Clueless (H.S)

Chapter 28

"I just don't think this friends with benefits is working out," I say to him in the back room of the tour bus.

He looks up at me from the couch to where I'm standing, leaning against the closed door.

"What do you mean? I think it's great, everything's great, do you not like the sex?" He rambles as his eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

I step away from the door and walk towards Harry on the couch sighing deeply when I sit down in his lap, his legs spread wide. His hands go to my hips within seconds and pull me closer to him.

"It's not working. Not for me. The sex is amazing, don't worry about that. I just can't do this non exclusive thing anymore. Tonight when I saw Taylor on your lap and you welcoming it, it made my stomach drop. I just can't deal with that sort of pain and worry about if your going to go after another girl or not." I explain while leaning my head on his shoulder.

I was furious on the car ride home but the second I was with him alone on the bus my anger subsided and I realized we just really needed to have this conversation.

Harry's fingers delicately scratch my back and move up to play with the ends of my hair. "Angel, I'm so sorry please- I wasn't thinking, she just came up to me and we never discussed if we were exclusive or not and I know that sounds shitty but I'm sorry I am I- fuck do you really want to end this?" He rushes out.

I lift my head from his shoulder and look him in the eyes, "I want the friends with benefits to end. But that doesn't mean I want us to end. Harry, I want to be exclusive. You know I'm not good with labels but- I want to wear ur sweatshirts, and I want to wear your shirts to bed, I want to be the only one that warms your heart- the way you warm mine. I want to be the only one you hold at night and the only one you think about. I want to be yours." I finish and place my hand delicately on the side of his face and stroke my thumb a few times over this cheek.

Harry shifts in his seat and lays back on the coach with me still in his chest. "You already are mine," He simply says, a twinkle in his eye.

I knew this conversation would be hard, neither of us are good with labels or talking about how we feel. What were good at, is fucking.

"Harry, your not getting it, you're-" Before I could finish his lips were on mine as he leaned forward and stole my words with his lips. He tightened his arms around me and pulled me closer to him as he deepened the kiss. He expertly pushes his tongue through my lips and makes me moan, making me forget what I was gonna say. With that, he pulls back and looks me in the eye.

"Your boyfriend," he finishes my sentence for me. I look at him with a huge smile on my face.

"You can have all my sweatshirts and wear my shirts to bed whenever you want. You can go to bed in my arms as many nights as you'd like. And baby, you know your the only one I think about. Tonight, I wasn't thinking clearly and I didn't know you wanted to be exclusive. I thought you wanted to keep it an open relationship which is why I never pushed for anything more. I want this to be on your terms, doing what you want. And when you got up to leave I was about to push Taylor off my lap, realizing how it made you feel but she pressured me into having a few shots and eventually I thought it was you in my lap since you still hadn't come back. I was thinking of you the whole time. I'm sorry baby." He explains as he starts tracing his fingers down my back.

I accept his apology by kissing him deeply, knowing it will express how I feel the way words can't. He hums into the kiss and pushes me closer against him. He visually relaxes seeing as though he got that off his chest and he knew what I was doing by kissing him. He knew I forgave him.

After a few more seconds I pull back and leave a small kiss on his lips before I kill the mood.

"Now seeing that your officially my boyfriend, I think theres something I should probably tell you," I start pulling back more and placing my head on his shoulder. He hums in response as I start tracing a line down his chest with my fingers.

"So while I was gone I ended up in this room with Chris Wood, he's really funny actually, totally useless when your having a breakdown tho 0/10 recommend," I say.

"Liv." Harry warns me to get to the point.

"Right, so anyways I told him why I was upset and he said that it would be helpful to remind myself that other men want me even if you don't, so he uh- well I mean I straddled him and then we made out but I swear it was only to be reminded of what being wanted feels like so it felt really good, not saying that you don't make me feel that way, its just that you didn't seem to want me when you had Taylor in your lap and he also wanted me to remind you that you can't cut his dick off cuz technically I came to him" I said in all one breathe, afraid of the reaction I would get from Harry.

He visibly tenses tightens his hold on me. He inhales deeply and exhales.

"Well then, technically I can't do anything about it because we weren't exclusive. However, seeing how now I am your boyfriend, you aren't allowed to kiss anyone but me. Am I clear?" He asks as his hold on me basically ends up being a death grip and his eyes darken into a hard stare.

I arch my back as I grind my hips over his crotch once on my way to push my chest up against his. I cup his chin between my fingers and bring my lips to his ears.

"I love it when you tell me what to do, turns me on so fucking much," I continue to rock my hips against his crotch and I breathe heavily on purpose in his ear.

Before I can do anything else his arms wrap around my back and he stands up to flip us on the couch so that he's on top of me with a grunt.

"Shut the fuck up," he says roughly as he pins both my wrists above my head and uses his other hand to trail down to the waistband on my jeans. He pushes his hand down and continues to groan in my ear when his two fingers glides through my folds.

"That's my good girl getting so wet for me," he murmurs into my ear.

"Only me," he adds with a husky voice.

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Author's Note:

IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG. PLEASE DONT HATE ME. I MISS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.

These past few months I've been really struggling with mental health and couldn't find it in me to write, I'm trying tho I promise

Happy Easter!

-Harryissexyashell