#harryyyy

And it looks so easy. Every other person she’s ever met makes it look so easy. They just go to a party, find someone they like and someone that likes them, and they sleep together. So, so simple. She can do it. 

She tried to dress as casually as she could, but also give off the vibe that yes, she is available tonight to have fun. Maya has told her a few times that she can appear a bit standoffish, so she’s trying to be the opposite this time. Whatever that is. She doesn’t talk much because she’s incredibly nervous when she’s in a big group of people that she doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily plan on knowing, so she kind of keeps to the outside. It’s not her fault, she just might not be as outgoing as everyone else. 

But tonight is different. She keeps cycling that through her brain as she struggles as usual trying to get her eyeliner right. She’s been at this way longer than she’d admit to anyone, but it has to be as perfect as she can get it. 

The dress that Maya let her borrow was something she normally would never wear. Just because she’s almost certain if she bends over, it won’t cover much. But it is a pretty dress, it’s just tight and short. She is thankful that the sleeves that hang off her shoulders are long. It’s something she’d probably never buy for herself.  But she figures if she wants to lose her virginity, she has to try something new this time. Dress like the other girls who seem to find guys so easily. 

The coursework she has to do for Monday that she’d usually be way caught up on is looming in the back of her mind. She normally will turn things in super early and have them out of the way so she can have a weekend in and cozy up in her room and have a movie marathon. But seeing as she all but jumped at the chance to go to a frat party with Maya tonight, her ten page essay will just have to wait. 

She almost surprised herself at her willingness to go. (Y/N) loves to relax on Friday nights and not leave her room, but Maya often has to pry her out of bed so she has someone to go to parties with. Maya has other friends, but she likes keeping (Y/N) included and wants to get her out of her shell a little bit. They were roommates in the dorms as freshmen and when they were both able to get jobs in town and afford an apartment together, they moved. And she would consider them best friends now, at the end of their junior year. 

Maya came to interrupt her in the middle of having a tiny panic episode over the eyeliner. It’s frustrating, but it’s even more frustrating because her hands keep shaking when she does it. She’s not necessarily nervous. It’s almost excitement. She just wants to leave their apartment already and get it over with. So, you could say she’s a bit anxious, just to see how the night unfolds and if she’ll fail again at trying to do something that looks so easy. 

“(Y/N). You know tonight doesn’t have to be the night. You’ve got so much time and—” 

“I know, Maya, but I want to.” She went back to her eyeliner and finally flicked the brush in the right way to get the look she wanted. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but she’s so out of practice with makeup that it took way longer than she would have liked it to. 

“I’m just saying. Don’t force yourself into something you don’t want to do. And don’t get with a total jerk, please.” Maya is well aware of her desperation to just get it over with. It’s nearly her senior year and she’s barely touched someone else. 

“It has to though. I just feel like . . . it should’ve happened already. I’m ready now.” (Y/N) tried to look as convincing as she could. If Maya for even a second thinks she is pressuring herself, she’ll force them to stay home and not let (Y/N) out of her sight. She really is a great friend, but she needs to let her do this for herself. 

“If you say so. Are you ready to go then?” She tried to give a confident nod which made Maya snicker before they were leaving out of the front door. 

Despite the tiny dress she’s wearing, (Y/N) just couldn’t handle wearing heels. She wishes with everything that she could and then pretend that her feet aren’t aching the entire time, but she just can’t. So, she is wearing sneakers while Maya is wearing heels that she’s sure she wouldn’t stand a chance walking in. 

They’re meeting a few of Maya’s friends outside the frat house who’s throwing the party tonight. They are all very nice and always keep (Y/N) in the loop, even if she feels like it’s out of pity. But they all said hello and hugged her while complimenting her outfit. Things are already looking up for her. 

She was immediately put off by the music once they stepped in. She wonders why not just play it at a normal volume so people can actually talk to one another, but that’s just something she’ll have to deal with if she wants to succeed tonight. 

When Maya started walking with her friends right through the middle of the crowd, she kind of got pushed to the back, but that was okay. She followed along and tried to relax. There’s nothing for her to be nervous about. It’s easy. She could repeat it to herself a thousand times and she’d still be a little bit nervous anyway. She’s more nervous that it’s not going to happen. She told herself that it has to happen tonight or she’s not putting this much effort into it ever again. 

And then her eyes fell on Evan. He’s the stereotypical frat boy, sleeps around, barely goes to class, parties every night. But he’d be perfect because he wouldn’t even think about it. If she offered, he wouldn’t refuse. And that’s exactly how she pictured tonight going. As soon as it’s over she can just go home and never have to worry about her virginity again. 

She wanted to tell Maya, but when she looked up again, she was in the middle of a crowd of people she didn’t know and Maya and her friends were nowhere in sight. She knows that Maya would try to discourage her from going to Evan anyway, so it might be best to just do it now by herself. 

(Y/N) looked back at Evan and he was already talking to this devastatingly beautiful girl and looked very interested in their conversation. She doubts she can interrupt them and try to get him interested in her instead, but maybe if she waits a few minutes, she can catch him when he’s alone again. She’s never even uttered a word to him before just because he’s so out of her reach, so this will definitely be different. And that’s exactly what she needs. 

The kitchen was way less crowded than the main room, so she decided to pour herself a drink to maybe get the tenseness out of her shoulders. Except, she has no clue what makes a good drink. Maya usually makes hers and she never has any idea what’s in it. But she tried her best with soda and some kind of liquor she didn’t bother checking the name of. And she still finished the entire cup, even though it was probably the worst thing she’s ever tasted. 

But it’s okay. Because once this kicks in, maybe she can go find Evan again and hopefully he’ll be alone and she can get the ball rolling. She’s never really tried to flirt with someone before, but she’s seen enough movies to know how to at least let him know her intentions without being too obvious about it. She took a deep breath and readied herself to go back out into the crowd of rowdy people and track Evan down. It’s now or never. 

