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looselucy · 7 years ago

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The Forgotten Lane

October 25th I’d spent at least half an hour looking over the three short words that Harry had text me, trying to make sense of them, wondering if he’d maybe sent them to the wrong person. H: Come to mine.

It didn’t seem right to me! I knew for a fact he was incredibly private and sensitive when it came to his home, so to suddenly be invited round so flippantly didn’t exactly add up. I couldn’t comprehend it. I was sat behind the counter in the shop, staring at my phone, brows low, Louis pottering around and sorting out everything for the next day, not noticing my state of confusion. I hadn’t replied to the text, because what the hell was I supposed to say? The only thing I’d even been able to think of replying was simply questioning if he’d accidentally sent it to me, but as much doubt as there was, deep down I knew it was for me. I imagined he wanted to address what had happened the day before in our one on one session, smooth things over, get back to normal. We’d both gotten so carried away, lost in the heat of the moment; we needed to talk about it all, make sure we didn’t let it fester and become something so awkward we couldn’t move on from it. I liked Harry a lot, I liked spending time with him and having him be a part of my small group of friends, I didn’t want to ruin that, and I imagined he didn’t either. The whole reason I thought he hadn’t taken Chloe up on her many offers was because he liked having friends, and what we’d done had the potential to ruin that. We needed to talk, that much was clear, but I hadn’t thought he’d want to do that at his house. “Quiet day today.” Louis groaned, making me finally lift my eyes from my phone screen. “Yeah, I guess so. How do you fancy taking tomorrow off and just opening for the weekend?” “You think?” “Yeah, why not. I’m aching like fuck today anyway, I think I need a day in bed.” “Harry’s class?” “Yeah.” “How’re they going?” He asked. “Yeah, good!” I tried to be casual about it, even though all I could think of was his hand down my pants. “He’s really good. Really knows what he’s talking about. He’s slowing killing me, but in a good way.” “Good, I like that. I like that you’re feeling better. You seem better, recently. It’s good.” “I do feel loads better.” “Good. Oh and uh… Tom finally heard back from Sam, y’know.” Although I’d never told him, and I trusted that Harry had kept the whole thing quiet too, I think Louis knew on some level that something had happened between me and Sam, the thing that had made me so tense, the thing that resulted in him leaving. I was sure he couldn’t fully guess at exactly what had taken place, but I figured he had a loose idea that something negative and aggressive had happened just before he left. I could tell by the way he asked about Harry’s classes, about how I was feeling, updating me on what he knew about Sam and his whereabouts. I might have been wrong, but me and Louis had been good friends for a long time, and we knew each other exceptionally well. “Really?” “Yeah. He rang, said he’s with his mum for now. I don’t think he’s coming back, Alf.” “Oh. Did Tom tell you that?” “Yeah. He was at the pub last night. Why didn’t you come?” “Um… I was knackered. I just wanted to go to bed.” I hadn’t really been able to face any more time around Harry, which was already proof of how badly we needed to sort things out. The group class had been hard enough, seeing him with fresh eyes that way; by the time I’d gotten home my bottom lip was redraw thanks to how much I’d be gnawing on it, just watching him. I was knackered and flustered and I had just wanted to go home, sleep it off. I’d woken up that morning not feeling much better. “Right then, shall we shut up shop?” Louis clapped his hands together, clearly eager to get home. “Let’s do it.” We were out the door a few minutes later, Louis practically skipping down to the street to get home, calling his goodbyes over his shoulder. I lingered, watching him go, waiting until he was out of sight, having a split second where I thought I should just go upstairs and call it a night, but then I changed my mind, heading towards the bridge, towards Harry’s home. I was absurdly nervous, checking around myself to make sure the streets were quiet, that no one was seeing where I was going. I didn’t want my trip to his place to be the new town gossip, I didn’t want the gang finding out I’d gone to his house, because it was bound to bring up questions that I couldn’t answer. Thankfully, it looked pretty quiet, and that combined with my speed-walking meant that I was soon making my way down the dingey path towards his home completely out of sight, without being spotted. His house was buried rather deep into the woodland, hidden away from the rest of Rosebury, as he clearly desired. The road beneath my feet was barely there, two tracks leading around a corner, the setting sun disappearing behind the tall trees, swelling my anxiety. I wrapped my arms around my frame, feeling increasingly cold, wondering why on earth someone would want to live in an area like that, where it was so dark and cold and secluded when such a gorgeous village was sitting just minutes away, bright and green and welcoming. That was until I turned the corner and his house came into view. It was beautiful, not just the house, but the whole area around it. It was like the sun was shining directly down onto it, searching through the shrubbery and finding it, making the whole building glow. He’d worked wonders on it. What had once been a beaten and chilling building was now absolutely stunning, like he’d renewed the beauty I was sure it had once had. Everything seemed so fresh, the white paint making the building look like a welcoming haven, a representation of perfect escapism. It was unreal. I was in awe. I couldn’t believe that someone my age lived there, had done all that work by himself. Him being away from things suddenly made sense. I picked up the speed before I lost my nerve, bolting up the stairs onto the porch at the front of his home, going straight up to the door and knocking a few times before wrapping my arms back around me, going back to biting my lip, impatiently waiting for an answer. A few seconds later, the door swung open. He looked both baffled and happy seeing me there. He smiled, brows low, clearly much calmer about the whole thing than I was. “Hi.” He grinned. “Hi.” “You wanna come in?” “Uh… Okay. Thanks.” He stood aside, holding the door open for me as I stepped indoors. I’d felt okay immediately after what had happened between us, we hadn’t let things be awkward or uncomfortable, but after some time out of his company, I felt as awkward as I knew I would. “Let me take your coat.” He offered. “Thank you.” I shrugged it off and he hung it beside the front door, accompanying many others. He looked at me again, likely gathering how uncomfortable I was feeling. “You wanna brew?” He offered. