I had changed. But not into something sexy as Harry had wanted. I was wearing a tank top and simple shorts. They were around mid-thigh so I didn't feel too exposed.

I left my phone in my apartment and made sure to lock it. Parker had already started with a flood of messages and I definitely didn't want them. I didn't want to see them and I didn't want to think of them.

I knocked at Harry's apartment door and he opened almost immediately. He whistled as soon as he saw me and I blushed in response. He had such a reaction on me. And I didn't understand myself.

"Come in," as soon as he stepped back for me to get in. I noticed he was shirtless and barefoot. Those awesome abs were on display for my utmost pleasure.

I felt hot and bothered, as people usually said. Now I actually understood what they meant by that. I had never had someone have this much of a reaction on me. It was obvious and strange. But I wasn't complaining.

It was the first time I was getting into his apartment. It was nice. I had expected a real bachelor's pad with the cold feel. But it was more than that. It was decorated with taste and whoever had done it used warm and beautiful colors.

"Did you do this yourself?" I asked, then I was immediately taken to the first night we had seen each other, where I had asked him if he did DIY's. I was definitely an idiot.

"Do what myself?" Harry asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. I could tell his thoughts had also gone to that night and he was clearly mocking me.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and glared at him playfully, then answered, "I meant the decor. Did you do it yourself."

"No. My.. a friend of mine helped me," he said with a little pause and I was immediately curious. But I held myself from asking. We didn't know each other that well to be sharing secrets.

I sat on the first seat I saw, a blue loveseat. It was cozy and I folded my legs under my body, after taking off my slides.

I watched Harry as he went to the open bar and brought out a bottle of what was apparently whiskey. I widened my eyes a bit. I was not a great drinker. My limit was light and fruity cocktails with not a lot of alcohol in them, even though I still managed to get drunk off them. So I was going to refrain from drinking too much.

"Why do you look so scared?" Harry asked and I laughed nervously.

Did I want to let him know I wasn't experienced with alcohol? He might see me like some child. But if I said nothing was wrong, he would expect me to drink like I was used to. And honestly, I didn't know why I was overthinking everything. What was happening to me?

I looked up at Harry and realized he was still waiting for an answer. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks again and sent a thankful prayer to whoever that my skin was a bit on the darker side. And so unless you looked really closely, you wouldn't notice I was blushing.

"I- whiskey?" I knew I wasn't making any sense, so I laughed a bit then paraphrased, "I mean, I don't really drink whiskey."

Harry laughed then placed the bottle and the two glasses he had brought along on the low table in front of both of us. I looked up at him and I was starstruck. Well almost.

I felt like my thoughts were a broken record by this time, but honestly, I had never felt so attracted to someone. And we hadn't even had the chance to really talk. I knew it was just physical and it was extremely hard for that to happen to me.

He had even made me forget about the events of the day, and about Parker and immature and utterly childish ass. And that shocked me. Because usually, I found myself overthinking about everything.

"It's not like I'm going to force you to drink the whole bottle. Would you have preferred me to get you some milk and cookies?" He asked and it took me about two seconds to notice he was teasing me.

"Very funny," I said in a flat voice and he laughed. He had a nice laugh. Strange thing to notice, but it was almost like his voice. Deep and enticing.

"So you going to tell me what happened that made you look like it was the end of your world?"

The question was so long that I had to repeat it in my head to finally get the meaning. "Ugh, today was too fucking long."

Harry looked amused and I raised my brow in askance. "Swear words sound.. interesting coming out from your mouth."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, instantly curious.

He smirked, the smirk I had kind of gotten used to. "That's for you to find out," he said.

I frowned a little, then looked up at him. Our eyes met. We stared at each other for a while, traces of that teasing smirk still on his lips and automatically, my frown disappeared. As soon as I noticed it, I looked down.

What was that feeling? He was consuming me and I didn't know if he even realized it. I sighed and looked up again. He was still looking at me. And as soon as our eyes met, he chuckled a bit and looked away.

"What?" I asked with a shy smile.

"Nothing. I- nothing," Harry said and my smile grew confused. I let it go though and took the drink he was holding in my direction.

I took my first sip and immediately felt like spitting it out. I looked up at Harry with a disgusted facial expression and he burst out laughing.

I didn't find anything funny though and I let him know that. "It's not funny," I said with a threatening frown.

