Casanova H.S

Chapter Eleven

"Hey." He says with a sigh making me sit up in surprise.

"Hey." I greet in return as I watch him sit down beside me. His hair bouncing slightly as he does so.

"Who was that?" Harry asks trying to make conversation. It's not awkward between us, it never has been, but neither of us knows how to talk about the issue.

"Louis, I just met him. I met his girlfriend a few days ago, and she told me about her father forbidding her from marrying him because he is poor. We just talked a bit about that." I inform him.

My eyes are glued to the ocean as well as his. The waves are crashing against the shore, making weak sounds when the waves hit the wall. Between the waves, I can see the reflection of the moon now shining brightly on the night sky. It reminds me of what Harry once said, about him wondering if it's the only woman permanent in his life. I want to be the one to change that, I desperately do, but I can't.

"What you said earlier." I start saying, but I stop so I can turn my body towards his, and he does the same making sure I know I got his full attention. "Can you honestly say you meant that with no doubt in your heart?"

He takes my hand in his and starts rubbing circles against my skin with his thumb. "Yes, not even a single drop of doubt." His forest green eyes stare into mine with the reflection of stars in them. I know I have to let him go, but his eyes will forever be saved in my memory as the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. "I can't tell you I love you, Mira, because honestly, I don't know what love is. All I know is that after our first conversation I couldn't stop thinking about you, and the way you spoke with such strong opinions. I know that I not only find you beautiful on the outside, but your heart, and mind is so beautiful as well. And tonight after your sister came out, and said you were engaged I got so terrified of losing you before we even could give us a chance." Before he can say anything more I crawl into his arms. Aching for his touch. He gladly wraps his arms around me pulling me into a tight embrace, his lips placing a kiss to my hair. "I can't tell you I love, because I don't want to lie. I never want to lie to you, Mira."

I look up at him my eyes turning slightly glossy at his loving words. His forehead touches mine, and we both take a deep breath cherishing each others presence. "I want to give us a chance, Harry, I do more than anything. Even though you may not think so yourself you deserve someone that is always going to be there for you and love you for who you are, and even though I want that to be me it can't. I can't give you what you deserve. All I can give you is until tomorrow night, and after that, I can never see you again. It won't be good for either of us if we do." A single tear rolls down my cheek, but it doesn't fall since Harry is quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

"Well if until tomorrow night is what I get, that is what I'll take." He stands up with me in his arms, carrying me as he starts to walk.

"Where are we going."

"Home."

After fifteen minutes we arrive at a medium-sized black house, and I know it is Harry's. I have never seen it, but it recognizes it from his description of it. He walked up to the front door, and carefully puts me down. He unlocks the door before he opens it, and lets me go in first. It's unusually clean, almost as if no one lives here.

When I hear the door closing an idea strikes me. I turn around coming face to face with Harry. I place my hand against his chest and push him up against the door catching him by surprise. He lets out a grunt from the impact, but we both know it didn't hurt him.

"Stealing my trick I see." He says as a smirk form on his face, satisfied with my actions.

"They don't work on me, because-" He is taller than me, but when I stand on my toes I manage to bring my face closer to his. I purposely let out a weak breath, so the air would brush his lips. His heart-shaped lips part from the feeling. "-they only work on foolish people, so I thought I could try them on you." I give him a sly smile.

"Are you calling me foolish?" He asks fake offended.

"Well, I'm not calling you wise." I chuckle.

Out of nowhere, he turns the situation upside down, and now it is me being pushed up against a wall, loosing all the power I previously had. "If that is so, how is it that you were the one that did the trick wrong? You were supposed to push me up against the wall, not the door."

"Oh no, I didn't do it wrong. My intention was for you to get the courage to pin me up against the wall, and kiss me. The trick has worked very well so far." I smirk knowing I have impressed him when his eyes go slightly wide with admiration.

"God, you are amazing." Not even a second later he captures my lips in a kiss. He uses his body to press me harder against the wall. His hips pressing into mine making a gasp leave my lips, as he moves his lips down to my neck. He leaves firm kisses in a line down my neck making his way to my shoulder where he uses his hand to slowly remove the strap to my dress granting him full access. His eyes make their way to the back of my thighs signaling for me to jump, which I do, and he is quick to catch me. I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Couch." Is all I manage to breathe out, but he gets it.

"What's wrong with my bed?" He asks in between kisses.

"I don't even want to think about how many girls you have had in that." He just nods understanding what I mean. We are definitely not having s*x tonight, nevertheless, I don't want to lay there thinking about the other girls when I am enjoying my time with Harry.

"How do you know I haven't had s*x with any girls on the couch?" He asks bringing his lips up to mine, but I reject his kiss. I look at him with a stern glare letting him know he is making his chances very slim of anything happening at all. "Right, I haven't. I'm sorry. I'll just be quiet." He says shaking his head.

"Good idea," I reply before I lean in for a kiss, and he gladly provides me with one.

"For the record, I haven't actually had any girls in my house." He says leaning his head back.

"But you said you bring them here."

"I lied, I'm sorry. It's easier doing it at their house, you know. Easier to get away, and they can't find me later if they don't know where I live." He shrugs as if it is no big deal.

"God, I forgot how awful you are," I say leaning my head up against the wall.

"Were." He corrects me as he moves his thumb to my chin, making me look at him again. "I would never do that to you. You know that, right?"

