Carrington Hill

When Harry said he wanted to talk properly he bloody meant what he told me. We did not leave his room until the both of us felt relieved and happy with a smile on our faces. To be completely honest, it was so easy to open up to him and talk to him so freely about my feelings that it took me some time to actually process the fact that we've only known each other for like two weeks. Harry seemed to have the same outlook on our relationship because he even mentioned it to me throughout our little adult talk.

So after we were done with what happened before, we acted as if our little outbreak never even happened. Harry made me scrambled eggs with bacon while he went for scrambled eggs and salmon. Yes he really did have salmon with his scrambled eggs and since it smelt so good and he ate it so appetisingly I ended up stealing some of his food. Not that he seemed bothered. While we were eating he also told me that he got back into his healthy eating which he put on stop while we were in Hawaii so that's why he didn't have bacon. And also because he doesn't eat pork which to me was honestly such a big slap in the face.

I mean how does one cope without bacon? Bacon is quite literally life and I don't think I could live without it.

Once we finished with our late lunch Harry put everything in the dishwasher. When we sat down on his sofa he turned the massive flat screen TV on and while he flicked through the channels, this time I actually did send a message to my dance partner and asked him if he got to London safely and if everything was good.

I didn't let Harry pay and even Alex refused when I told him about what Harry had said about the plane ticket and hotel and everything. Alex said that him and his girlfriend will be staying in a hotel anyway but it'll be free because his girlfriend's uncle works there and will be able to give them a room. Plus he had a car and wanted to drive it up rather than getting the train with all of their stuff.

"If we go out on Sunday we might get noticed," Harry said after a little while. I turned my head towards him and saw that he was already looking at me. "I mean I'm quite good with staying on the down low and not getting the paparazzi's attention but I can't guarantee that every time I leave the house."

"Does that mean we'll be on the front cover and everything?"

"Not necessarily. I'm just a model not an actor or anything like that."

"You are an actor, too."

"I was in one movie, Carrington," he laughed at me. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back against the backrest of the couch. "Your mum calls you Carrie."

"She does. Sometimes."

"Mia calls you Carr."

"And you call me Carrington."

"And queen and pretty girl."

"Right," I chuckled. Harry leaned down to me and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered closed while our lips touched and when he pulled away I opened them just in time to see how he wet his own with his tongue.

"I don't have cool nicknames," he pouted.

"What do your friends call you?" I asked him curiously.

"I get called Haz or Hazza sometimes. But that's usually just to piss me off. I have been called Harold before as well but again that's just to make me mad and annoy me."

"Well, I call you handsome and gorgeous at times."

"Don't forget about the mean names," he said. "Like twat, prick, model boy and idiot. What else have you called me before?"

"You forgot asshole."

"Right, yeah," he laughed. "Those hurt my feelings a lot."

"Are you being serious or just being silly?"

"Mixture of both," he muttered.

"Wait, really?"

"Are you gonna run off again if I say yes?"

"Harry, I honestly don't mean them!" I said genuinely shocked. I sat up straight and turned around and crossed my legs, my body faced Harry's perfectly. "I literally am just messing around when I call you those names."

"I figured as much."

"Aw, no," I whined as I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to my neck. He slowly laid in my arms and shielded my body but it was comfortable. My hand was in his hair as I massaged his scalp and leaned my cheeks against his head. "I'm gonna stick to calling you gorgeous, alright? And pal sometimes. I call everyone pal. That's not nasty, right?"

"Don't change your ways for me. It's probably just me who can't take a joke."

"No but if it's rude or you find it rude I don't want to carry on with it, I told you this in your room before. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," I said as I looked into his green eyes, his jaw clenched as he bit down on it and then he let out a sigh.

"But I don't want you to change for me either," he argued back. "I like how you're so sarcastic although there is a line which you tend to cross. However we are over this conversation. We said we won't mention it."

"Okay let's stop then," I nodded, my lips kissed his forehead and he smiled. He hid his face in the crook of my neck and his arms hugged around my waist. "I'll have to wake up early tomorrow."