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” “How do you take it?” “Um,” I’d taken the sentence much more sexually than he’d offered it. “Milk, no sugar.” “Okay, c’mon, through here.” He walked through into the room on our right, me following behind, looking around myself as I went, finally getting a bit of an insight to the boy who’d moved to our village and been so quiet about himself, seeing a space I didn’t think I’d ever get to see. I could tell he’d spent a lot of money restoring the glory of the place whilst also making it his own. We’d walked into his living room, sofas I immediately wanted to sink into facing the windows, art on the walls, a large log fire in the corner of the room. There were still a few things that clearly needed organising, boxes and piles of things that had yet to find their home, but nothing could take away the affect of all the work he’d put into building such a beautiful home. “Harry, this is stunning.” I commented. “Dining rooms through there,” He gestured to a door to the left, walking forward. “Um, got a reading room at the other side of the house. Just bedrooms and stuff upstairs, the usual.” “You’ve done an amazing job with it.” “Thanks.” I began to question all the more why he wanted to keep that place private, and why that had changed for just me. We wandered through the door at the far side of his room, finding ourselves in the kitchen. Before I could even look at the actual kitchen itself, my eyes immediately wandered to the left of the room, noticing deep red curtains, closed, blocking out a part of his home from sight. There was a very minor gap, enough that I could see glass, but nothing else. I shot my eyes away from the part of his house I clearly wasn’t supposed to see as soon as I heard him flick the kettle on, looking anxiously around the room, remaining quiet. There was something exceptionally intriguing about Harry. From the tattered pink converse on his feet to the word TOLBINY that he’d painted messily onto what was otherwise a pristine, white wall. Although he’d invited me into his home, I still felt like I was intruding. His life was laced within every single aspect of the room, chipped mugs and dinted floorboards and boxes that he had yet to unpack. There wasn’t much I knew about the boy ahead of me, mainly that he liked to drink local beer and had recently taught me how to near kill a man if I wanted to, but his silence, and the sights of his life, made me want to learn more. “So,” He said, turning and leaning against his kitchen counter. “You wanna fuck?” “I’m sorry?” My eyes were immediately like saucers. “Do you want to fuck?” He asked again, looking directly at me. I fell silent, just staring at him. He was so fucking casual, waiting for me to find some words, acknowledge his proposition. He simply folded his arms, his face flat, relaxed, like he’d asked me the most simple and platonic question he could, nonchalantly awaiting my response. “Uh…” I grumbled, slowly managing to speak. “I dunno. I-I can’t say I’ve thought about it.” “Really? I have.” He shrugged. “You have?” “Yeah, and I think we should.” “Oh! Right… Well… Shit.” “I think there’s an energy between us and I wanna explore it.” He was still so cool, collected. “No pressure, if you don’t want to, but… I haven’t stopped thinking about what happened in our class yesterday. I’m driving myself mad with the thought of you, so… Yeah. The offers on the table.” I didn’t know how to respond. I could barely process what he’d said, never mind think up an answer to his proposal. I was dumbfounded. “Um… I… I don’t really know what to say.” “That’s not a good sign.” He smirked. “No! I mean… It’s a very nice offer, I’m just a bit… taken aback. A bit confused.” “Confused?” “Yeah… I mean… I dunno. So… Okay. Well… Do you- No. So-” “You’re struggling.” He sniggered. “I know. You’re messing with my head.” I laughed with him. “So… I mean, did you just wanna do it the once?” “Um… I dunno. Multiple, preferably.” “Shit.” “I was thinking we could do that whole… friends with benefits, thing. Just sex. Whenever we want it.” That did sound obscenely tempting. With Rosebury being so small and everyone knowing everyone, since breaking up with Sam, sex sort of felt like it wasn’t even an option for me and wouldn’t be for quite some time. I’d been trying to make my peace with that, but it hadn’t been easy. This thought of having sex with someone, with fucking Harry of all people, definitely had its appeal. “Um… Can I… have some time to think about it? You’ve kinda… caught me off guard.” “Really? I thought I made it pretty obvious yesterday.” He grinned. “I actually think I made myself obvious a few times.” “You did?” “Yep. You don’t pick up on this stuff, do you?” “I guess not.” “Take your time though. I’m not… rushing you, or anything. If you wanna go away and think about it, I get it.” “Yeah, I think I need some time. I mean, it could get complicated.” “Not if we don’t let it.” He shrugged. “It’d be ours, no one else needs to know. Finally Rosebury would have a secret.” I smiled, wanting to tell him that he was enough of a mystery all by himself, but instead I simply blushed, and began the process of getting out of there, backing out the door, so I could have a minor meltdown and think about the deal he’d offered me. “I need to… weigh up my options.” I took a few steps backwards. “Forget the brew, I’m uh… M’gunna go home, think about it. I’ll let you know.” “Alright, that’s fair. I’ll see you out.” I wasn’t too sure how I was feeling as I made my way back to his front door, really. In a way, I was flattered! Harry was interesting on every level possible, but besides that he was insanely attractive, appealing in every way a person possibly could be. He’d had Chloe practically flinging herself at him since he’d arrived and he’d done nothing about it, and I imagined he’d had similar everywhere he went. I couldn’t figure why it was that he was drawn to me, but I was thrilled by the fact he was. However, I did feel like I needed to give it all serious consideration. It would be another secret to add onto my ever-growing pile, another lie, another thing to hide. Introducing this new dynamic to our friendship could easily get messy, too. I needed to think all of this over before I decided what was the best thing to do. I was hoping I could be sensible, think logically. Harry stood by my side as I put my coat back on, keeping his eyes on me as I gave him a small smile, wishing I could reach his level of calmness. “Um… So I’ll let you know.” “No rush.” He said again, opening the door for me. “Thanks.” “Uh, one thing, before you go.” With speed, he reached his hand behind my neck, practically yanking me forward to annihilate the gap between our bodies, lowering his head and pushing his lips to mine. The kiss was hard, lustful, frenzied. Our tongues met almost instantly, Harry moving his hand to grasp at my cheek, one of my hands routing through his hair as the other pulled on his t-shirt, dragging him closer to me. I couldn’t believe that was the first time I’d kissed him given what had happened in his gym less than 24 hours earlier. We’d been so ridiculously intimate, and yet this was the first time I’d felt his lips on mine. He pulled at my waist, the two of us both clearly needing to be as close as possible, our bodies crashing together, my tongue loving his. I was breathless and gutted when he pulled away, his mouth still agape, forehead pushed against mine. “Okay.” I took a step back and began shrugging my coat off, letting it drop to the floor behind me. “I made my mind up.” “What?” “We’re doing this.” I slammed the door shut. “Alf-” “Don’t