*Norah's POV*

"Harder," I moaned, my head falling against the arm rest of the couch. I was on my hands and knees with my elbows and forehead on the arm rest, Harry kneeling behind me as he continued to pound into my shaking body.

I had already come three times, once from his amazingly skilled tongue and the other two times from good old-fashioned sex. But even though I was tired, weak and sweaty, I could still feel my fourth ōrgasm building in my stomach.

"Fúck Norah, you feel so good wrapped around me baby," Harry panted as he leaned down and peppered kisses across my shoulders. I could feel his long hair tickling my spine and I giggled, which made him laugh as he kissed the corner of my mouth. "Oh shit, I think I'm going to come."

"Not yet," I practically begged. "I'm so close, please hold it."

"Norah," he groaned. "That's not really how it works, sweetheart."

"Please."

He grunted and I felt his large hand reach around me and begin to tease my clīt, pleasuring me in a completely different but equally satisfying way.

"Harry," I whimpered softly. He was going so deep I swear my organs had to shift, but there was no pain. Just pleasure and agonizingly overwhelming euphoria. "Shit. I'm so close. Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Let go, baby," he purred into my ear. "Let go for me."

I couldn't help but scream his name as I unraveled, my name falling from his mouth soon after. My whole body was on fire, I felt so perfectly satisfied right then that I never wanted to move. Harry apparently felt the same way because he didn't even bother pulling out as he collapsed on top of me.

"Fúck," he grinned breathlessly. "That was amazing, Norah."

I nodded and he shifted me so we were basically spooning, his back against the back of the couch and me on the edge.

"Where are your parents?" I asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Out of town for three more days."

"Oh my god," I suddenly realized, sitting up so fast Harry winced a little. "We just had sex on your mom's couch."

"Yes, and?"

"And that's disgusting! Now every time she sits on it..."

"Calm down," Harry rolled his eyes. "She won't ever know."

"That's almost worse," I sighed, flopping back onto Harry's chest. He laughed and held me against his body, his lips leaving playful kisses down my neck and shoulder as I giggled.

"I could flip the cushions over?" he offered once we both caught our breaths.

"Please," I nodded. He stood up and set me gently on my feet, kissing my forehead gently before turning his attention to the cushions.

"Um, Harry?" I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. He turned slightly and a dimpled grin appeared on his face, his curls sweaty and hanging in his face as he finished the cushions.

"Yeah?"

"This won't change anything between us, right?"

"No, of course not," he answered quickly. "Of course not baby. It's just sex, literally a penis in a vagina."

"Ew, stop!" I laughed, pressing my forehead to his bare chest. "That's gross."

"Anyways," he continued with a grin. "We still have our feeling towards each other. They're not going to change just because we have sex."

I nodded and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pressing us as close as we could possibly be.

"I love you, Norah," he smiled into my scalp. "I really love you a lot."

"I love you too," I replied with a small kiss to his collarbone.

"Let's get you cleaned up, baby girl," he chuckled, pulling away slightly. "I'm taking you shopping."

"Shopping for what?"

"I want to take you out tonight, like really out. Like a normal couple, you know?"

"A normal couple," I scoffed. "Yeah right."

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"Norah, seriously," Harry groaned. "For the millionth time, you look perfect in both."

I spun around in the black dress and looked in the mirror, biting my lip as my eyes scanned the smooth material now hanging on my frame.

"But maybe the white one looks better," I sighed. "I think this one makes me look fat."

"Nothing in this entire universe could make you look fat," Harry grinned, shaking is head at me. He was sitting on a plushy chair in the large dressing room with his elbows on his knees, looking absolutely delicious in a white V-neck and dark jeans, his signature cross necklace dangling in the air.

I rolled my eyes and scampered back into my dressing room, emerging a second later in the white dress that made me look incredibly tan, along with pushing up my boobs so I didn't look like a twelve year old boy for once.

"Wow," he breathed as I reappeared. His mouth was hanging open slightly and I watched in the mirror as he raked his long fingers through his hair. "Definitely this one."

"Really?"

"Yes," he nodded with a grin. "You look...wow."

"This one it is then," I smiled. As I was hanging the dresses up in the dressing room, my mind wandered to Harry and me. I loved him, of course I loved him. I had always loved Harry Styles from the moment I met him.

But lately I felt different around him. I wanted to impress him, I wanted to show him that I was pretty and smart and funny, even though he already said I was all of those things. It was like I was trying to validate myself but I couldn't figure out why. Harry loved me too, he told me all the time. So there was no reason for me to try to prove to him that I was love-able.

"Norah," Harry's voice said from just outside the door. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered quickly. "Just um...hanging up the dress."

He didn't say anything else and I heard his deep sigh as he sunk onto the chair again, his lips probably pulled into a scowl like always.

"Finally," he groaned as I came out and stood in front of him. "I practically had time to grow a beard, Norah."

"Sorry," I mumbled. He took the dress from my hands and began to walk towards the register but I stopped him.

"There's no way you're paying for this," he cut me off before I had time to open my mouth. "And if anything but okay comes out of that pretty little mouth, I swear to god I won't let you come for a week."

I shut my mouth and judging from the smirk on his face, that was the right thing to do.

"Your girlfriend looked beautiful in this," I heard the young girl working the register say. "Good choice."

"Oh she's not my girlfriend," Harry chuckled. "Just a friend."

"So you're single then?"

Harry looked straight at me before answering, his reply twisting my stomach until I felt like I might throw up.

"Definitely single."

I turned away after that and preoccupied myself with some jewelry so I wouldn't have to listen to him talk anymore. It was a horrible thing to say in front of me, even if we weren't together we were still something.

So when I felt his presence next to me, I didn't say anything. And when he put his hand on my thigh in the car, I shifted away. When he told me to wait so he could come open my door, I got out and walked home.

"Norah, wait!" he called after me. "Norah, come on baby."

"I don't want to talk to you," I said quietly. It was the first time in probably our entire lives that I had ever said that to him, and the look on his face gave away just how much it upset him for me to say that. "Just leave me alone."