"What does early mean for you?" he asked me quietly. Our eyes were focused on the TV on the wall but we had our separate conversation. While Harry laid on my chest with his head I ran my fingers through his hair which he seemed to enjoy.

"Six am."

"Will you be able to get up?"

"You will have to make me get up no later than half past six," I said and he chuckled. "I'm being serious. I have to do my makeup."

"Don't you have makeup artists who do it for you?"

"Yeah but we decided to go late so the guy who does my makeup usually couldn't fit me in. He's really talented and sometimes I pay him extra to make him come with me when I have to travel out of the country."

"So you're doing your own makeup at six in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Okay," he murmured. He pulled his phone out of his jogger's pocket, unlocked it and then went to set an alarm for six am. That made my heart swell and the smile on my lips was so wide I felt my cheeks hurt a little. "I'm quite good at waking up early but just to be safe I put one in."

"You're so perfect."

"I'm really not," he laughed. His grip tightened around me as he inhaled deeply and when he let the air out of his lungs he made a loud noise. "I'm really really happy though."

"I'm happy too," I said with a genuine smile on my face. My fingers kept playing with his hair until he looked up at me and so my hand fell down to the nape of his neck.

He kissed me softly then he bit into my lower lip and pulled on it a little. A quiet sigh escaped my lips and I linked my arms behind his neck. Harry tilted his head to the side as he kissed me with passion which burnt my lips in the most pleasuring way possible. His tongue ran over my upper lip then my bottom one before it slipped into my mouth and found mine.

The kiss got sloppy and Harry's hands wandered under my shirt. His fingertips felt cold against my skin and it made goosebumps arise on my body. He caressed my stomach gently as his lips distracted me from his wandering fingers then I suddenly felt him a bit too close to me when he drew a line right under my boob where my bra was.

"Are you good?" he asked me when he probably felt how tense I became. I nodded a little and he smiled at me before our lips touched again.

His hand gently cupped one of my breasts through my bra which resulted in me biting into his lower lip with a bit more force than I intended to. A groan came from Harry's throat and it softly escaped from his lips into my mouth, his grip in my boob got firmer and my hand tugged on his short hair. Before I even noticed he pulled me down onto the sitting bit of the couch so I was lying on my back with Harry's body between my legs.

His mouth slowly moved down to my neck, my head tilted to the side which gave him more room. Hot lips against my skin made my stomach turn, heartbeat increase and body light on fire in an instant. My toes curled in my socks when his teeth scratched the skin of my neck slightly his stubble further expanding the pleasure I felt when it came in contact with my body. A quiet sigh left my lips when his burning tongue ran down the base of my neck, his kisses covered my throat and down my exposed chest considering the slight V neck of my t-shirt.

Soon enough I felt Harry's bulge between my legs, my constant wiggling as he was kissing me all over the place probably didn't help his friend down there. My back arched as I pressed my front to Harry's body, our crotches met and a low groan sounded from his throat. His voice travelled right into my ear which got me covered in goosebumps.

Suddenly, I wanted him. I carved him.

But in ways I haven't before.

"Make me feel good," I mumbled as my body kept pressing against his and my fingers disappeared in the forest that was his hair.

"Hmm, what are you saying?" he hummed against my throat and a lazy smile homed on my lips at his low and croaky voice.

"Make me feel good, Harry," I said, this time more articulated so that he heard me just fine. He sucked in a sharp and loud breath, my heart pumped fast against my chest and it nearly snapped my ribcage in half and fell out of my body.

"As you wish, my queen," he whispered in my ear. "Your wish is my command, never forget that."

A low chuckle escaped my lips as I let his words turn me on and get me in the mood for all the things he would do to me. He seemed like a person who knew what he was doing although I'm not going to lie I judged that from the way he looked. He was insanely attractive and the simple thought of his fingers doing magical things to me had me wet already.

The jeans I had on earlier were long gone by the time I got my head around the fact that Harry will make me feel good just like he was asked. I liked that. He obeyed to what I said to him and that turned me on even more.

