eyes stay set on mine as he thrusts deeper, my fingernails digging into the skin on his back. I can feel his muscles contracting with every move he makes, our breaths getting heavier, every time thrusting deeper and deeper into me.

He tilts his hips up slightly for him to hit a different spot, making me moan louder. My back arches, giving him free reign to my chest, where his hand grabs one, squeezing feverishly. He crashes his lips to mine, his tongue playing with mine greedily.

The way he thrusts into me, keeping his eyes locked with mine and how he seems to be taking in my facial expressions with every move he makes just turns me on more. My body set on fire, I am completely aware of him. How he touches me with excitement, yet sensuous, making sure I know it's important to him that I feel good.

I can feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach, grabbing onto the pillow, trying to hold on as my legs start to shake. His hand slams down on top of mine, making me tear away from the pillow to intertwine our fingers together in a tight grasp, as his other squeezes my side.  A loud cry escapes my mouth as my muscles clench around him as I come undone, my breathing heavy, eyes shut tight as he pounds harder into me, faster with each thrust.

"God, you feel—so good," he says between breaths. I watch above me, as he keeps his eyes on me, moans falling from his lips, droplets of sweat on his forehead. He squeezes my hand tighter as I scratch down his back. Seeing him let go is the by far the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. The way his face scrunches up in a most particular way, the sounds he makes and how he tries his hardest to keep his eyes open to look at me. Our sticky bodies stick together as he drops himself on top of me, I can feel his heart beat going a mile a minute against my skin. Our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

We lay like this for what feels like a long time, until our breathing goes back to normal. His hand still intertwined with mine. This for sure, is something I could get used to. How easily it was to let go with him, and to not have a single thought about anything except for him running through my brain.

When he moves to lay down next to me, he pulls the covers over top of our bodies and looks at me. "Wow," he breathes out, a smile forming on his pink lips.

"Wow," I repeat.

"I think you're my new favorite person." He leans over to give me a kiss, swiping a hair that's stuck to my face and tucks it behind my ear, before he gets out of bed, and walks over to my bathroom. He has no shame, his cute bum on full display for me.

Yep. I could definitely get used to this!

I listen to him flush the toilet and walk back out, watching as he starts to get dressed. "I should probably get going," he tells me. "School tomorrow, ya know? I still have homework to do."

I sit up in bed, pulling the blankets over my body. He's leaving? I try not to look shocked. I shouldn't be shocked. It shouldn't surprise me that he left his homework until the last minute. He was probably at all the parties this weekend. I don't really know what I was expecting. I hadn't thought that much about it, and I don't know how this makes me feel.

But then I remember, there are no feelings in this. I threw my heart away so I could have this. So I could have an escape. Which he easily gave to me, and I internally decided it's what I need. It worked. I forgot everything, and I was happy to have him distract me. 

Once he is completely dressed, he climbs on the bed and straddles me, kissing me intensely. His tongue massaging mine deeply, making the world around me disappear again as he cups my face with his hands. When his lips part from mine, I open my eyes to see he is looking at me. "Still our little secret, right?"

"Still our little secret."

A/N: I'm so sorry for how long this took me to write. It's the first time I've ever written any kind of smut before, and damn it was hard..lol Hopefully it's decent enough! 

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