“Took a break from studying to make the nastiest drink I’ve ever seen, did you?” She jumped, not expecting someone to be right beside her. And she really didn’t expect it to be Harry either. 

He sits behind her in one of her classes and never pays attention. He’s always drawing in his sketchbook or looking bored out of his mind. He does frequently tap her on the shoulder and ask her for the notes and she always obliges. He’s always been nice to her, but she wouldn’t call them friends at all. 

He’s dressed in all black like he usually is. Only a tee shirt and jeans but he always manages to pull it off so well. His tattoos that she’s seen many times are on display tonight and she thinks they’re really pretty but has never told him that. He would probably think she’s weird.

“Oh, sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.” She could feel her face getting warm, but he’s probably used to it. From time to time when he thanks her for sharing her notes, he’ll call her a sweet little name and send her a wink that always gives her butterflies. 

“I know. Why are you apologizing?” He grabbed one of the plastic cups and started filling it with something else she had no idea about. And then he looked back at her like he was waiting for an answer. 

“I don’t know.” She rushed out, taking a step away from him. His stare always makes her heat up a little bit, but since they’re the only ones in the kitchen, it makes it that much more unbearable. Because when they’re alone she doesn’t know how to talk to him. She hasn’t seen him much outside of class, but every time she has, they’ve only said hello in passing and that’s it. Never anything more than that. 

“Do you want another drink that you’ll actually like then, pet?” And that has to be the worst of the nicknames he’s given her so far. It’s almost demeaning, but she likes it? And she hates the way her face twists up whenever he calls her that. He looks very pleased by her reactions and that’s how she knows that he enjoys teasing her. 

Now that he’s here, another drink sounds amazing. Maybe it’ll help her calm down. She doesn’t think he’ll stick around for much longer, but for right now, she needs to keep her cool. If she can barely talk to Harry, how is she going to talk to Evan and get him to take her to bed? 

“Uh, I guess.” He nodded and grabbed another cup. This was going to be her last drink of the night, but she feels like it will give her just the right amount of buzz she needs to do what she came here to do. She’ll still be sober enough to make good decisions. 

He passed her the cup and she immediately took a sip. It did taste much better than the drink she made and it’s very sweet, like he knew just what she would like. Even though she doesn’t know much about him outside of class, he’s always nice, so she probably trusts him more than anyone here besides Maya. 

“Slow down a bit, yeah? Is that paper in Smith’s class stressing you out that much?”

She pulled the cup from her mouth and swallowed before shaking her head.

“That’s really good. And no. I’m not stressed.” She isn’t. The paper will be easy to get done. She’s already done a rough draft and outline, so she just has to write the final paper. 

“I can’t tell. Haven’t seen you out in a while.” He leaned against the kitchen counter beside her and took a long sip of his drink before looking right back into her eyes. The music is still loud, so they had to be kind of close to each other to hear, but her hearing is faring much better away from the speakers. 

“I’ve been…busy.” 

“Busy? Doing what?” 

“Work and school.” He hummed like he didn’t believe her. 

“Really? What makes tonight different then?”

(Y/N) is not going to admit to Harry what her mission for tonight is. It would only make her look desperate and while she sort of is, she doesn’t want him to know that. 

“I just . . . needed a break. That’s all. And Maya wanted me to come.” Again, he gave her another look like he didn’t buy that before he looked around. 

“Where is she then? Left you alone again?” Essentially, yes, but judging by the slight edge to his tone, he wouldn’t enjoy that answer too much. 

“No, no! I went off to get a drink on my own. I should’ve stayed with her but I didn’t.” She wonders if Maya even notices her missing yet. Not that she’s not a vigilant friend, but sometimes she gets a little distracted and forgets about her. She doesn’t mind it. Most of the time it allows her to leave parties like this early and she likes that the most.

“Well, stop doing that, would you? Now you’re stuck with me.” He smirked when her jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected him to say that. If anything, she didn’t expect him to talk to her at all. She thought he’d just ignore her or tell her hello and then go back to whatever he was doing before. 

“That is so unnecessary, I’m okay—” 

“Great. Here he comes.” He cut her off and rolled his eyes, watching something over her shoulder. When she took a quick glance back, Evan was striding right towards the kitchen all by himself, giving her the perfect opportunity to ask him what she meant to. 

“Wait. Evan’s coming in here?” Her hands quickly went through her hair, making sure it was sitting perfectly over her shoulders before they smoothed down her dress, wanting to look like she’s put together and not freaking out on the inside. 

“You have eyes don’t you?” She ignored that and tried to act as casually as she could. Harry did not seem excited about Evan’s arrival, but she didn’t have time to think much about it because he was right there. He reached for a cup right between the two of them and then nodded to Harry who didn’t even look like he saw him. And then he looked at (Y/N), probably for the first time ever. 

“Hey.” He smiled at her like he was semi-interested and that’s all she needed. She leaned against the counter, trying to play cool and smiled back. 

“Hi.” 

“Can you remind me of your name? I’ve seen you around a lot, but I’ve never gotten the chance to talk to you.” She heard Harry scoff as Evan took the space right between them and started a poor attempt at flirting. Even (Y/N) knows what he just said is all bullshit because he’s probably never noticed her before in his life. But she’s willing to look past it to get laid tonight. 

“(Y/N).” 

“Pretty name. Can I make you another drink?” It felt like things were really going her way, so she nodded, trying not to smile so much. But if she can pull this off, she’ll literally cry happy tears. 

But all of that came crashing down when Harry decided to speak up and ruin the progress she had started to make with Evan. And she’d never glared at someone like that before, but he was deserving of it completely. 

“Do you mind, Evan? I was talking to (Y/N).” He instantly backed off, apologizing to the both of them before telling (Y/N) he’d see her around. And she’d never been so angry before. She watched Evan leave the kitchen that was still empty except for the two of them before she turned to Harry to give him a piece of her mind. 