I don't answer him, not knowing if I truly believe that or not, so all I do is kiss him again. He steps back with me in his arms and starts to make his way towards the couch. Knowing that I am the first girl here makes me feel a little relieved.

He lays me down slowly on the couch. Before he can lean down and kiss me again I place my palm against his chest to stop him. "No sex."

"I know, but I still want to make you feel good." He smirks, and lean down for yet another kiss. I move my fingers to the buttons on his shirt wanting to see his wonderful upper body. Once the buttons are open I move my hands to his shoulders sliding his shirt slowly down his arms and throwing it to the floor.

Harry takes this opportunity to lift my dress over my head, and I thank god I decided to wear a dress whiteout a corset today. His eyes scan my body even though he has seen it some times before. "Just as beautiful as ever." A blush creeps onto my cheeks at his sweet compliment, knowing he means it.

He kisses me once before he starts leaving a trace of kisses down the alleyway between my breasts, and all the way down my stomach. His fingers find their way to my underwear, and drag them down without the slightest bit of effort reminding me that this is definitely not his first time. He throws them away before placing his hands on my upper thighs and spreading my legs further apart. I am not uncomfortable, I'm just not used to revealing this much.

His eyes meet mine making sure he has my permission, and with a smile from me, he knows he has. His heads move to between my thighs, and seconds later I feel his tongue lick up my center. A surprised gasp falls from my lips at the new sensation. A feeling of pleasure runs through my body making my eyes shut in reflex. His tongue moves over me once again, and a cry falls from my lips at how this little motion can cause such a good feeling. His pink heart-shaped lips kiss me so softly in between his tongues motions, and I can feel my body starting to be almost impossible to keep still. However Harry notices, and his hands move from my thighs to my hips, holding me down with a firm grip. A small moan falls from my lips, and I can feel the side of his mouth move up a bit, being satisfied with my reaction. He knows what he is doing, and right now I am thankful for it. His delicate lips close over my c**t and suck on it just right. Whiteout even realizing it my hands move to his long curly hair, and grip on to them tight. I let out another moan, but this time louder. A groan falls from Harry's lips as I tighten my hands on his hair. Without warning, he pushes his tongue inside my entrance making a surprised gasp fall from my lips. My breaths become heavy. My hips try to jerk up, but he holds me down.

A whine falls from my lips when he pulls his mouth away. He lets out a chuckle at my reaction before he leans over me. He replaces his mouth with his right hand, holding himself up with his right. His finger runs over my c**t before moving down to my entrance. He pushes his finger in slowly making my eyes shut once again. "Look at me," Harry says. I open my eyes to see him already looking into my eyes. He starts to pump slowly in, and out. My mouth opens at the feeling. Harry takes this opportunity to take me in. My messy hair, and heavy breaths, all thanks to his movements. He likes having this control over me now since he never gets to control me in any other way. He adds another finger making me let out a whimper. He lets me adjust to the feeling of to fingers for a few seconds before he starts to pick up the pace.

His name falls from my lips repeatedly. He brings his face closer to mine, and capture my lips in a kiss making me quiet. It must be weird for him hearing his real name being said rather than, Casanova. His thumb starts to massage my c**t the second his lips leaves mine, and an unfamiliar sensation forms in the pit of my stomach.

"Come for me, baby." He breathes out as he watches my lustful eyes. My nails dig into his hair, the feeling in my stomach going more intense at the sound of his voice. I have no control over myself at this moment, loud moans escape my lips as his fingers pick up the pace knowing I'm close. Pleasure shoots through my body, and all energy is drained from my body. Harry is smirking as he looks down at me in satisfaction. He pulls out from me, and a shiver runs through my body in response. I try my best to catch my breath as he lays down beside me. I turn towards him, resting my head on his chest as I cuddle up to him. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest from the thrill.

He lifts my face up so I can look at him. "I want you to remember this when you are with him. I want you to know that I would have treated you a thousand times better than he ever will." I know this is hard for him to say, to admit that he feels this way. Honestly, I would too. Imagine never loving anyone your whole life, and then you meet someone you feel strongly for, just to have them taken away from you.

"I know, but don't let him ruin the time we have together." I lean up placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying my head back on his chest.

My eyes search the living room. So plain, and simple. Some flowers here and there, but nothing much. However, what stands out is the guitar leaning up against the wall in a corner. "You play?"

"Yeah, a little." He says as he pulls away from me, and stands up. He walks over to guitar, picking it up with one hand as if it was as light as a feather. He smiles down at me as walks past the couch, and make his way over to the giant window almost covering the whole wall. It has a beautiful view I must admit. He sits down leaning his back up against the glass, stretches out his legs, and place the guitar in his lap. His fingers start to strum a beautiful tune on the strings. His close his eyes, lean his head back and listen to the tune he is playing. This is a moment I would have liked to be able to save forever. Him sitting in front of the dark city with the only source of light coming from the houses, and the moon. The guitar in his lap with only pants on.

I reach for my underwear and pull them on fast. I pick up Harry's white shirt and take it on before buttoning it up. It reaches to the middle of my thighs, just covering everything. I slowly walk over to him with his eyes still closed. I sit down beside him, tangling my legs with his, and leaning my head on his shoulder.

He continues to play, but I feel myself slowly drift to sleep. I don't even realize he stops playing before he picks me up. I already figure out that he is carrying me up to his bed, so I just melt into his touch and let him. I feel myself once against start to drift back to sleep, but right before I do I hear Harry whisper to me. "Good night, moonlight."