A/n: prepare yourself for some smut js

"Camryn–" Harry begins, but I cut him off.

"This food looks really good, doesn't it?" Fuck, that's a lame distraction, but I don't want to talk about my almost declaration of love for him. He probably doesn't even feel the same way, so if we talk about it, I'm just going to end up more embarrassed than I already am. That is not the move, so we're not going to go there if I can help it.

I keep my eyes off of Harry in an effort to avoid his probably intense gaze, and instead focus on unrolling my silverware from the fancy cloth napkin.

"So, how much of this do you want?" I ask him, allowing myself to look at him for just a moment. He seems to be frowning, but he nonetheless answers me, meaning that I have successfully avoided an awkward conversation. Take that, subconscious, you have failed in getting me to say the thing.

"Oh, um, just take what you want, then I'll have the rest," Harry mumbles, straightening his back in the chair before taking another sip of his wine. Nodding, I dish out a bit of each item onto my plate before sliding the leftovers to Harry. He frowns at me and raises his brow questioningly, "Are you sure you don't want more? You barely took any food at all."

I shake my head in response, thinking about how tight my formal dress is. I have spanx, but at this point, any little bit I can resist helps. Even though we've pretty much just worked a lot of things out between us, I still want to slay his life, and if I'm going to do that, I can't be bloated from all this good food. "No, I'm okay. I'll wait to binge eat until after tomorrow night. I have to be skinny like Mariah."

"I don't get that meme at all," Harry says with an exasperated sigh. "And I really don't get why you would starve yourself for a sleezy dance; you're perfect already."

First of all, gah, Harry, stop. My face is going to burn off from blushing so hard if you say things like that to me. Second of all, Mariah is a skinny legend. That's all there is to it; I don't get why that's so hard for you to grasp.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot, but I end up failing miserably. No surprise there.

Harry tries to put more food on my plate, but I stop him and he nearly scowls at me. "Really, Harry, I'm fine. That Chick-fil-A from earlier has made me not so hungry."

Harry hesitates for a minute before finally giving in to me, "You only got a kids' meal, so I know you're lying right now, but if you're not gonna eat it, I will."

I roll my eyes at his very valid assessment and watch Harry as he begins to eat what looks to be some pretty damn good scallops. This is probably creepy, but I really love the way his mouth moves when he eats. Also, that jawline of his is even more prominent, so it kind of looks like it could cut a bitch. Well, maybe not, but at least a soft fruit or something, like a strawberry.

"You're staring," Harry states dryly, the smallest of smirks rising to his beautiful mouth. He looks so smug, and the look would be really intimidating if it weren't for the cute little dimple in the side of his cheek.

I should be embarrassed by being called out like this, but alas, I am not because it has happened many times. I've told myself I'll stop with the shameless staring thing, but then I look at Harry again, and I really can't resist. Oh, well. It's a good thing he likes me too much to be creeped out, because I don't think I'll ever get used to how attractive he is.

"You're pretty," I shrug with a small grin and pick up my fork to begin my dinner.

Harry shakes his head, fighting the laugh I can see trying to escape, "Well, you're prettier."

Oh, snap. I have the perfect setup for a Mean Girls reference.

"So, you agree? You think you're really pretty?"

At this, Harry can't help but laugh, and I laugh with him because obviously, I'm hilarious. But aside from my fantastic sense of humor, Harry is so damn cute when he's laughing like this. It legitimately makes my heart feel so full to see him look so happy, and even more so when he's looking at me. I'm not so bold as to believe that I make him happy, but when he looks at me like this, I let myself pretend that that's the case. He sure as hell makes me happy; at least, he does when he's not being a secret-keeping asshead, so maybe I inspire a little joy in his life as well.

"I'm proud of you for quoting that movie," Harry says, stifling his laughter. Oh, here we go again with the romcom shit.

"Mean Girls doesn't count as a romcom," I tell him, mostly in effort to see how frustrated my denial can make him. I know it's childish of me to mess with him like this, but it's fun, so leave me alone.