“Are you stupid?” 

“You know, where I come from, people usually say thank you instead.” He reached over and filled another cup with water from the sink before passing it to her. She chugged that down as well before throwing the empty cup at him. 

“You ruined it!” She pointed at him and then turned to leave the kitchen. She knows it’s dramatic, but she can’t help it. Something was going her way for the first time and Harry just had to mess it up. And she barely knows him! What did he think he was doing? 

Her wrist was grabbed and she was turned right back around to face him. He’s grinning now and looks very well aware of what he did. 

“So you dressed up like this for Evan? He’s an asshole.” She wrenched her arm away from him and huffed, crossing her arms. 

“That is none of your business. Can you just leave me alone now?” 

“Nope. You like him or something?” 

“No! I was just—” 

She cut herself off. She’s not going to tell him anything. It’s nothing he needs to know. It would only embarrass her and Harry seems the type to laugh at her and she wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him Monday morning in class, looking at her like he knows something. 

“You were just what?” 

“You ask too many questions. Please just leave me alone.” 

(Y/N) decided she wanted to go home. She hurried to send Maya a text as she snaked through the crowds of people dancing and talking to the front door. She tucked her phone away in the small purse she brought and opened the front door to leave. As she tried to close it, it was ripped back open by none other than Harry. 

“Can I walk you home then?” 

“No! Why are you harassing me?” The porch wrapped around to the side of the house, so she hurried there, knowing he would follow. She’s not letting him walk her home because at the moment, he doesn’t know where she lives and she’d like to keep it that way. 

“I thought we were friends, (Y/N).” That one made her laugh. She turned to him once she made it around the corner and of course he was right behind her, so close that she ran right into his chest. 

“We are not friends! We’ve never been friends, Harry. You’re slacker and all you want to do is copy my notes because you never pay attention in class! Leave me alone!” (Y/N) blames her loud tone on the two drinks she had. She’d never raise her voice at anyone she didn’t know well, but Harry is getting under her skin so bad and he just won’t stop. 

“I’m a slacker?” 

“Yes!” 

“Me?” 

“And you’re annoying!” 

“Wait. Me?” He pointed to himself.

(Y/N) is sure that this has to be a dream because how is he not getting it?

“You’re terrible. Do you know that?” 

“I didn’t know you liked Evan, I’m sorry. I can get him for you if you really want me to.” She couldn’t listen to a word he was saying because he was driving her crazy. She sat down on the very convenient porch swing and put her face into her hands. 

The swing moved when Harry sat right down next to her, putting his arm behind her shoulders and sighing. (Y/N) could go home now and just count tonight as a loss. Maya is right. She has all the time in the world and there’s no reason to rush it. While it would be nice to not have to tell herself that she’s behind everyone else her age and that guys must not like her if she hasn’t done it by now, deep down, she knows that’s not the case. Those are just things her mind is making up and it’s not true in the slightest. No one other than Maya knows why she was really here, so it’s not like anyone knows she failed. 

“No. Don’t worry about it.” She mumbled into her hands, already trying to think of the movie she’s going to put on when she gets home and cozy in her pajamas. 

“I never would’ve guessed you liked him. You’re so out of his league.” Her hands dropped and she looked up at him. 

“I don’t like him,” She paused. “You think I’m out of his league?” 

“C’mon, pet. You’re too pretty for him.” He nudged her shoulder with his and she forced herself to keep the smile off of her face. She never would’ve thought that. Evan is like, perfect and if she’s out of his league, what does that make her? She’s not going to think too much about it because she knows Harry’s probably just saying that, but it did make her feel good. 

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. (Y/N) was thinking over everything. Now that she has time to run things over in her head, Evan probably was a bad idea. He’s probably been with three other people just tonight. And that’s not exactly the experience she’s looking for right now. So, she guesses she can pick someone else another time. It really can be anyone. 

“Can I tell you something?” 

“Sure.” He shrugged like she wasn’t about to tell him something that she’s really insecure about. But she figured she could tell him. He could tell everyone he knows and they still probably wouldn’t know who he’s talking about. That’s how far she is out of the inner circle of popular people. 

Not that Harry is insanely popular. He’s in a frat, but tends to hang by himself anyway. She has seen him with a number of pretty girls, but how could he not be? He’s hot and he knows it and uses that very much to his advantage. She doesn’t blame him because if she looked like him, she’d do it too. 

He isn’t a typical frat boy either. He doesn’t go to every party and drink all night and hook up with tons of people. At least as far as she knows. He has a few close friends and doesn’t do much in the frat. He’s an art major too and is always sketching away. So, he’s a bit different in that way. 

“Are you going to tell me or what? We don’t have all night.” He nudged her again, snapping her out of the daze she was in, trying to ask herself if it’s a good idea to tell him.

“Oh. Yeah. Um, well, I’m a virgin.” Her lips rolled in and she braced herself for him to laugh or begin teasing her about it. She didn’t want to look at him, so she just kept her eyes down where her hands were playing with the hem of her dress. It was quiet on his end for much longer than she wanted it to be, so she did have to finally look up at him to see what his reaction was. And he was still just sipping away on his drink, looking unbothered. 

“Duh. Tell me something I don’t know.” She turned to him with her jaw dropped.  

“You could tell?” 

“(Y/N). You can barely look me in the eye.” Currently, she was looking him in the eye, but again, she’s going to blame that on the drinks she had. 

“What if I’m just shy?” 

“You are, but I can also tell that you’ve never been touched.” She doesn’t know how he can tell because she sees him for about fifty minutes a week and barely says a word to him, but somehow he knows. It must not be much of a secret for anyone else either. She might as well tell him her whole plan. 