talk.” I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me, kissing him again. For a while, he couldn’t question any more than that, taking my waist in his hands again and stumbling with me so he could back me up against the wall, groaning into our kiss. That was all it had taken for my to throw logic away, one kiss, one moment, and I was totally carried away with his plan. I couldn’t have walked out the door after that; I’d had two tastes of him and I was utterly starving. “Are you sure about this?” He gasped against my lips, barely halting the kiss to speak. “Yes.” “Thank fuck.” He smirked. “Let’s go upstairs.” “We could…” I stopped the kiss, catching my breath and smacking my head against the wall behind me. “We could go to mine, if you want? I know you’re private about your house. I don’t wanna-” “I trust you.” He told me. “I’m… I’m okay having you here.” He'd seemed somewhat unsure when he said that, but I thought maybe this was him pushing his own boundaries as much as he could. When we’d been in the pub the other week and he’d gotten so tense over the thought of having people in his home, after talking with him outside it appeared to me like it was something he wanted to change, like he wanted to stretch his own limits, open up a little more. Even if he was simply starting with me, it felt like a step forward. “As long as you’re okay with it.” I spoke quietly. “I want you in my bed. It’s all I can think about. I want you here, I’m okay with you being here. I promise.” “Okay, good. I wanna be here.” “Then let’s go upstairs.” “Oh shit.” I suddenly went into a small state of panic. “I was not prepared for this! I haven’t shaved my legs!” “Do you really think I give a fuck?” He sniggered. “I dunno! I give a fuck though!” “Okay, so you can go home and shave your legs, or you can stop caring and get upstairs.” A smile grew in the corner of his mouth, the backs of his fingers smoothing up my tights as he grabbed the bottom of my skirt, slowly bunching it upwards. “M'gunna have to… not give a fuck, aren’t I?” “Best to start that way,” He shrugged, tweaking one brow. “Because we’re gunna be doing this a lot. I’m not gunna expect you to have freshly shaved legs every time I turn up at your door.” “You’re gunna be turning up at my door?” “If I’m welcome.” “You’re definitely welcome.” I groaned, pulling his head closer so I could kiss him again. I was excited by the thought of it, the idea of him turning up at my flat whenever he pleased, us doing this so regularly, having it become part of my routine. I’d not even slept with him once and yet I couldn’t fucking wait for it to happen again. He was grinning into our kiss, pushing his groin against me as his hands snaked upwards and clasped around my neck, soon pulling me away from the wall, dragging us towards the stairs. We gradually made our way upwards, finding it difficult to detach our bodies, which resulted in slight stumbles and intervals where we were too involved in our kiss to move, but eventually we found ourselves on level ground, Harry clasping at my hair briefly before pulling away from me entirely. “Gimme a second.” He spoke quietly. “Round the corner, last door.” “Okay.” I whispered back. “Don’t be long.” “I won’t.” His grin was one of pleasure and excitement, tugging at my skirt again as he backed away from me, walking through a door on his right into what looked like the bathroom from my small glimpse, leaving me to gather myself and make my way through his home on my own. Even the hallway was impressive; it was so large that he had a sofa there, an ideal reading spot, the sun seeping in through the windows, the room aglow thanks to it, even the shadows seeming light and airy. There were two doors on the left, the first shut tight, the second looking like a bedroom, but my focus was getting into the door at the end of the hall right ahead of me. I was baffled as soon as I got inside. There were plants everywhere. The room was large, long, two giant windows at the far end, allowing a beautiful flood of light to complement the off-white room and give life to the plants in there. There were so many, a mixture of species and sizes, an illusory burst of colour in what would have otherwise been an extremely plain room. He'd gathered most of them down near the windows, but there were a few up beside his bed, which was low, barely off the light wood floor, a dishevelled, plain duvet strewn on top. There was literally nothing else in there. No wardrobe, drawers, just his bed and this jungle of greenery gathering at the end of his room. I was bewildered by it. Before I could go and inspect closely, Harry stepped into the room, a condom clutched between his fingers. Somehow, it only really sunk in what we were about to do in that moment. “Shit. We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I gasped, eyes glued to the condom. “If you want. Are you having second thoughts?” “No, I’m just… It’s all happening very quickly. I was not expecting this.” “Why did you think I asked you to come round?” He couldn’t contain his smile. “I thought you were gunna say like… how much you regretted what happened yesterday!” I cried. “Well… I don’t regret what happened, so that’d be a weird thing for me to say.” He laughed. “Why would I?” “It was all just a bit… heat of the moment.” I shrugged. “I like the heat. I want more moments.” I liked how forward he was being. I knew I’d be feeling much more hesitant if it wasn’t for how straight-talking he was, how obvious he was making himself. I thought if we were both feeling how I was, unsure, nervous, we’d just overthink the whole thing before it could even happen. “I… I do too.” I replied. “Yeah?” “Definitely.” “Good.” He grinned, then tipping his head backward. “C’mere.” Biting my lip, I slowly made my way towards him, noticing him sliding the condom into his pocket, reaching for me as soon as he could, his hands grasping around my neck, lowering his mouth back to mine. We started gently, his smile still detectable against my lips, but it didn’t take long for things to intensify, driven by me taking the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it upwards, letting him drag it off completely as I did the same with my own, breaking our kiss for only a second or so before we were all over one another again, Harry grabbing at my waist and walking the two of us closer to his bed. I ran my hands through his hair as he tugged viciously at my skirt, yanking it downwards so that it dropped to the floor, his fingers then immediately lifting to tweak the clasps of my bra, his work done in a second, pulling it off my body. Our lips parted so that I could lean and drag my tights downwards, pulling my knickers with them as quickly as I could, moving to put my lips on his chest as soon as possible, loving the feeling of his soft, warm skin against my mouth, his hands always finding their way back to my body. “Lay down.” He requested, voice deep. It was strange how comfortable I was feeling as I fell down onto his bed, completely nude, keeping my eyes on him. There was something about the way he made me feel, this sense of ease, like everything that was happening was so natural, a given, like we’d already been doing this for months. He had created this atmosphere where there was no pressure, no expectations, nothing too serious that I couldn’t