Harry rolls his eyes, "Yes, it is. Please just admit that you like them."

"I would have no problem admitting that I liked romcoms if I actually liked one, but I don't." A lie.

"You're so annoying sometimes," Harry groans playfully and crosses his arms over his chest. When he does this, his light blue button down is stretched tightly over his chest and arms, and I nearly think I am going to pass out just from looking at him. Why is it that he's so fucking hot all the time? Even in a dumb frat boy outfit, he still looks like the most beautiful human I've ever laid my eyes on.

"Yeah, but you like it," I smile, and he shrugs as if to agree with me.

The rest of our dinner is spent pretty much just like this. We joke, laugh at each other's stupidity, and flirt like two really annoying high schoolers who are kind of painful to watch. The heavy conversation from earlier no longer has the effect it did before.

I'm still somewhat nervous about all that Harry told me, but I have convinced myself to not let it bother me. Harry is different than he was before; had I not been told of his past, I would never even known he could be so cruel. He was a bit confusing at first, but given that he has been nothing but kind to me since that night he took me home for the first time, I think he really has put in the work to change. Therefore, I really don't think I should hold it against him. It'll be hard to fully trust him, but I'm definitely on my way there, especially since he was so candid about the whole thing when I asked him about it.

‪But despite that little bit of lingering unease, Harry and I are just so comfortable with each other this evening. Part of it is due to our mature handling of our issues, but I think a lot of it has to do with the wine. Honestly, it was a great call by Harry to get it because we're both feeling great. Between us, we finished the bottle of wine, even though I told myself I wouldn't have another glass. Let's be honest though, it's hard to just have one glass when the effects are so pleasant. We're both just a little buzzed, and I'm not saying that alcohol is the answer, but I think it's done us some good to just relax.

After dinner, Harry grabs a blanket from his truck and we walk towards the beach to watch the last few minutes of daylight fade away into a starlit night. I take off my shoes before reaching the sand and leave them beside Harry's once we cross the boardwalk. The sand is cold beneath our feet, and the beachy breeze is somewhat chilly now that the sun has gone down in its entirety. We find a fairly flat spot in the sand, so Harry spreads the blanket out as far as it will go before sitting down with his legs out in front of him and patting the spot next to him. I move to space beside him and pull my legs up in front of me, ignoring that in doing so, sand has now littered the surface of the blanket. This annoys me just a little, because once sand gets on you, there's no getting it off and you'll be finding it in places you shouldn't for the next seventeen days.

Harry snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into him, resting his hand on the top of my thigh. His body pressed against mine like this makes me want to sing about my happiness rather aggressively, but in fear of ruining the moment, I resist this urge. Instead, I lean my head against his chest and playfully squeeze his thigh in my hand. Harry's leg twitches in surprise and a soft laugh falls from his mouth as we stare out at the rolling waves crashing onto the sand before us.

"I should give you wine more often," Harry remarks, his thumb absentminded caressing my leg. Every stroke of his thumb sends actual shivers through me, just because I legitimately can't fathom how I came to be the girl Harry has chosen to pursue. Like actually, how the hell did I get here? I'm not complaining, but for real, I don't deserve this absolute feeling of joy that I have right now.

I laugh, "Wine is the key to my heart."

Harry looks down at me with an amused grin, "You used to not like it, but you're practically an alcoholic now, and an underaged one at that."

"And whose fault is that?" I answer somewhat sassily. Looking up into Harry's face, I see that he has this look about him that he usually has right before he kisses me. My heart begins to race as he smiles softly and lowers his head just a little, his eyes shifting to focus on my lips. When he does this, my lips part almost involuntarily, like he has this control over my body that I'll never be able to explain.

"Mine," Harry sighs, finally closing the space between us by bringing his lips to mine. His mouth moves slowly and softly against mine as I slide my hand to cup his ridiculously defined jaw.