His fingers stroke me through my underwear as his lips kissed mine. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his index finger slip under the band of my undies and he started to pull on it. His eyes bored into mine, his pupils dilated slowly while my lips parted and the tip of my tongue touched my upper lip. First it felt weird to have him so close to me and touch me so intimately however for some odd reason I quickly got used to his presence.

"Now I'm going to need you to tell me when you feel like I'm hurting you," he murmured while his index and middle finger ran up and down my slit then he pressed them against the most sensitive part of my body.

My breath got stuck on my throat and I moved my head to the side as my teeth sunk into my lower lip at the intense feeling. Harry's fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit, his fingertips felt soft and warm as he pleasured me. He moved back up to my face and kissed my jawline as he kept making me feel good. Slowly, I started to pant, quiet sighs and moans left my mouth as I lifted my hips here and there to get more from his touch.

"Harry," my lips quivered as his name rolled off my tongue. I turned my head towards his, my eyes looked into his green ones and I cradled his face in my hands. "This feels so good."

I said that not knowing just how mind spinning the feeling was gonna get when his fingers entered me fully. His rings were cold although they only touched my skin a little. It felt cool against my heated centre and it turned me on even more. I felt a slight burn in my lower stomach and I flexed it as the strong feeling started to grow.

"You look absolutely stunning. Breath taking," Harry said in a low voice, his lips closed around my earlobe and his teeth pulled on it before he released it. He left open mouthed kisses on my skin, his tongue slipped in my mouth when he kissed me. "You're so tight. So warm," he whispered in my mouth and our sloppy kissing continued right after.

My moans halted into Harry's mouth as his fingers moved in and out of me first slowly then as I got used to the feeling he quickened his pace. That caused my breathing to increase and my heartbeat followed almost right after. I felt it drum in my ears and I couldn't hear anything else apart from the loud thudding of my heart.

The orgasm was building up my in my body, the feeling stronger with each second that passed. My hips bucked up and met Harry's fingers in the middle. He curled them inside of me as he pressed his thumb against my clit which he moved around in a fast circular motion. His name fell out of my mouth repeatedly, faster and more un-understandable with each pump.

"I'm so damn close," I moaned and then my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

The intense pleasure rushed through my body and I held onto Harry's shoulder tightly, my fingers pushed into his skin as I pressed my chest against his. His hand never stopped working against me while I rode my orgasm out and literally crumbled into pieces under his touch.

Quick pants left my lips as my chest swiftly heaved up and down. I felt my lady part tingle down there as Harry brushed his finger over me, his eyes pierced into mine as he stuck them in his mouth and sucked on them a little. They slowly dropped down as he moaned a little and I felt my cheeks go red as the blood rushed into them at the sight.

His lips were suddenly pressed against mine and his tongue once again slipped into mine. I chuckled and shoved my fingers through his hair, pulled his head back and then kissed the tip of his nose.

"How was that?" he asked me lowly with a cheeky grin on his swollen lips.

"I must say you are quite good with your hand, mister," I winked at him. Out of the blue, I felt even more comfortable around him not to mention how carefree I became regarding my half nudity in front of him. "I enjoyed that very much."

"That's music to my ears," he said while he licked his lips and pushed himself off of me. "Let me get a towel real quick," he said as he ran out of the living room.

I smiled to myself as I just laid there. My legs felt like jelly and when I looked down I saw a few red fingerprints on my thighs. That made me blush again and I bit into my lip as the events happened just before replayed in my mind.

Once he got back he threw the towel on my face which made me let out a little scream. He laughed and then helped me clean up before he rushed me in the bathroom to sort my hair out. When I looked in the mirror I saw how messy I looked. My hair was everywhere, there was a weird sparkle in my eyes too or it could have been the light I wasn't too sure. And my cheeks, oh my god. My cheeks were as red as an apple and it made me look extra healthy.

Ugh, Harry didn't only look like he was experienced and knew what he was doing when it came to stuff like this; he was actually good at it too. And I say that from experience.

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so first smut chapter, kinda. not the best but it was alright lmao

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