handle. I never thought on my way there, when I had been so apprehensive, that I’d be laying on his bed wearing nothing and feeling self-assured doing so less than an hour later. He was untying his laces as I made myself comfortable, tugging his shoes off and then throwing them across the room as soon as he could, his hands next moving to the belt around his pants, his movements sharp and harsh and quick as he yanked it loose, making me all the more eager for what was about to come. He retrieved the condom from his pocket before pulling his pants down completely, only giving me a second to eye up the size of him before he was on the bed and climbing over to me, finding himself between my legs, his lips back on mine. I felt his hand on mine, which made me open my own wide, expecting him to weave our fingers together, but he simply placed the condom in my hand. “Will you put it on?” He hushed. “Okay.” I whispered back to him. He kissed me briefly before biting beautifully at my bottom lip as he dragged himself away from me so he was knelt proudly upright on the bed, grasping his hand lightly around his dick, pulling gingerly up and down as I sat forward, tearing the wrapper of the condom with my teeth. I took that as my moment to fully inspect how large he was, how it even seemed to drown the vast circumference of his hand, striking in both length and girth, which he clearly knew judging from the smug look I caught on his face once I’d finally torn my eyes away. Staring down to me, he let go of himself, waiting for me to take him in my hands, put the condom on. Before I did, and still looking up to him, I reached up just to position him, before slowly edging my mouth closer, first flattening and then running my tongue up the underside of his length, from the base of his dick right to the tip, taking my time, refusing to blink, encouraged by the way he stared back, bit his lip, leisurely ran his hand through my hair. I took him into my mouth, closing my eyes so I could concentrate solely on the way it felt for me, almost distracted by the way he groaned, pushing his hips forward just slightly. I lost patience quickly, desperate to be with him, pulling my head back and taking him back into my hand, rolling the condom onto him as swiftly as I could. His hand was already in my hair as the condom snapped into place, pulling down on it with just enough strength to force my gaze back to him as he brought our bodies back together, lowered his mouth to mine and we lay down. I widened my legs so he could land between them. “Are you sure?” He asked me one last time. “Just fuck me.” “Yes, boss.” He grinned, licking over his lips as he guided himself into me. I hadn’t necessarily been expecting the zap of pain that crossed through me once he was fully inside, making me suck in a harsh sting of air, my face tightening. I’d been naive to just how big he was. I hadn’t been with anyone other than Sam in my whole life, who was by no means small, but nothing compared to Harry. I just hadn’t been expecting it to feel so different, for there to be such a noticeable change. “Are you okay?” He asked, a little panicked. “Mm.” I nodded, unconvincingly. “You… You’re big.” “Yeah.” He let out a small chuckle. “Gimme a sec.” “Okay.” “Maybe… move, a little.” “Okay.” He complied, keeping watch on my face, trying to gather how much pain I was in. “M’sorry, this isn’t sexy.” I chuckled as he slowly pursed his hips my way. “I actually think you’re insanely sexy.” He practically groaned. “Really?” “You wouldn’t fucking believe how attracted I am to you.” He kept his movements steady, gradually grinding into me, and then slowly back out, lowering his head and placing soft kisses against my neck, whispering his next words. “I’ve been losing my mind.” With his words and the way he’d been moving, my body began to accept what was happening, those shots of pain disappearing and being replaced entirely by pleasure, burying my head into the cushion, giving him complete access to my neck. I couldn’t imagine him losing his mind over the thought of me, but hearing that he’d been feeling that way introduced an overbearing smile to my lips, my heart beating harder. “How do you feel?” He asked against my skin. “Amazing.” “Am I hurting you?” “No.” “Good.” With that confirmation, he picked up both the pace and the strength of his thrusts, bringing his mouth back around to hover against mine as he released a gasp of air onto my lips, clearly quite relieved. It felt so exciting to be with someone new. Already, I was experiencing an enthralling level of exhilaration, just being with him, tracking my hands down the side of his body, feeling his lips pattering sweetly against mine. Kissing someone new and taking in how different he felt even so soon was intoxicating, never mind everything else he was doing, all the feelings he was inflicting. He pressed one hand against the wall behind me, his body elevating upwards as his other hand found my breast, his touch heavy and harsh, driving into me striking vigour. His satisfaction was so visible upon his features, so much so I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, watching etches of joy make minor changes to his eyes, lips, the colour of his skin, this timid pink that flourished over his cheeks. I couldn’t believe I was there, with Harry, in his house, his naked body atop mine. Only 24 hours earlier, nothing had happened between us, he still felt new, this person I knew so little about, had seen so little of. We’d spent quite a lot of time with him since he moved to our village in August, but he had still felt hidden, an intricate netting of secrets that I hadn’t even tried to unpick. Simply by being in his home and being with him had made my fingers itch, yearning to pick away at him, discover more, see if I could figure him out. I agreed with his plan, that what we were doing should be strictly based around sex; I’d just got out of a five year relationship, I wasn’t looking for love or commitment, I wanted fun and freedom. But he was too interesting, it felt like a basic instinct, the way I wanted to dive into his soul. I was clawing at his skin, searching over him, from his backside right up to his neck, amazed by how good I felt, the pressure of his body with mine. It dawned on me then that there might have been some tensions building up between us that I hadn’t really noticed until the day before, or maybe not even then. Being with him felt like pure liberation. He lowered back down to me so that his body smothered mine, so close it was like every inch of him was mine, kissing me fully once again like he’d been craving it ever since our lips last parted. There was something about his kiss, completely hypnotic. It was so forceful, concentrated, like her was putting every ounce of himself into it. “You’re bliss.” He groaned, our bodies turning together thanks to his strong hold on mine, so we were on our sides, my arms lacing around his neck. I should have known that intensity I felt from his classes would transfer to how he was in the bedroom, not just in the way he moved but how he spoke, his confidence, his poise, the way it all seemed to be flowing so authentically. Even after so many years with Sam, so often we were still clumsy with one another, like we’d never fully understood the others body, like there had been this