We're situated at a bit of an awkward angle and Harry seems to be somewhat annoyed by it, so I shift my legs just a bit to straddle him. Propping myself up on one knee, I swing my other leg over his hips and move to hold his face gently between both of my hands. Sand goes everywhere when I do this, but that is literally the last thing on either of our minds.

Harry seems to approve of my actions as he sits up fully and grasps my hips rather firmly in his large hands, pulling me to sit further up on his lap. He moans into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Harry responds to my actions by lowering himself to lay flat against the ground and sliding his hands down to rest rather confidently on my ass. The gesture ignites something within me that I've felt many times before. Maybe it's the wine, but I know without a doubt that Harry is turning me on more than he ever has, and I'm really loving it.

Inspired by this realization, I break our kiss for a moment and move down to his neck, at which he sucks in a breath and shuts his eyes. I love seeing him like this, so completely responsive to my touch, because just for a moment, I can see just how much I affect him. It makes me feel like this thing between us isn't just one-sided, like maybe he's not so far out of my league. And for my own confidence, I really really need that.

"Baby, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to stop," Harry says after several moments, clearly out of breath.

Hold up.

I pull away from him, that warm feeling in my lower abdomen still pulsing wildly, and look him in the eyes. I can see the moon above us reflected in them, and I make a mental note to remember this moment forever.

"Did you just call me 'baby'?" I ask, partially amused and partially really obsessed with how it sounded with his deep voice and enchanting accent. I've always hated that pet name, but now that he has said it to me, I think I could maybe pardon its use for special occasions.

Harry chuckles softly and reaches his hand up to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I love how that was the part you chose to address." I shrug and Harry laughs hesitantly, his face falling just a bit, "I forgot you hate that term."

Agh, he knows me so well, but I don't want him to think he was wrong in calling me that. He's too precious to see him look sad about anything, so I decide that I will put away my cynicism just for a moment.

"I don't... hate it," I admit shyly, and Harry seems to perk up just a bit. "I mean, don't be using it all the time, but I could do it every once in a while."

Harry smiles contently, "I can live with that.. baby." He winks cockily at me and I scoff in annoyance. I should have seen that coming.

"You're so annoying sometimes." I sit up on his lap and try to fight the smile threatening to peep through my exaggerated frustrated demeanor.

Harry smirks and props himself up on his elbows, using my own words against me, "Yeah, but you like it."

He's right; I do like it.

Instead of saying anything, I lean in an kiss him again, this time with less intensity than before.

"Cam," Harry breathes heavily, and for once I really just want him to shut up.

Let me kiss you, dammit.

But, because I'm not about forcing him to do things he doesn't want to, I pull away again and look into his eyes again.

Harry looks at me, a thankful expression on his pretty face, "I was serious about what I said earlier. I really won't be able to stop if you keep doing that."

Would it be so bad if we didn't stop?

Yes, it would be. All of the shit we talked about at dinner is too fresh to think about taking things further with him tonight, despite however much I want to... which is a lot by the way. I've never felt this sexually awakened before and I'm kind of dying right now, so thanks Harry. I just want him to have his way with me, but alas, I think I must use my better judgement just this once. So, no sex tonight then.

"Damn you, Styles," I sigh, sitting up yet again. He looks somewhat offended, so I feel the need to soften my demeanor just a bit. "I'm sorry, I just– you get me so horny sometimes."

Ha, I can't believe I just said that out loud. I can't even be mad though, because it's true.

Harry raises his brow in surprise, and the heat begins to rise to my cheeks in a rather violent blush. Okay, I'm a little embarrassed now.

"When you say things like that, I have a hard time believing that you've never slept with anyone," Harry says and I can tell he's being a little cautious about it, so as not to offend me. I would be offended, but I honestly can't be because I get it. For a virgin, I don't exactly have the most virgin-sounding commentary.

I laugh and decide to tease him just a bit, "I'm sorry I don't conform to your standards for virgin-culture."

"I didn't mean it like that," Harry frowns, and I can't help but be amused with how Harry freaks out every time I give him a hard time... in more than one way. Ha.

"I know," I groan, climbing off of him and laying down beside him. "'Twas a joke."