“Okay, I’m going to ignore that, but I was trying to change that tonight and you messed it up for me.” She didn’t mean to pout about it, but it’s true. With the way Evan was talking to her in the kitchen, she could have easily taken it further. He’s nice enough, maybe she still has a chance. 

“And you chose Evan?” He said his name in disgust, scrunching his nose. Like he thought it was a terrible idea or something. So, she huffed and leaned back against the swing in defeat. If Harry thinks Evan is a bad idea, he probably is. Even though she was willing to look past that just for tonight. 

“He was the first person I saw!” 

“And he’s a total dick. You can do better.” 

(Y/N) has barely spent time around the people inside. She has no idea who else is in there, she set her sights on Evan and didn’t think about it anymore. But since that plan isn’t going to work, maybe she can find someone else. It’s only eleven thirty. The night is young. She reached over and hit his shoulder. 

“Help me then.” 

He hummed like he hadn’t heard her, so she turned further towards him. So close that they really were inches from each other now. It’s really dark outside and the porch light that is on is around the corner, so she can’t see much of his expression right now, but she hopes he’s willing to help. He knows way more people here, maybe he can point her in the right direction at least. 

“Help you? In what way?” 

“Tell me who’s worth my time! You know these people, just point someone out that would be willing. It doesn’t have to be the best night of my life, I just want to get it over with,” She’s aware that she sounds more desperate than ever, but she can’t help it. She is. “Please.” 

Harry was silent for a few moments. Probably thinking over her request and deciding if it was something he wanted to be involved in. She’s not asking for much.

“Fine. Just so you stop looking at me like that.” She wanted to ask what he meant, but she was so happy to hear that he would help, that it didn’t matter. She hugged him around the shoulders, something she’s never done before, and squeezed him as tight as she could manage. 

“Thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” After one last squeeze, she let him go, watching as he straightened out his shirt and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” 

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“Him? Are you out of your fucking mind?” 

(Y/N) is pretty sure she’s pointed at everyone in this party and Harry has looked at her like she’s crazy every time. And it’s getting old. 

They’re standing off to the side and looking over the crowd of people and none of them, according to Harry, are going to show her even a decent time. 

“I don’t know anymore! You’re supposed to tell me!” She shoved his chest and he batted her hands away, not having moved in the slightest. 

“You’re demanding (Y/N). Do you know that? Want to be fucked that bad, do you?”

She gasped. Because how could he say that in public space like it was nothing? She could yell at him right here and storm away, but it’s now a quarter till one in the morning and she’s just getting tired and wondering if it even matters anymore. Nothing is happening and nothing has happened, so her bed is calling to her now. 

“You know what? I think I’m just going to go home.” The alcohol is wearing off and she wants to forget about the whole evening. She tried her hardest and it didn’t work out and that’s fine. Next Friday it is then. 

“No, no, no,” He stopped her right when she stepped away from him and grabbed her arm. “You’ve come so far and you’re giving up just like that?” 

“I’m not giving up, I’m . . . postponing.” She tried to free her arm from his grasp, but he held on just a little tighter, not letting her get too far from him. 

“Postponing? Just calm down. Let’s have another look, alright? And if you still don’t find anyone, I’ll walk you home. Deal?” That seemed okay. And Harry deciding to help her was a big step, so she has made progress. Sort of. 

“What about David? He’s quiet, but nice, right?” She pointed to David who was standing with a group of people who all had drinks in their hands. She recognized a few of them from her classes, but she’s never spoken to any of them. 

“Sure. If you want a virgin to fuck you.” She turned to him, shooting a look. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“I do. Look at his fucking shoes.” 

“You cannot tell by his shoes.” 

“Yes, you can. Someone else.” 

She sighed, looking around again. She wonders briefly where Maya went to because she hasn’t seen her in a while, but she doesn’t think about it for too much longer because she spots someone else. 

“Tom! He’s cute, definitely not a virgin. And he’s really tall.” Harry chuckled, meeting her excited eyes. He would be so easy. 

“Do you want chlamydia? Keep looking.” Her shoulders dropped and she whined at him. 

“Harry. You pick someone then.” 

He scanned the crowd for maybe two seconds before shrugging at her like he was at a loss. 

“It’s too late now. Maybe if you told me two hours ago we could’ve found someone.” 

“But Harry.” 

“Yes, princess?” 

“I’m kind of sad now.” 

“Sad because you didn’t get dick? That’s hilarious.” She glared at him before walking off in the other direction. He’s not taking this seriously and only using it as an excuse to make fun of her. And it almost makes her want to cry, but she’ll save that for when she gets home. 

Her wrist was grabbed again and she shook it away. If it happens, it does. If not, she guesses she’ll be fine anyway. 

“(Y/N)—”

“I don’t want your help anymore!” 

“I’ll do it.” 

“What?” 

“I said I’ll do it. Since you begged me.” 

(Y/N) can’t believe she didn’t think of it first. It makes so much sense. She hasn’t talked to anyone else the entire night except for him and she knows him well enough. It would be perfect. All night she’d been searching for someone else when he’d been right here. 

“You’ll do it?” 

“Yes, (Y/N).” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.” She hugged him again, squeezing him even tighter than before. She’s not sure why her first reaction is to hug him, it just is. When she pulled away, she tried to stop smiling at him, but it felt impossible. 

“So, what now?” 

(Y/N) followed Harry up the flight of stairs and down the hallway. It’s just like the movies. She feels like she should’ve gone to find Maya before going off with Harry, but she sent her that message earlier, so she probably thinks she left already. She did check her phone quickly, seeing that Maya did see her message and responded back telling her that she’d see her tomorrow morning. Which meant that Maya found somewhere to spend the night. 

He opened one of the doors and ushered her inside before shutting it behind him. It was dark until he flipped the light switch. The room was very personalized. There were posters, a bookshelf filled to the brim with books, clothes strewn throughout the room. It looked like an average room. The bed was made neatly and looked cozy. She felt a little weird being in someone else’s bedroom, but people do it all the time, she can’t worry about it. 