connection missing between us and we’d chosen to ignore it. Yet this was my first time with Harry and it was so smooth, like it was all just happening around us, supple, stunning. He lost his hands within my hair, biting at my lip, the jolts of his hips moving from tranquil and sweet to sudden stings, rapid, severe. “Touch me.” I asked almost desperately. He did as I’d asked in seconds, sneaking his hand down between our bodies so he could press his fingertips against my clit, smoothing down between my folds for a second before lifting back up, having felt how wet I was, how wet he’d made me. Letting out a satisfied groan, he lolled his head backwards, so I immediately flung forward and began kissing at his neck, feeling his Adams-apple rebound below my lips, his free hand still in my hair, tangling further. I couldn’t keep track of my own hands, one second they were in his hair, the next they was voyaging down his back, like I had to really feel every inch of him to believe it was happening. I began panting pathetically against his neck thanks to the way he was touching me, Harry dipping his chin so he could see my face again, watch me begin to unwind. “Are you close?” He asked. “So close.” “Me too.” I found that so appealing, his admittance that he was close to his end. Sam’s ego had always forced him to hold out for as long as he could even when that meant pleasure was replaced with frustration, his concentration focused solely on lasting for as long as he could, like that was where I drawing my pleasure from. I liked that Harry was blunt, admitted it, was okay with it. There was nothing to be forced, no pretences, no bravado. Abruptly, he reached and grabbed my chin, holding my head in place and joining our lips again, completely controlling, but in a way that made me feel like my damn insides were melting, rolling my hips even closer to him, my moans brushing between our lips. “I like how loud you are.” He managed to grin. “I fucking loved it when you covered my mouth yesterday.” I pulled at his hair. “I wanna hear you this time.” I hadn’t realised just how close I was, until he said his next few words. “Scream for me.” He rolled us back over so he was on top again, his thrusts so fucking intense that I lost myself within mere seconds, conforming to his request, snapping my neck and losing my senses as I came, trembling beneath him. I was completely lost in it. I was floored and awed and when I eventually opened my eyes and saw his face, those feelings strengthened, just capturing that brief moment, where his eyes were locked on me and I knew he’d drank in every single moment of my orgasm, what it had done to me. I was still woozy when he started kissing me again, his hand on my jaw, his grunts partnering up with his thrusts, only last a few more seconds before he had to stop to accommodate his ejaculation, gritting his teeth, scrunching his nose, resting his forehead on mine. I watched him in the same way I knew he had watched me. His face eventually unclenched, keeping his forehead on mine, eyes closed, chest pulsating so much that it could reach mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, smiling slightly as I spoke. “Do you always look so angry when you come?” He laughed huskily, opening his eyes but not distancing. “I dunno, I’ve never seen it.” He sniggered. “Once wanked in the mirror, but I closed my eyes for the finale.” “Thanks for that… mental image.” “You like it?” One brow tweaked. “Mm, I do.” “You’re welcome. I’ll give you some more real-life stuff to go off, in the future, if that’s alright.” “I’m totally fine with that.” “And you can tell me if… I always look so angry when I come. When you’ve had a few more experiences and we know for sure.” “Sounds amazing. I can’t wait to give you some feedback on that.” We were kissing again before I could even fathom it, no less lustful than it had been the first time he kissed me, and during our most heated moments. It took some time, but eventually the kiss cooled down, and Harry fell to the side of the bed, the two of us laying side by side. The authenticity of our current situation was returning quickly, feeling strange when I kept my eyes on the ceiling as he took the condom off, simply hearing it snap away from his skin. The two of us then resumed our silence, staring upwards, taking it all in, still catching our breath, coming down from our highs. “That was-” “Yeah.” He agreed, understanding from the tone of my voice alone. “It’s uh… Yeah. It’s what I had in mind.” “I hope that’s a good thing.” “Yeah, it’s a very good thing. The legs were a little hairier than I’d been expecting, but-” “Fuck off!” I leaned across and hit his arm hard, smiling at his loud sniggering. “I hate you!” He continued chuckling away to himself after faking some pain, laying his hand on his chest, delightfully closing his eyes. I liked quipping with him so soon after we’d finished, still feeling at ease by his side, because whenever we went silent, I was reminded of the possible implications of what we’d done, how awkward and complicated things could get. We seemed to have a good connection, one that was likely to see us through this, I was just hoping that I wouldn’t overthink everything and ruin something for myself, something I really wanted. There were glimmers of hope that were bright, ones that were telling me we could do this, we could have this kind of relationship without it ruining anything. Our impromptu workout had introduced a prompt flood of exhaustion, my eyes closing themselves and then struggling to open again, my subconscious slipping to somewhere foreign when I felt Harry moving around, leaning to grab the duvet and cover the two of us. “I should probably go.” I spoke torpidly. “I’m falling asleep.” “Or you could stay, and we’ll do that again when we wake up.” “No, yeah, that’s a much better idea.” I groaned, rolling on my side and snuggling up. “Ignore me.” “Can’t ignore you,” He sounded just as tired. “That’s my problem.” I opened one eye as slyly as I could, watching him make himself comfortable, his words subconsciously making the corners of my lips lift. I could almost see it then, as I took a few seconds to myself of simply staring at him, how relieved he was. I loved that thought, of me being on his mind so much, of him wanting me so much that this moment was one of utter ecstasy, enough to bring harmony reigning through his figure, fatigue painting over his whole body in pink and red. I had one more question that I just had to ask before we slipped away. “How come you have so many plants in here?” He looked down to the bottom end of his room, eyes searching through the jungle he’d made, seeming to look for an answer to a question he’d probably never been asked before; judging by how isolated he was, he probably hadn’t had anyone there to see that and question it before. “I dunno, really.” He answered quietly. “I guess… I like having something to look after.” And although I knew so little about Harry, that made perfect sense to me. From what I’d seen of him, the sparse information I had, it seemed entirely conceivable that he would be the type of person who liked to take care of things, nurture them, and keep them at their finest. We didn’t say another word, we simply drifted off to sleep, side by side, blissfully unaware of what we’d gotten ourselves into.