Harry turns on his side and looks down at me with an amused expression on his face. Oh, here we go. He's probably going to make a joke that's going to make me cringe into myself.

"Wait, so no head?" Harry looks very pleased with himself for that one, and I can see why. That's a ballsy vine reference.

"I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it," I say nonchalantly in attempt to see what will probably be an adorably bewildered expression from him. I succeed in this as Harry's eyes go wide and his smile fades so that he's just staring at me with his mouth wide open.

"Wait, for real?" Harry's surprise has now shifted into some pretty obvious eagerness. Ha, boy, I've got you under my thumb.

"I'm not an asshole; I'm not going to tease you that badly," I smile. "But I'm not going to do it here. You don't want sand on your dick, and I don't want it in my mouth."

"Yeah, for sure," Harry agrees adamantly, sitting up.

I laugh at his enthusiasm, "Harry, chill. You can't walk around with that." I point at his rather prevalent boner. "Let's wait until you're decent, and then go." Harry looks at me pleadingly. "Babe, I'll get you back up; don't worry."

Harry smiles at my use of the pet name I have just called him, but he still seems to be very uncomfortable. "I mean, we can wait, but it's not going to go away because I'll just be thinking about your mouth the whole time." He pauses, "Honestly, I Haven't stopped thinking about it since Thanksgiving."

It's my turn for my eyes to widen, and Harry looks at me apologetically. I mean, I did get him pretty worked up that night, and he can't help it now, so I guess we'd better go.

"Alright," I sigh and stand from the blanket, brushing the sand from my legs. "But you have to hold the blanket over it when we walk into the hotel. They don't need to be thinking we're just horny kids."

"But we are," Harry grins mischievously as he lifts the blanket from the ground and begins shaking the sand out of it. He makes a fair point.

Harry folds the blanket rather aggressively and we make our way back to the hotel with a speed that really amuses me. This boy is so fucking hard right now and he's not making any effort whatsoever to hide it. I literally can't stop smiling at how funny he's being, because I've never really seen him so eager to be alone with me. And up until about a week ago, he had always nicked things in the butt before we could do anything beyond making out with some groping, so I'm kind of shook that he is being so shamelessly excited about me sucking his dick. Don't get wrong, I'm ready for it, and I like that he's so into it, but I'm just a little surprised at his changed attitude.

Once we get inside our room, I lock the door and turn around to see Harry standing by the bed looking rather uncertain. He looks awkward standing there, so I decide to help make him a little more at ease.

"Um, should I–" Harry begins, but I cut him off.

"You need to relax," I smile encouragingly and approach him. When I come to stand in front of him, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the mouth. He smiles when I pull away from him, dropping the blanket he had been holding on the ground and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses me again and pulls me too his chest. Without breaking our kiss, I slide my hands to his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt, the process of which takes too damn long. At last, I manage the last button and move my hands up to the collar so I can pull it off of him. Harry gladly obliges me and shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor.

I pull away from him for a moment and nod to his jeans, "Take those off and sit down on the edge of the bed." Harry nods and does as I tell him, his movements rushed and clumsy. Stumbling out of his jeans, Harry now stands in front of me in his rather tight boxers, unsure of whether he should strip all the way down. He actually looks really nervous now.

Too ease his distress, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Harry watches me as I somewhat uncertainly step out of my jeans as well. I know I don't have to undress for this, but honestly, I don't think it'd be fair to him if he were the only one to be so exposed. I know I wouldn't want to be the only one.

Harry's eyes rake over my body, and I can't help but feel a little embarrassed by it. This is the first time I've ever really stood so shamelessly exposed in front of him, so I'm kind of nervous. But then again, I guess that makes two of us, so it's not too bad.

"Fuck," Harry mumbles quietly, looking at me with his dark eyes filled with lust.

Oh, that sound? Yeah, that was the sound of my ego skyrocketing into space.