When she focused back on Harry, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, propped up on his hands, just watching her. 

“Are you fucking me or what?” She shushed him, rushing over to sit beside him on the bed. 

“You’ve got such a bad mouth. What do we do now?” She hates being so clueless, but she really is. She doesn’t want to compare this too much to movies and make things awkward, but that’s all she knows. 

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He said it casually and her face warmed for the nth time just tonight. 

“Uh, once. In high school.” He blinked at her before smirking. 

“Cute. I’m going to kiss you first and we’ll move on from there. Just relax and it’ll be fine.” She nodded. She could do that. It’s just kissing. She’s glad he’s starting out easy and taking his time.  

He wasted no time in planting his lips on hers. He grabbed her chin tightly, tilting her head the way he wanted before moving his lips against hers. She tried to keep up and make it as cohesive as possible, but then he introduced his tongue to the kiss and she didn’t know what to do anymore. She pushed him back by the shoulders, frowning. 

“I don’t know what to do when you do that.”

He laughed, grabbing her hands that had been digging into her thighs and rested them on his shoulders. She knows he’s taking great pleasure in how oblivious she is. 

“You can touch me, you know.” 

“Oh. Okay,” Her touch on his shoulders tightened a little and she actually pulled herself closer to him, so their knees were touching. “Okay. I’m ready.” 

He leaned in to kiss her again and this time lasted much longer than the previous one. He switched between pecking her lips several times and longer kisses that made her feel like her head was spinning. She knew he would be good at it, but she never imagined that she’d already feel so hot from just kissing. He’s barely done anything and she’s feeling dizzy. His hand ended back around her jaw and he pulled away, shooting her a look. 

“Open your mouth up a bit for god’s sake.”

She nodded, shutting her eyes again and just waiting to feel the brush of his lips again. She never thought that she could enjoy this as much as she is now. That kiss back in high school was nothing like this and she doesn’t think she’ll ever have a kiss that can compare to this one again. 

Then, his tongue came back into play and teased hers and licked into her mouth like he was absolutely wild for her. And she just took it all and enjoyed it. His hands finally started to roam her body. They ran down her arms to her waist and he pinched at her sides, making her pull away from him. She was ready to scold him when he reached under her thighs and easily moved her into his lap so her knees were on either side of his hips. She didn’t mind this either, she just didn’t expect it. 

“Oh. Okay.” 

“You’re too far away. This is alright, right? If not, it’s fine.” (Y/N) wanted the full experience. She’s never sat in anyone’s lap and here’s her chance. So, she shook her head and urged his mouth back to hers. 

Harry’s hands again went on another venture over her waist and hips and to the zipper holding her dress together. He tugged at it once, making her freeze and stop kissing him. 

“I’m not wearing a bra,” She blurted out, like she had to warn him before he unzipped her. “But go ahead. You can…you can touch me too. Anywhere.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. And okay. Thanks.” This time, his lips trailed down her neck and she didn’t know she’d be so ticklish there. She immediately brought her shoulders up to stop him. 

“It tickles.” 

“I’m unzipping you now.” She felt her skin being exposed to the cool air the further down the zip went and she took a deep breath. It’s finally happening. She can’t wait to tell Maya in the morning. Once the zipper was pulled all the way down, she pulled her arms from the sleeves and tried not to think about what she was doing. This is the first time someone will see her naked and while she wanted to be normal about it, she’s not sure she can. 

“Um. Alright. Now what?” She waited for him to guide her, but he just sat there, staring at her. “Hello?” 

“I thought you were smart, (Y/N). Is all that in class for show then?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Take your dress off.” 

“Got it.” 

She moved off of him so she could get rid of her shoes and easily remove the dress. When it pooled at her feet, she felt her cheeks flush. She knows she doesn’t have to be nervous around him. He doesn’t care what she looks like, but it is a bit strange to be so vulnerable with all the lights on. She covered her chest, watching him take her in. He went from the top of her head to her feet before shaking his head at her. 

“And who exactly did you put those slutty panties on for?” Her jaw dropped, not having a response for him quite yet. “It wasn’t Evan, was it?” 

“Well, no. I just wanted to wear nice ones, so that—”

“So, what? You just knew you were getting fucked tonight, didn’t you?” He pulled her to stand in between his legs by her waist and then set his hands on her elbows. “At least admit to it. Now let me see.” 

(Y/N) decided to be brave and drop her arms. It’s not a big deal. She did wish he’d turn on the lamp in the room instead of the main overhead light. But still, she let her arms fall and watched his face light up. She figures that happens to every guy when they see boobs, so she doesn’t think much of it. 

“Okay. You’ve been staring for five minutes now. I have somewhere to be in the morning.” She lied, just trying to rush him a bit. She wants to get to the good part. 

“Oh, so now I’m not going fast enough for you? Sorry. Didn’t know you were the expert here,” She huffed, crossing her arms and cutting off his view. He pulled her arms right back down. “Don’t you do that again. Now. Can I suck them or not?” 

Again, (Y/N) is left with nothing to say. She wasn’t expecting that. She thought he would get naked too and then that would be that. She didn’t think he really wanted to take his time. 

“Uh, sure. I guess. I’ve never—” 

“I know, (Y/N). Relax.” 

He had her lay in the middle of the bed and then he climbed over top of her, still fully clothed. She let herself melt right into the bed as soon as his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. She didn’t mean to, but she grabbed his hair tightly, making him groan against her skin. 

“Sorry, sorry.” She loosened her hold and gently rubbed over his hair instead in apology. 

His mouth was relentless. She thought kissing was bad, but as soon as his wet mouth got a hold of her, she was trying to keep her back flat on the bed. She had no idea it could feel so good or that she was so sensitive there. She’s feeling a lot of things. A swirling is beginning in her stomach that she’s never really felt before and there’s the slightest tingle at the bottom of her spine. She wonders if that’s normal or if she’s just nervous. 