#lets do it #blueprint of Harry's house now availbe with the HBS Extras #go explore #HAPPY BLOODY SUNDAY #CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS #HBS12 #EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

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something new I'm working on (Again, rewritten)

Chapter One

Pilot.

He had applied for the job the same day he was accepted, his new boss took one good look at him and threw an apron over the counter.

"Ever worked in a coffee shop before?" Sam, the owner had asked him and Kurt had shrugged thoughtfully.

"No... but I spend a lot of time in them." He'd replied.

Blue eyes had stared hard at Kurt, before he nodded. "Good enough, get behind the counter and start serving." Kurt was taken a back but threw the black material over his clothes and did a small jog, lifting the lid of the counter and taking up station behind the cash register. Sam had looked back over his shoulder, "Oh, and be friendly."

"How do you know I'm not a serial killer?" He called but the blond had dissapeared into a back office, so Kurt just got to work, receiving a strange look from an elderly women stood the other side.

Which brought him to the present, still standing behind the register but the shop now nearly empty, save for the same old woman - joined by who he assumed to be her husband - and a young looking man with brunet hair and concentrated blue-green eyes, typing away on a laptop.

Kurt'd already served him three coffee's.

But with the peak time over it gave him time to reflect on the weekend prior, and to take his first proper breather. He had arrived in New York the day before, after an hour flight and it was about Ten in the morning. Finn and Rachel had helped him unpack, before moving to their own apartment down the street and doing the same. By then it was at least five and they went out for dinner, the three of them - after Kurt had had a tearful conversation over the phone with Blaine. They'd agreed for Blaine to come visit on a weekend sometime, when school was quiet and whenever Kurt was down to visit Carole and his dad, they'd see each other. But knowing he wouldn't see the curly haired boy everyday in the halls clawed at his heart and knowing that after every hello would come a goodbye just made it ten times worse.

He'd been looking so foward to getting out of Lima, he wouldn't be a lima loser, finally getting somewhere with his life but now, his pillow was still damp when he'd woken up in the morning.

But then he'd set out for a distraction and some income for his horrible coffee addiction, when he stumbled across this coffee shop, with an add up in the window for an opening. It was quite a beautiful place, with a outlooking view of central park. Sun light refracted and broke into loads of strands of multicoloured light coating the wooden floor, leaving pools of light until someone would walk over and their shadow would momentarily drain the colour from them.

"Hey you, hit me again please!" The brunet called over, waving his mug in the air, eyes still focused down on the laptop screen breaking Kurt from his thoughts. The employee glanced around, bringing his thumb up and jabbing it to his chest.

"Me?"

"No, elmo."

The elfin boy frowned but grabbed the coffee pot and made his way over to the table. Coffee number four was being poured when Kurt found himself peering over this guys shoudler curious to what he was working on.

"It's an essay for school." The boy told him as if he knew Kurt was watching him. He glanced over his shoulder and sported a mischevious smirk, Kurt noticing the way the light caught in his green-blue eyes.

The skin on his face had a slight tan, with a tinge of olive and his teeth were white.

"Have to write a damn ten page review of 'Wicked'." He huffed and spun in his seat again, fingers poised on the keyboard. Kurt nodded, not really sure what to say.

He wasn't used to random people he'd never met just coming out and talking to him.

"You ever seen it? I have seven pages and I'm out of material..."

"Are you kidding?" For some reason Kurt's confidence came rushing back and he slipped into the seat opposite the brunet, placing the coffee pot down in front of him. "Thirteen times, it's one of the best novel-to-musical adaptions I've seen."

"I know!" He laughed, "But as much as I love it..." He let out a sigh, and took a swig of his coffee, "I can only come up with seven pages."

"Please, let me see what you've got, I'm sure I can share some of my wisdom..."

"Hummel? What are you doing?" The blond man reappeared at the office door, frowning at the sight of his new employee sitting down on the job. "Don't make me think of replacing you."

"Sam, let him off just for a little bit, the place is empty and I need help." The brunettte gave him a pleading look. "You can have him back once it gets busier again, promise, just let me have him for a bit."

Kurt frowned at being referred to as 'him' like a possesion but nevertheless kept quiet.

Sam narrowed his eyes at the brunet, and they seemed to have a stare off before the blond sighed and nodded, looking to Kurt,"as soon as we get another customer I want you back behind that cash register."

"Of course." Kurt agreed flashing him a smile, then his eyes darkened. "I'll still getting paid for this right?"

Once again Sam had left his question unanswered and dissappeared into the office, something about balancing accounts and sorting out an overdraft.

Kurt looked worriedly back to the brunet, but he was now looking up over the laptop screen and smiling at him. "Ignore him, he'll get over himself one day." Then he reached out a hand over the computer.

"Tyler,"

"Kurt,"

They shook.

"You know, I've never really seen you around here before, let me guess, first day?" Tyler gave him a cheeky smile, one that seemed to constantly sit on his face and Kurt nodded.

"Arrived in the state yesterday, me and my friend Rachel, we're going to NYADA when the term starts again." He told the guy proudly, pouring himself a cup of coffee, lifting it to his lips.

"That's coming out of your paycheck!" He heard a distant call and cocked his head to see Sam leant back on his chair staring at the pair of them, Tyler looked over his shoulder and grinned. "It's on me Sam!"

He called back to the blond and turned back to Kurt.

For someone only twenty-three years of age, attractive and lean like him, his boss seemed to have a very uneventful day, Sam slummped forward again and started tapping a pencil against a sheet.

Tyler leant forward, "Believe me, he seems really uptight right now, but he gets better once you get to know him." He laughed, then added as an afterthought whilst lifting the coffee to his lips, "Sort of,"

Kurt blinked. Tyler shrugged and placed the mug down again, twisting the laptop back towards him.

"You wanna hear what I have so far?"