With some newfound confidence, I step towards him and kiss him again, leading him towards the bed and reaching down to his boxers. I palm him through the fabric which causes him to groan into me, gripping my waist with way more certainty before. Hell yeah, Harry. Let's go. But no sex, I remind myself. A blowjob is one thing; losing my virginity is entirely another.

I hook my fingers around the band of his boxers and begin to pull them down his legs. I make sure to do it slowly, letting my hands graze torturously over his thighs until the piece of clothing is loose enough to fall to the ground.

"Shit, babe. You're such a tease." Harry curses, as I push him down to the bed, where his erection is rather obviously displayed in front of me.

"And you're fucking huge," I say in response, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. When I take him in my hand, Harry sucks in a sharp breath and I smile at how wonderfully vulnerable he is right now. I kiss him one more time on the mouth before moving down to his crotch, leaving kisses over his beautifully defined chest and continually pumping my hand along his shaft. Once I take him in my mouth, Harry seems to lose his shit. I'm no professional, but judging by the rather passionate exclamations Harry is making, you might think so. I don't have to suck him off for long before he warns me about his release.

To swallow, or not to swallow. That is the question.

Harry ends up nutting in my mouth, which he immediately begins to apologize for; however, he falls silent as he watches me swallow his cum. I honest to God don't know how I didn't gag on it, but I didn't, and it probably looked pretty hot.

Harry curses quietly, still out of breath from his orgasm, "Camryn, that was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." Blushing, I wipe the corners of my mouth and smile sweetly at him without a response. "Come here," he says softly, and I oblige, moving to hover over him.

To my surprise, Harry kisses me deeply despite the remnants of his cum still on my tongue. Now, that's a man right there.

Harry forcefully turns me over so that I lay beneath him before looking directly into my eyes.

"Can I go down on you?" he asks me, and I nearly laugh in his face. Never has a guy asked me that before, and never have I wanted it as much as I do now. My clit is already throbbing, so I really don't think he's going to have to do much.

I nod shyly, and Harry smiles in return, pulling my underwear rather quickly down my legs. While he does this, I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side with more certainty than I ever thought I could have. Harry hesitates when he looks back up to me, and I giggle at how he seems to be genuinely enchanted by the sight of my bare breasts.

He sits there for a moment just staring before he sighs heavily, "Camryn, I really hope you know how beautiful you are, because you are genuinely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."

He's obviously lying, but I'm okay with it because it's making me feel pretty fantastic about myself.

"I'm not," I laugh breathily and try to keep my eyes off of Harry's junk. It's kind of hard though, since the man is fucking hung. "But I don't care, please just eat me out."

Harry frowns and leans down, propping himself just above my face, where his enchanting green eyes stare into mine. Sometimes I think he can actually stare into my soul because of how intense his look is.

"You are; I'm serious," Harry whispers kissing me, then moving down to my neck. "So beautiful."

At this, Harry grips my tit and begins to massage it in his hand. His mouth moves down my neck and to my chest where he takes my nipple in his mouth.

Fucking shit.

I'm not going to lie, the rest is somewhat of a blur because of how aroused I am. By the time Harry makes it down to my clit, I'm soaking wet and there's this crazy throbbing sensation in my lower abdomen. The pressure between my legs only builds once his tongue starts doing its thing, and I find myself unable to keep my hips from holding still. I don't know how long it takes, but Harry hits my sweet spot and I come undone in front of him, panting like an out of breath athlete. And let me tell you, after having Harry Styles eat you out so diligently, I'm feeling just about as good as an Olympic gold medalist.

Harry huffs contentedly and lays down beside me, both of us just staring up at the ceiling. "It's been a good night," Harry comments, and I can't help but laugh at his casual tone.

"The best," I smile, looking over to him to find him already looking at me like I'm his favorite person in the world. Bruh, I could get used to this.

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Lol I've never written smut before so this is my attempt, sorry if it sucks (like Camryn)

Sorry again for the late updates, I've been picking up a lot of shifts at work so I don't have as much time to write :(

Anyways, thank you for reading, my loves! I love you all so much, you have no idea!! ❤️❤️

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