Possessive // h.s

Chapter twelve

Going to try to write some smut...anyways continue

My blood boiled, and my mind spun in circles until I felt I'd pass out. I've never lied to my parents before ecpecially about someone who kidnapped me. I can never tell them the truth it would ruin Harry and I. They'd send him to jail or the loony bin as soon as I tell them. But I don't know what to do, I can't hold this inside for the rest of my life, living a lie like it was no big deal.

"Harry, I don't know how long i'll be able to keep this up". Its been nearly a month since I came home, and I feel as if I'm a ticking time bomb and I'm about to go off. "I know baby, but what else is there to do?" He's right there's nothing else we can do, there's either the truth, or the constant lies. He sit's curled up beside me with our hands intertwined and our heads pressed together. He gentally presses a soft reasuring kiss to my forehead. Even when all things seem bad, he knows exactly how to make them better. Sometimes I think, he may have kidnappped me but maybe he was ment to, if he hadnt we wouldn't be together like the way we are now.

We lay there in the silence that surrounds us, just watching the wind rousel the trees in the forest. I'm scared of what's to happen next, I'm scared that Harry will be sent to jail and I'll never be able to see him again. "Harry I don't want to loose you", he looks down at me, "no, no Ella you'll never loose me I'll always be here. I love you".
"I love you too", I breath.

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The blinds weren't closed all the way as the sunlight peeked through and blinded me. Harry groaned in irritation, when we got home last night we both passed out on the couch half way through a movie. His arm was wrapped securily around my waist as he rests his head in the crook of my next with a large blanket tarpped around us. I glanced at the clock, it read 1:00. Holy shit! Did we really sleep in that late?

I jumped off the couch as soon as I heard a loud knock on the door. Harry yawned and tousled his hair. Even with messy hair and a scratchy voice he always manages to look good.
"Babe, come lie down with me please". He pouted. I looked through the window and saw there was no one there. That's weird...

"Ellaaaaaa", he whined.
"I'm coming Harry be patient". Who am I kidding Harry has no patience.
I plopped back down on the couch and he wrapped his arms around me and I nuzzled my head in his chest. I just wanted to lay here forever and never leave. I wanted to leave the stress, worries, and all my problems and just lay here with Harry as we block everything out.

Butterflies erupted from my stomach when Harry placed his cold hand on my skin that wasn't covered by my T-shirt. His hands glidded up and down my sides sending shivers up and down my spine, like a car on a race track. He gripped my waist and a growl sounded from deep within his throat.

Harry pushed my hair from my neck and began to nibble at the sensitive skin. I was shocked by his sudden intimacy, but I wasn't going to complain. I let out a small wimper as Harry smiled against my flushed skin.

"Do you like that baby girl?"
His breath tickling my skin. I nodded in responce. I sucked in a sharp breath as he began sucking on the small space, leaving blue and purple marks all over. He moved his lips aggonizingly slow up my neck, across my cheek and finally to my lips. He pulled me atop of him in a straddiling possition, and pulled our bodies as close as possible to deepen the kiss. There was more passion in this simple kiss than any thing I've ever felt.

I pulled my hands up to his curly locks and tugged on the ends earning a moan from him. I blushed and smiled in the kiss.

"You have no fucking clue how crazy you make me feel do you?"
He bit my bottom lip hard and ran his tounge along the edge, teasing me. I moaned as he slipped his tounge in my mouth. Deepening the kiss even more than I thought possible. I felt confidence grow within me as I grinded my hips along his making Harry fall apart.

"Fuck...Ella...Oh my g-"
His grip on my waist tightened and probably left hand prints. His head fell back and I felt proud taking control and pleassuring him. I could feel him hardening beneath me as I blushed. His arms shook and he squirmed beneath me. Then his head snapped back up and stared into my eyes as he kissed me over and over again. We were a moaning mess and I've never felt more content in my life. I loved Harry, I wanted Harry as much as he loved and wanted me. My stomach ached and churned. He flipped us over and took control. Kissing down my neck, collar bones and chest.

"Ella.You're.So.Perfect".
He spoke in between kisses as I arched my back to give him access to my exposed skin. His hands teased the hem of my shorts and tickled my skin.

Then I heard someone clear their throat in the corner of the room. Harry shot up from his possition and I snapped my head to the person standing there. It was my mom. She looked pissed.

She stared down at me with an angry expression I've never witnessed in my entire life.
"If you two are going to make out, please not on the couch. Oh and the police are here, they would like to speak to the both of you". My eyes widened in terror and so did Harry's. What the hell do we do?

A/N: heyyyy I'm back from my trip yay. And haha cliff hanger. It kinda sucked sorry, I'm not very good at writing smut. But tell me if you liked it or not :)

.Goodnight.