7. Up All Night

When we got to the room, Harry went to take a shower as I got ready inside the room, changing into the dark teal lacy matching bra and panty set I'd bought from Victoria's Secret, then slipping on my light blue Dress with a halter sweetheart neckline which was fitted until just below my belly button, and then it flowed out to a little more then halfway down my thighs. It was the most innocent dress I had. I paired it with some black four inch heels which would make me only an inch or two shorter then Harry. I left my wavy blonde hair and applied some natural make up, all this in the time it took Harry to shower. He changed into a black suit that he'd worn to a red carpet once, fixed his curly hair and we were off to the lobby. We were met by the rest of the boys who were all dressed relatively the same as Harry and we started off to some fancy Italian restaurant that Niall had chosen because 'the food looked good' and it would only take about five minutes to walk to.

When we started walking down the sidewalk, it was basically the boys in the front and Harry and I a few feet behind them. We held hands and talked about random things until we reached the restaurant, and then we sat down at our table.

The evening was pretty uneventful (but fun) other then Zayn trying to hit on the poor waitress, who seemed terribly confused. Once she even shot me a questioning look when Louis was acting like Harry's boyfriend, but I shrugged and laughed it off, giving her a reassuring smile. After about an hour and a half we were all done eating, but the boys were still fooling around trying to make Niall do some Irish dance or something. I turned towards Harry and took his hand,

"I have your birthday gift back at the hotel, wanna head back?" I asked quietly. He smirked and then nodded,

"Hey guys, Lindsey and I are going to head back to the hotel," he told them, standing up and helping me up.

"Have fun you two!" shouted Louis, emphasizing the word 'fun'. What an ass. Harry just shrugged as he put some money on the table and we headed out.

On the walk back to the hotel, things were much more intimate because it was dark, and it was only us two. I snuggled up against Harry's side as we walked, and his arm snaked around my waist. I was ready to do this.

When we got back to the hotel, I was practically dragging Harry down the hallway in anticipation.

"What's so important about my gift?" he joked as I opened the door, almost running inside, Harry following suite.

"You'll see!" I told him, grabbing the wrapped box from my suitcase and handing it to Harry who had sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of him as he began opening the box, and the first thing he saw was the hat and scarf.

"I love them!" he exclaimed, wrapping the scarf around his neck and putting on the beanie. He then took out the smaller wrapped box and tore open the paper, freezing on the spot when he realized what it was.

"Um... Lindsey...?" he asked, holding up the box of condoms.

"Well, I figured that ... It's what I want to give you," I said trying to explain myself while not looking like a tomato. He looked from me to the box a few times before finally wrapping his mind around what I was saying.

"You don't, we don't have to. I won't force you," he told me, standing up and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"But I want to," I whispered, looking him in the eyes.

"You positive?" he asked hesitantly.

"100 %." I told him, leaning in and kissing him. He didn't hide anything in this kiss, and neither did I. It was just me and Harry. The way we should be. He broke the kiss before looking at the box of condoms,

"Large?" he inquired, raising a dark eyebrow. I blushed badly,

"Louis said that's what I should get..." I explained.

"Boo Bear was in on this?" he asked, suppressing a smile.

"Yeah, I talked to him about it this morning. And you still haven't seen what I bought..." I whispered in his ear.

"If you want to stop, just tell me. Please. I won't be angry, I promise." he whispered back, sliding his hands behind my neck and untying the halter strap of my dress.

My hands were at my side, completely motionless while Harry worked at the zipper on the back of my dress. I had no idea what to do, being as I'd never had the intention of going this far with another boy before.

"Just relax, babe," Harry told me, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead. I finally shook off my nerves, and stepped out of my shoes, kicking them aside. Harry let my dress fall to the floor and much to my embarrassment, looked me over, standing in front of him with only my underwear on. I felt slightly self conscious until he smiled and leaned his forehead into mine.

"You're beautiful... Just beautiful..." he repeated, I could feel his warm breath on my lips. He backed up a step or two and began unbuttoning his suit jacket, and then his shirt and bow tie, until all that was left were his boxers.

He pulled me closely to his body, so almost every inch of my skin was touching his. He kissed me softly, pulling me forwards onto the bed, and continuing kissing down my collarbone.

"I'm cold," I thought out loud suddenly, regretting it the second it slipped through my lips. Harry paused for a moment before lifting me up halfway and pulling down the covers, sliding me under, then following behind me until we were both under the covers.

"Are you alright now?" he asked, and I could hear slight concern in his voice. I nodded yes, and kissed him passionately, hoping it would answer him. His hands slid up and down my back, and then I was suddenly flipped on top of him. His hands found the clasp of my teal bra, unclipping it. I usually would've freaked out if someone unclipped my bra, but this time I was confident. It was Harry, there was nobody else. There was no turning back, and I didn't want to.

About an hour later, I lay under the covers completely naked beside my boyfriend, Harry Styles. I was sticky from our sweat and warm from the body heat and the covers.

"Harry?" I asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. He was lying beside me, gazing at me like he had been for the last five minutes.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you wanna... Take a shower?" i asked, unsure of how i was supposed to act after sex. He smirked at me before kissing my cheek,

"I'd love to," he said as he unwrapped himself from the mess of blankets. I sat up slowly, feeling sore. I must've made a face because Harry suddenly was at my side, helping me up.

"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly. I nodded,

"Just a bit sore I guess," I tried to joke but neither of us laughed.

"I'll go turn the shower on," he said before walking towards the bathroom. I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a moment to myself, to gather my thoughts and whatnot. I loved him. I really did. I know people always say that sex doesn't make a relationship official, but for some reason I feel like we'd gained each others full trust. I loved the feeling. I smiled slightly before standing up and walking towards the bathroom where Harry was already in the shower, letting the water run down his body. I stepped in behind him and he turned around, wrapping me in a huge hug.

"I love you. I love you so much. You didn't have to do that for me to prove it. I love you so much it almost hurts," he gushed out, all the while not letting go of me. I hugged him back so hard I was surprised that it wasn't hurting him.

"Harry, I love you. I wanted to do this. For you, for us. I wanted to give you something you'd remember. Happy birthday," I gushed back, not afraid of what I was saying for once in my life.

"I think I'd die without you," he chuckled quietly. I didn't know what to say, so I laughed back, kissing his chest.

"By the way," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver, "You were great," he almost growled, pressing my body harder against his. I swear to god, this boy can make me blush like nobody else.

"And I'd marry you, Harry. Because it rhymes." -Louis Tomlegendson

~Apollo122music