"So he just started talking to you?" Blaine's familiar voice was like summer had come early and it pulled at Kurt's heart strings. He was making his way home and he had yet to get used to the busy streets of New York. He nodded. "Yeah, just out of the blue, I went to fill up his coffee and he hit off a conversation."

He smiled fondly, they'd spent the last hour and a half discussing Idina Menzel's incrediable voice and the way she'd made Elphaba so lovable to the audience.

"See, I told you, you'd make friends easily!" Kurt could hear the sincere grin in his boyfriend's voice, but he could only wear a sad smile.

"I miss you though, I wish you could've come with me or something..."

"There's only a year Kurt, then I'll be moving up there with you, it's only one year, we can do it."

It suddenly dawned upon Kurt that he was heading in the wrong direction entirely. He blinked and tried to steal a look over his shoulder, to see his lovely new apartment block mocking him.

"One year." Kurt repeated Blaine absent mindedly. He was stuck in a clump of city dwellers and he decided he was going to have to fight for his freedom, he spoke into the phone again. "Crap, Blaine, I'm gonna have to call you back, I need to find my way home..."

"Is everything okay Kurt?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." He tried to turn on his heel and push back through the crowd. "I'll call you back."

He hung up and dropped his phone back into his pocket. "Excuse me, coming through," He managed to weasle his way through stoney faced citizen as if they knew he wasn't from around here. Kurt had never felt so small, not even with the whole Karofsky situation.

Just as he managed to squeeze through and out the other side of the clump, he jumped into a side alley and his phone went off again. It was Rachel, for the four-hundreth time that day.

"Oh god Berry, what is it now?"

"Kurt!" Rachel's shrill voice squealed. "You're okay?!" She sounded panicked and Kurt frowned, his eyes distracted with search for a gap in the crowds.

"What? I'm fine, Rachel, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I'm at your apartment and you're not here! I tried ringing the doorbell seven times. Seven Kurt!"

God, he didn't need this, his head hurt. "Rachel, it doesn't matter how many times you ring the doorbell, if I'm not there, I'm not there."

"Well weren't you meant to finish work, like half an hour ago? How long does it take to cross a street?"

Kurt scowled down the phone at that, he was supposed to finish work half an hour but his conversation with Tyler over ran and then he was told to sweep the floor before he could leave.

It was like being back at McKinnley all over again.

"Well it's not exactly 'across the street' now, is it?"

"So tomorrow tonight Finn and I are having a house warming party and we're corally inviting you to be an honoury guest." The girl with chesnut hair beamed at Kurt as she and him walked across the floor to his door, where he pushed the key in and offered her an odd look before budging it open. "Rachel, How can you have a house warming party with only three people? It'll be a bit quiet don't you think?"

Rachel just rolled her eyes, still wearing her ever infamous bright smile and side stepped in infront of him, into his brand new shiny apartment, one with a view overlooking the city.

"Don't be silly Kurt, we're going to have more than three people," She stood staring out the window, watching the people move about the city with rush and the mirth rised in her stomach. She sported a red dress with little silver ballet pumps and a poncho only covering her shoulders and half of her chest to welcome the warm weather. It wasn't exactly chic, but it wasn't as hideous as what Kurt'd seen the girl in before. So he let her off.

"And who exactly are going to be the extra people then, Miss Berry?" Kurt asked from the kitchen, filling the kettle and flicking the switch, he leant forward over the kitchen counter and smirked, "Please don't tell me you've already unleashed your crazy on anyone just yet, we only arrived yesterday. I don't want you already scaringthe neighbours away ..."

She turned to him and wore a look like he'd just insulted her, it soon turned to a grin again though and she reached into the bag hanging off her elbow.

"Coffee?" He called but she declined.

"I need to get back to Finn and help paint the living room... we're going for red, it stimulates the brain,"

Kurt poured himself a mug of coffee and just smiled to himself, shaking his head at her remark.

"I just came to check up on you and give you this." She handed him a little foil peice of card over the , shaped into a handbag, he looked curiously at it, reading 'Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson's house warming', her address and then the date of tomorrow. A little gold star was stamped on the corner. It was pink and smelt of strawberries and vanilla.

Of all people Rachel Berry would be the one to spray her invites with perfume.

"Who exactly are you inviting anyway Rachel?"

She clasped her hands across her front and Kurt walked her to the door. "It's only going to be a small social gathering, I thought I'd invite the floor, get to know some of the neighbours," Kurt reached out ahead of her and grasped the handle, pulling the door open. "And I was hoping maybe you could invite some people from your work?" She asked with a small hopeful smile, eyes shining directly at him.

Kurt frowned and crossed his arms across his chest. "Rachel, I've worked there since this morning, you think I've already got friendly with them?"

"You're Kurt Hummel, I know you Kurt, and I would say yes."

Kurt's chest swelled with pride at that. He sighed and pressed a finger to her back. "Go on Rachel Berry, get out of here. Go before Finn manages to burn your flat down. I don't trust that boy."

Rachel's eyes widened in horror. "Oh god, you're right," She pulled him into a quick hug and patted his folded arms, "I'll see you later Kurt, remember tomorrow night, seven."

He nodded, "I'll remember."

"But I'll probably end up checking up on you before that anyway... Are you sure you're gonna be alright here Kurt on your own? You know, there's always an extra room at mine and Finn's if you'd like..." Rachel wore a look of concern at Kurt but he shook his head, in all honesty he just wanted to lie down and go to sleep, he wanted to be alone.

"Rachel, I assure you, I'm absolutely fine, now go on, you've driven me to kicking you out now." He prodded her and she swatted him away, finally agreeing. She held up her hands in surrender and back out onto the floor.

"Alright, alright, I'm going, consider me gone!" Then she added as an afterthought, "We're in New York Kurt... We finally made it!" and she squealed, clapping her hands with her shoulders lifting up her body slightly. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach and he chewed on his lip, bearing a grin.

"Goodnight Rachel." He began to close the door, as the girl walked away chuckling to herself, beginning to descend the steps and she called back, "Night Kurt."

Kurt stumbled into the bathroom, physically worn out, who knew jumping from table to table and having a long-ass conversation about Wicked could wear a person out so quickly. He looked into the mirror and ran a hand through his now falling flat hair, his skin was as soft as ever still but his blue eyes looked tired.