When his teeth grazed over her nipple, whether purposefully or accidently, she let out a noise she didn’t know she could make. Harry pulled away from her and smirked. 

“You can keep pulling my hair by the way.” He blew a cool breath over her wet nipple making her entire body break out in goosebumps before he switched to the other side. 

(Y/N) is just trying to keep calm. She can hear a bit of the music playing downstairs, so she’s trying to center her mind around that and not how good this feels. If she did, she might embarrass herself with the noises she’d make. 

He pulled away, this time using both of thumbs to rub over her nipples that have gone hard from his mouth on them. He watched her as he did, all with a grin on his face. She hates how smug he is, but it does feel good, she can’t ignore it anymore, so she’s not going to ask him to stop. 

His hands moved down to the thin strings of her underwear resting on her hips and he was just about to lean his face down to hover over the front of her underwear when she stopped him by gripping his hair. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I was just about to eat you out.” 

She paused. 

“Huh?” 

“I was going to bury my face in your pussy until you cried. What is so hard to understand about that?” He leaned on his elbows that were resting on either side of her waist. His hair is kind of messy now from her hands going through it, but he still looks so good. 

“Oh. I thought we would just do it already.” He made a face before shaking his head. 

“Do you know what foreplay is? Maybe you need to be studying instead of trying to get stuffed full on a Friday night.” He knew that he was embarrassing her. He had to. She whined at him, hearing him laugh at her again. 

“Fine. Foreplay. But what about you? Don’t I need to do something for you?” She’d rather shift focus onto him than her. She’s not sure about him eating her out. It probably does feel good, but she just wants to get right to what she came here for. 

“You could. I mean, I bet you’re dripping already. You could probably suck me off and we’d be fine. But don’t go telling your friends I don’t reciprocate because I actually enjoy it. So, just so we’re clear, you denied me, got it?” 

“Whatever. I get it. Now can I?” 

Harry had her kneel at the bottom of the bed on the floor and he sat above her, just watching as she shifted uncomfortably from time to time, feeling the stickiness in her underwear. More than she’s ever had before. She figures it’s from having another person there for the first time and him actually touching her. 

He removed his shirt first and threw it off somewhere in the room and that gave her plenty of time to ogle him. She knew he had more tattoos, but she didn’t know they looked like that. She had to squeeze her legs together to keep herself from doing something insane. Her thighs were sealed together under her and she was trying to take a few deep breaths as he pushed down his jeans, leaving him sitting on the bed in only a pair of briefs.

“You want me?” He set his hand over the slight bump he was hiding beneath his underwear and she just nodded, not having anything else to say. 

“Please.” 

“Look how fucking eager you are to get a cock in your mouth.” He chuckled, making her put her hands over her ears. 

“Can you stop being so vulgar?” 

“You’re telling me you can’t hear the word cock, but you’re about to have one in your mouth? Doesn’t sound right,” He rolled down the band of his boxers suddenly, just offering her a view of him. She knew he would be big. She just had a feeling. And not that she has anything to compare it to, but she knows that he has to be at least a little above average. “Never seen one before, huh?” 

“Well…I have, but not in person.” 

“You watch porn? Would not have guessed that one.” She flicked his knee. 

“No. It was an accident. A bad link or something. I don’t remember.” 

“I don’t buy it. You’re really fucking horny for someone who hasn’t had sex before.” She sighed heavily and rubbed her hands over her eyes. 

“I’m getting tired.” 

“Fine. Open up,” He guided himself in already half way hard, and when his tip went past her lips, he was groaning. He set his hand in her hair and carefully pushed more of himself into her mouth. Not enough to make her gag, but enough for her to have her mouth full. “Turns out your mouth is pretty useful, (Y/N), isn’t it?” 

All she could do was roll her eyes at him as she tried her best to do what she thought he wanted her to. 

“Less teeth, damn it. Trying to kill me?” 

She pulled off and frowned, leaning her forehead on his knee. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She wanted to try, she just didn’t know she’d be bad at it. 

“I know. It’s easy though. Just suck me like a lolly or something. Can do that can’t you?” 

“I think so.” He brought himself back to her mouth and she tried really hard to do what he said to do. It was kind of difficult because of the size of him, but judging by the sounds leaving his mouth, she’s doing something right. 

“That’s better, pet. Just like that. Feels nice.” She tried her best to do what she’d been doing, but he pushed her back, causing her to pout at him. 

“Harry.” 

“Use your hand now. I bet your jaw’s tired because I’m so fucking huge.” She scoffed before wrapping her hand around the base of him and letting him show her just how to touch him. When her thumb swiped over his slit, he was shivering. And she realized that she really liked him giving that reaction, so she brought her mouth back in. Just to suck the tip of his dick and move her hand over his shaft. He seemed to like that much better. 

“Shit. Good girl, (Y/N). You listen real well, don’t you? Look at you being so nice to me.” She liked the praise of course and wanted more of it, so she tried to push more of him past her lips again. She loved the feeling of the weight of his prick on her tongue. She can’t liken it to anything else she’s ever done, but she likes it very much. Enjoying the taste of him was something she wasn’t expecting either. He’s leaking into her mouth little by little and she’s licking up each small blurt of precum that leaves him. 

“You should—fuck. You should stop now unless you want me to cum down your throat.” 

While the idea of that sounded nice, she figures now isn’t the time. She pulled off of him and watched as he took a big deep breath in before looking at her directly in the eyes. Her hands wiped over her chin. She hadn’t realized how messy her mouth got in doing that, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. 

“Was that good?” 

“Shut the fuck up and get up here.” She scrambled from the floor and climbed into the bed. Laying her head back on the pillows, she found herself taking a moment to catch her breath. She’s here. She made it.

