oooh yes! i think youre awesome and youre writing is amazing. what if harry's girlfriend has never been kissed before (aka calling myself out here. im 21 and ive done literally nothing rip my life....)
ME NEITHER ITS OK
“Can you stop?” you groan, covering your face with your hands to hide your embarrassment. Harry seems to realize that you’re uncomfortable, and he grabs you softly, his long, spindly fingers wrapping around your wrists .
“Hey, c’mon now,” he coaxes, “’S not a big deal, angel. ‘M just surprised, s’all. Thought someone would have claimed yeh by now.”
You let out a dry, humourless laugh. “Well, they haven’t.”
“No?” he quirks an eyebrow, his hand coming up to cup the left side of your face. You look up at him with wide eyes, and he giggles a bit as he leans in. “’S this okay?”
“Yeah, yes,” you say, and you want to cringe because of the breathless quality of your voice. Harry pays it no mind, however, his smile simply widening into a grin before he ducks his head and seals his mouth to yours. You’re frozen, unsure of what to do, and your hands come up to grasp at the zipper of his sweater.
“Y’alright?” Harry asks, pulling back with a slight crease in between his brows. You nod quickly, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Yes, I just…,” you sigh, frustrated with yourself, “I don’t really know what to do. I’m sorry, God.”
“S’okay!” Harry says, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. He looks genuinely concerned. “No, don’t–don’t feel bad, Christ. Jus’…move your mouth a bit. Follow my lead, yeah?”
“I–okay,” you give in, gnawing fiercely on your bottom lip. Harry leans back in and then his mouth is once again on yours. This time, you try to imitate his movements, his lips guiding you into a pattern that you try to pick up quickly. His right hand has snuck down to cup the nape of your neck, and you feel yourself relaxing just a bit as he smirks into the kiss.
“Better?” he asks when you both pull back for air. His cheeks are a little pink, flushed with the rosy colour. His chest rises and falls as he breathes in deeply, looking like he wants nothing more than to dive in again.
You purse your lips to keep from smiling. “Yeah. That was…really nice, actually.”
Harry feigns offense, clutching at his heart dramatically. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
“No!” you laugh, tossing your head back, “I just meant–like, I’ve never–”
“Just teasin’, love,” Harry chuckles quietly, cutting off your senseless rambling as he kisses you again.