And he was.

Emotionally too, after the leaving party, Finn, Rachel and him hit the road for the airport and he realised that it was unlikely he'd see half of the glee club again that often. With them all moving to states all over, it would be harder to keep in contact like before.

After he brushed his teeth and worked on his rigorous skin care routine, he plugged his earphone's into his ears and collapsed on to his old double bed that'd been shipped out especially. It was the one thing that reminded him of home.

That and the picture of him and Blaine at prom that sat on his night stand.

Tom, get your plane ride on time

I know your part'll go fine

Fly down to Mexico

A smile resurfaced on his lips just before he was taken under by the dark claws of sleep.

He'd finally made it to New York.

Don-da-darlin' oh don-da-darlin' here I am

The only living boy in New York

With his best friend, and his brother. He had everything in that moment, a job, a spot in NYADA, a nice place to live and his family. Everything but Blaine.

"Kurt!"

The boy with his head phones still in, with Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' blasting in his ears, lifted his groggy head. Morning greeted him with a strip of light breaking in through an aperture in the cream curtains, that were not fully drawn, reflecting into his eyes. He glanced around before ripping the music out and blinking bleakly at the bedroom door. That sounded a lot like...

"Kurt Hummel! Move it!" The door was thrown open and standing in front of him was Rachel Berry, this time in a green version of yesterday's outfit, minus the poncho and replaced with a yellow cardigan, done up with one button half way down and a thin matching belt. He ballet pumps were still silver and they padded against the floor.

Each step sounded like a countdown and he groaned, burying his head under his pillow to shield himself from the hobbit of fury that was Rach-zilla.

"Come on, we have to get breakfast before I have my interview!" Rachel was looking for part-time work, and she'd managed to score an interview to be a runner on a television show, based in New York. She constantly went on about how stars always started at the bottom and within due time would find their way up to the bright lights.

"Go with Finn."

"Kurt, don't you want to relive our breakfast at Tiffany's moment, think of all the memories we'll have, the good old days back with the New Directions..." She began to tug at his quilt, trying to unfurl the boy from the sheet cocoon, but Kurt had a firm grasp on it, relentless to let go.

He groaned.

Reminiscing was the last thing he wanted to do right now, it would just fill him with sadness and he was sure it would end up in tears and just no. He'd been too emotional the last couple days he'd been in New York and with only a week left before he had to focus directly on school he just wanted to relax and be happy.

"I'll buy you a bagel on me," She sang, trying to persuade him. He just twisted and made a mumbling noise. "Tell you what, you come with me for breakfast and we'll hit the shops afterwards, how does that sound?" Rachel felt like she was talking to a unwilling toddler, who she was trying to bribe with candy.

Kurt blinked, raising his head.

"I have the perfect shoe's for this moment." The cover was ripped back and Kurt went flying into the hall. Rachel followed with a satisfied grin on her lips.

"I don't see why you couldn't just come here with Finn..." Kurt mumbled through a mouthful of breakfast bagel, they had to move their escapade inside, due to poor weather. Rain had started in a flash, they may as well have been in England. One moment it was sunny and the next there was a downpour. After the elfin boy had followed his morning procedures they'd set off, and resided in a quiet corner cafe, where Rachel had agreed to pay. He grumbled on, "I don't see why I had to get up early..."

"Oh stop complaining," Rachel tutted, sipping her coffee. The ex-soloist had sighed. "I bought you food, didn't I?"

Kurt shrugged. "You can't buy my love with food, Berry, it only works with sparkly things and sequins."

Rachel laughed, and held the polystyrene cup out in front of her between both hands. "Anyway, Finn's still painting. He's getting all the high places and he turned the radio to some 90's channel so I bolted before anyone thought we knew each other,"

"In your apartment?"

"He's a loud singer Kurt, you've seen him."

Kurt hummed and widened his eyes momentarily. "Obviously someone's taken a leaf out of Mr Shue's book, now haven't they?" He brought the rim to his lips and sipped the brown liquid, warmth ran down his throat and Rachel hummed in agreement just when the tinkle of the door bell signalled someone arriving and a familiar voice called over to them.

"Well if it isn't Sam's new lackie?"

Kurt recognised the voice in his ear straight away and spun in his seat.

Tyler stood there, with a smile on his face and he grabbed a chair to pull round and sat on it backwards, his chin resting on the back of it. He smiled, "Remember me Kurt?"

"Of course, the only guy who's ever had an indepth conversation about Kristin Chenoworths shoes with me, nice to see you again Tyler."

"I still can't understand how the hell girls dance in heels. It's ridiculous."

Kurt smriked and Rachel frowned.

"Tyler, remember the girl I told you about yesterday, the one who's going to NYADA with us?"

Tyler blinked and his eyes scanned Rachel, who looked proud and then back to Kurt. "The crazy hobbit girl dating your brother?"

Rachel's jaw fell open and her eyes went wide as he gawked at her soon to be brother-in-law. "Kurt!"

Kurt just averted his eyes and sipped his coffee. "Yeah... that's the one..."

Tyler chuckled and held his hand out, "Rachel Berry, it's a pleasure." Rachel shook in and beamed at him.

She composed herself and ended up straightening out the tips of her hair, before holding out her hand and waggling it close to his face, Tyler leant back and went cross eyed. "Actually, we're not just dating, we're married."

After their win at National's Rachel and Finn had followed their plan to get married, and Finn got to smash the glass he bought in Chicago. Though it ended up with Brittany having to get stitches, cutting her hand when she tried to put it back together again.

Tyler inspected it, Rachel sat with a sophisticated air, and he nodded, leaning back again.

"Well, I'm happy for you, but that still doesn't void my view on young marriage." He sat back casually and shrugged, "In my opinion, you don't have any need to rush, live life while you can, I say."

He grinned at them both and Rachel just blinked, Kurt smirked into his coffee and Rachel shot him a vicious look.

"Anyway, I'm getting a drink. You guys want anything?"

#The Only Living Boy In New York #TOLBINY #Chapter One

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