He climbed over her and kissed her right on the mouth. Shoving his tongue between her lips like he wanted to devour her whole. Her hands went to his back and her nails dug into his skin as soon as she felt his hard dick pressing against the inside of her thigh. 

“Harry. Please. I can’t anymore.” She muttered against his lips, putting her hands against his chest to push him back. He sighed, letting his body melt into hers. She didn’t mind him laying there, but she’s feeling so hot, she doesn’t think she can sit here like this for much longer. 

“So, you really came up here and thought I was just going to fuck you. No foreplay, nothing. And you’d be happy with that?”  

“It’s my first time. It doesn’t matter if it’s good. I just want it to be done.” He stared at her for a moment longer before tsking. 

“I didn’t know your standards were so low, (Y/N).” 

“Shut up and fuck me.” 

“Fine.” 

He leaned over into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a box of condoms. Something that totally slipped her mind. She’s glad he found some or they would’ve been screwed. He pushed his underwear off and sat up on his knees to slip the condom on. She’s squirming already, imagining how he’s going to feel inside of her.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” He stopped again, pulling her closer to him and spreading her thighs apart, leaving her out in the open. She shrugged at him. 

“Once.” 

“Once?” 

“Mhm.” 

“How?” 

“My fingers.” 

“Interesting,” His hands tore her underwear from her hips, down her legs, and he tossed them somewhere she couldn’t see. “Who knew you’ve been hiding this pretty pussy? Can’t believe you wanted to give it to Evan.” 

“Be quiet.” 

“What? You did.” 

“No I didn’t! He was the first person I saw tonight!” She gasped when three of his fingers swiped through her folds where she was already feeling so sensitive from not being touched yet. 

“Look at you. Dripping all over the bed and begging for me to fuck you,” He’s still not touching her the way she wants and she’s getting a bit impatient because she knows he’s doing it on purpose. “Calm down, will you? I have to stretch you out with my fingers or it’s not going to be much fun for you.” 

“Nothing about this has been fun, Harry.” She huffed, crossing her arms. 

“You’re a fucking brat, do you know that? Like you’re used to getting what you want or something. Stop rushing me or I’ll make you get dressed again and walk you home all while you’re aching for me.” 

“Sorry. Just…do whatever you have to do.” 

“God forbid I try to be nice for once. You’re so small, I don’t think I’m going to fit, even if I do stretch you out.” He laid over top of her again like he was thinking really hard about something. 

“That doesn’t actually happen.” 

“It can. You’ve never taken a cock before and since mine is so big, it might not fit,” She knows he’s messing around with her. Just another way to prolong this entire thing.

“You know, (Y/N). I’m not confident that you’ll be able to take me.” 

“I can. I…I will. I can take you, please, Harry. I need it.” Her hands gripped his shoulders again, pressing her nails into the skin. She can feel him smiling even though she has her face in his neck now. 

“Know you need it. So stop fucking crying and let me open you up a little bit, okay?” She settled back into the pillows again and watched as he found her clit immediately and rubbed over it with his thumb. Her back tensed, but she tried to relax as he continued making circles over her throbbing clit. 

“Harry…that’s so, so good.” She doesn’t know if she’s exaggerating it or not, but each roll of his thumb is sending shocks of electricity up her spine, making it really hard to keep herself still. She felt another one of his fingers run over her slit and she was almost crying by then. She knew this would be a good idea. She knew that Harry would know exactly how to make her feel good.

He started with just pressing one of his fingers inside of her. She heard him groan, but didn’t pay much attention to him because of the amount of pleasure she was in. Each thrust of his finger brushed a certain spot inside of her that’s never been touched before and it was as if she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking.

Another finger gave her just the stretch she needed. She knows that his fingers are thicker and longer than hers so he’s reaching places inside her that she didn’t even know existed. And if this is only what his fingers are doing, she can’t imagine what his cock is going to do. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight, (Y/N). You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” He’s watching her writhe around on the bed under him and despite how embarrassing that could be, she can’t even think about it. She’s completely here with him and nowhere else. Feeling with him and breathing everything in with him. 

And then it happened. Her second orgasm ever, but given to her by someone else. As soon as the ringing in her ears stopped, she tilted her head up and looked at him. 

“Kiss me?” 

He didn’t hesitate. His lips slotted to hers and he pulled himself further over her, letting her feel how hard he still is for her. And if she thinks about it too much, she realizes what that means. He must like her a little bit and not be as annoyed as he’s making himself seem. He pulled away after pecking her lips once more. 

“Ready for me?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” 

“Sure, yeah.” 

“I mean it.” 

“I know.” 

He pushed inside of her, causing her to wince for just a second. She could handle it without making too much noise, but when he stopped, she was relieved that that was it. 

“Doing okay?” He met her eyes, looking her over. She guesses to make sure she’d be honest about what he asked, but she really was okay. Better than okay because she was finally doing it. 

“I’m perfect.” While it definitely wasn’t the most comfortable experience, she figures that that part will be over soon and it will start to get enjoyable. Or maybe that’s what happens the second time you have sex. She doesn’t know quite yet. 

“Well, I’m half way in, so—”

“That’s half?” She lost her breath for a second before gripping onto his shoulders even tighter. She’s not sure she has much more room for him. 

“I told you. You can take it. Need me to pull out?” Her arms wrapped around his neck suddenly, halting him from moving in the slightest. 

“No. Keep going.” He did as she asked and by the time he stopped again, her entire body was tensed up, just until she could relax and get used to him. 

“Relax, (Y/N). If you don’t relax, it’s not going to feel good.” 

“I’m trying. You’re so…big.” 

“Thanks. I know.” She scoffed, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. He shifted so his mouth was hovered over hers. He kissed her once more before beginning to move. She couldn’t control the sounds coming out of her mouth anymore. It still didn’t feel amazing yet, but it was just different. The tingling turned into something a little more intense. Something that spread to every part of her body, making her feel like she was on fire. 