"Is the expression on your face supposed to scare me?" he asked and my frown increased in its intensity.

"Yes," I said, a bit annoyed that he even had to ask.

"You look like an kitten more than anything."

"Yeah and this kitten bites," I replied, putting the glass down and crossing my arms a bit petulantly. Okay. A lot petulantly.

"Really?" Harry asked and I blushed. I looked away from him. My face had never felt so hot. And my heart had never beaten so hard. Except maybe the time when my mom had caught me kissing my ex boyfriend when I was just ten.

But this was different. I kept on having to shift subtly in my chair and I couldn't keep eye contact for more than fifteen seconds.

"Do you have wine?" I asked looking up and his eyes were still on me. I willed myself not to look down, even as nervous as I felt.

"How did I know you were going to ask that?" Harry teased and I laughed.

"I'm sorry if this whiskey is shit," I teased back and laughed when he put his hand on his chest as if he had been shot.

"What? My whiskey, shit? You wound me," he said in an extremely dramatic accent and way. As if to prove his point, he drank the whole glass as if it was a shot.

I was sure my eyes were wide and I looked ridiculous. How had he done that without hurting himself?

"You.. you just did that. How are you the boss again?"

"Are you questioning my authority little flower?" Harry asked, with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Nah. We all know who's in charge here," I replied with a wide smile.

"And who might that be?" he asked. My smile, if it was humanly possible, grew even wider.

"Me of course. Who else?" I said smugly, convinced I had won. Harry smirked again and I shifted a bit in the loveseat. No one should affect another human being so easily like he affected me.

He stood up and I found myself almost eye level with his crotch, which wasn't much concealed by the sweat pants he was wearing. I blushed then looked higher at him. He started walking towards me and I raised a brow. What did he intends doing?

"Harry?" I asked and he didn't speak, but the smirk was still present on his face.

He stood in front of me and held out his hand. I hesitantly put mine in his and he helped me stand up.

"Was this all a ploy to get me to sleep with you?" I asked, whispering. I felt like talking out loud would ruin the mood or something.

"Is it working?" Harry asked and after thinking for a few seconds, I nodded. "Then yes," he continued then smirked.

I looked up at him and I noticed how long his eyelashes were. His lips were pink and I had never felt like kissing someone so bad in my entire life.

He held a strand of my hair between his thumb and forefinger then let go of it. I kept watching his movement, almost like I was in a trance.

As soon as he let go of my hair, I looked into his eyes. I felt like hiding my face in his chest or something, but I willed myself not to. He touched the shell of my ear and I shivered. We hadn't done anything yet and I was already so eager.

I closed my eyes unconsciously. "Open your eyes," Harry said and I opened them slowly. I sent out my tongue and licked my lips slowly, unaware of the effect I was having on him.

I was anticipating it. But when Harry kissed me, it was different from anything I had ever felt. I tried to take the lead, deepening the kiss but he easily took control.

My eyes had closed again without me realizing, so I opened them. Then without me willing it, they closed again. My heart was beating so quickly and pulse was throbbing.

I did not need to feel myself to know I was already wet and ready. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, if that was even possible.

A few seconds later, we drew apart from each other. I could feel his breath on my face and it did not feel as disgusting as I expected it to.

"Still doubting on who's in charge?" Harry whispered/asked and I smiled weakly.

"Definitely not," I said and I hadn't even had time to finish my sentence that he had already kissed me again.

I didn't mind. He could do it over and over again. I was not complaining. And I definitely wasn't pulling away. I could do this all night. But we had to breathe. So he pulled away.

"I thought we were supposed to talk about my day?" I asked teasing.

"Do you prefer to talk about irrelevant people or do this?" Harry asked and I laughed breathlessly.

"Definitely this." This time around, it was me who initiated the kiss. I didn't know where I was taking all this boldness from. But I didn't mind.

All of a sudden, I found myself on the very comfortable couch with him on me. I smiled slightly, a bit self conscious but his hand on my thigh took away that feeling.

My emotions were all over the place and for the first time in a while– or in my whole life even!– I felt complete. I felt woman.

I don't know how he did it, but I was laying on top of him. We were just looking at each other, doing nothing. And surprisingly, it was a fulfilling moment. I felt right and I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.

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Word count: 2010

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