stars in your eyes

undecim

"I liked it better when your parents were gone and we could make out in my bedroom all night long," Claire told Harry as they lay together in his bed.

"Make out... and do other things..." He smirked at her.

"Well... the other things just go along with the making out," she smirked back at him slyly.

"And what about that other other thing?" He smiled at her, quaking an eyebrow.

"What other other thing are you referring to?" claire said, giving him a curious smile. She knew exactly what the other other thing in question was.

"My Christmas present," he elaborated, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

"Ohhh, that other other thing," she giggled facetiously.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed.

"Well, that was fun while it lasted," she said, toying with him on purpose.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked quickly, sitting up slightly, giving her a playful smirk.

"Well, it was a Christmas present. Do you expect it more than once?" She asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Uh..." He stammered, looking at her with wide-eyes, completely speechless. Claire let out a giggle, unable to keep up with the farce.

"You're a brat," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm kidding. I gave you my virginity for Christmas. The sex... now that's something different," claire giggled.

"Mmm, so now?" He asked, leaning in to nuzzle her with his nose.

"While your parents are home?" She choked out, her eyes falling on his closed door.

"They don't know you're in here," he reminded her.

That was true. Harry snuck her up there purposely so his parents didn't know she was there.

"That doesn't mean I'd feel comfortable..." Claire said quietly.

"Oh. Well, we don't have to," Harry said and Claire could tell he was disappointed, but was trying to hide it.

"We... how about we just have a really elaborate make-out?" Claire offered, not wanting the night to end without a little fun.

"With the potential for more?" He smirked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"There's always potential," Claire giggled as Harry's hand slipped up into her shirt.

"That's my girl," he smiled brightly before his mouth came down to meet with hers.

His girl. She wasn't really his girl, but at the same time she was.

Claire told him she loved him, but he wasn't her boyfriend. And she wasn't sure when she'd be ready to be his girlfriend. Because in order to be his girlfriend, they needed to tell people about them and frankly, Claire was having a hard time with that. She knew Harry wanted to be open about them, but she was scared. She was completely scared over how other people knowing about them would affect their relationship. She didn't want things to change, but she knew everything would change once their parents knew about them – and once Jasper knew. And that was the thing Claire was most scared of.

For now, she was content with how things were going. She was content to ignore Harry's subtle hints of him wanting to be open about their relationship. She was content to ignore everything and everyone just to have Harry all to herself for a little while longer. As long as it wasn't an immediate issue, she would pretend everything was just fine.