“Oh. Right there. Keep going, right there.” Just like his fingers had been before, his cock was brushing this spot inside of her that made it impossible to keep her eyes open. 

“You know. You’re not a virgin anymore. Congratulations.” His hand reached down and pulled her knee over his shoulder, opening her up even further and giving himself a new angle. He wasn’t going too hard, but as soon as he heard the noises she made from that, it was like he went faster. 

“That’s…Harry. Oh, Harry, please, I’m right there.” She was, but she knew that she might need just a bit more to push her over the edge. So, she reached down and rubbed over her clit herself, adding onto the insane amount of pleasure he was already providing her. 

“Just let go, (Y/N). I’m right there with you. Keep fucking squeezing me.” His face ended up in her neck and she felt his teeth sink into her skin and that was pretty much it for her. The sound that came out of her was one for the books. It was a mixture of his name and nothing else that made sense. All she knows is that it felt good and he was the one that did it. 

She held onto him as she came, feeling her legs shake and blinking the stars out of her eyes. He helped her lift her leg from his shoulder and then she was able to relax into the sheets under her. Harry didn’t move. He didn’t say anything either. He just laid there with his nose in her neck. 

“Are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Why not? Was it not…good? I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m—”

“None of that. It was good and that’s the problem.” He muttered and she was confused, but wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he meant. 

“Why is that a problem?” 

“Because. Now I’m going to clean you up and since it’s almost fucking three in the morning, you’re going to shut up and go to sleep. Hear me?” 

“Yes.” (Y/N) has never spent the night in anyone else’s bed either. So, this will just be another thing she can check off her list. 

Harry did everything that he said he would and by the time they both cleaned up in the bathroom off of the bedroom and made it back to the bed, (Y/N) could barely keep her eyes open. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was on her way to sleep. 

“Goodnight (Y/N). Good job too.” She felt him press his mouth to the back of her neck and rest his arm over her waist. 

“Thank you for this, Harry. It means a lot,” She yawned, nuzzling her face further into the pillow under her head. “Wait. Whose bed is this?” 

“You just let me fuck you in it like a whore, why does it matter now?” 

“I guess…it doesn’t. I don’t know. I’m really, really sleepy and you’re really, really warm.” Her voice slurred a bit before she was sleeping. 

Harry knew he was doomed from the moment he saw her walk into the party. And then she was walking around so helplessly and wanted someone to show her the way. He had to. He’s glad that he was able to get to her before anyone else did, but now he’s royally fucked. 

Harry doesn’t think he’s going to be able to let (Y/N) go. 

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(Y/N) woke up feeling really warm. 

And she sighed, feeling so content. It was a Saturday and she had no plans other than to stay in bed all day and do nothing. She relaxed. 

But she remembered she wasn’t exactly in her bed, but in a stranger’s in the frat house. She sat up quickly, not expecting to see Harry, who she completely forgot about. She lost her virginity last night and it almost slipped her mind. 

Her hands came over her mouth and she tried to tone down her smile, but it was hard. She finally did it. 

He was still sleeping, so she figured to do what was best for the both of them and quietly slip out of the bed and leave before he woke up. If she didn’t do it, he would. 

She crept to the other side of the room where her panties were laying and slid them up over her hips before searching the room for her dress. It was right next to Harry’s side of the bed, so she tried to be as quiet as possible as he continued snoozing away, having no idea that she was planning on leaving. 

She wasn’t going to bother with putting her shoes on and tying them, so she picked them up, along with her socks and made her way to the door. She hopes it’s a quiet door and she can just leave without waking him and making things awkward. She thinks getting caught leaving might be worse than still being here when he wakes up. 

Right as her hand skimmed the door knob, his voice spoke up behind her.

“The fuck do you think you’re going?” 

She froze, shutting her eyes. This can’t be happening. She could pretend she didn’t hear him, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she turned to face him. 

He looked a bit tired, but she guesses it’s just from him having woken up seconds ago. His hair was messy and he’s sitting up now so he can look at her like she’s betrayed him or something. 

“Uh, nowhere?” 

“Why are you dressed then?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“(Y/N),” He sighed, like he was disappointed. “I know you don’t know much about how these things go, but sneaking out before I wake up is very mean. You’re supposed to stay right here and cuddle me until I’m ready to take you for breakfast. I thought you were polite.” 

She opened her mouth to say something, but she really didn’t know what. 

“Sorry?” 

“I know you are. Now get those clothes off and come back here,” She did as he said and when she got back under the covers, he pulled her right into his chest and sighed. “There.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know.” (Y/N) is almost certain that this is definitely not how these things go, but being back in Harry’s arms and warm again isn’t all that bad.

“I know, pet. Just go back to sleep. It’s too early.” She felt him press a kiss to her forehead, making her smile to herself. She almost hopes that this isn’t just a one time thing because she likes it too much. But she doesn’t want to get things twisted and end up being hurt because what they did was never serious. So, she’s just going to tread lightly, even though the way his thumb is gently rubbing down her spine feels much more intimate than anything she’s ever experienced in her life.

“Is this your bed?”

“Yes, (Y/N). Took you long enough.”

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Does it? Go to sleep.”

It was quiet for maybe three seconds before (Y/N) thought of another question.

“This isn’t normal, right? I’m supposed to be leaving or something.” His hand caught her jaw and he tilted her head back until she was looking him in the eye.

“Shh. Doesn’t matter. Sleep and please know what the fuck you want for breakfast by the time you wake up.” She nodded, settling her head back on his chest when he let her go. Maybe the diner in town. They have really good pancakes.

Harry is beyond fucked. Sure, he didn’t plan to be, but now that he is, he’s not exactly upset about it. He’s always had the tiniest crush on (Y/N) now that he thinks about it. And last night just solidified it.

He’s fucked.

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This came out of nowhere but I hope you liked it!! ☺️