seven || h.s

Beings|5

"Do you like that necklace?" Harry's distinct voice carried itself to my ears.

My eyes took delight in looking at the pink crystal attached to the gold chain. "Yes." Harry tugged me along into the small shop. We were greeted by an older woman with pure white hair. I smiled. Harry led her to the necklace I had grew fond of. "Harry you don't have to buy this." I spoke close to his ear.

"Yes that one ma'am." The lady collected the small accessory from a window display and led us to the register. "Is that all you want, love?" Harry looked down at me by his side. I nodded in response and he paid.

We'd been spending quite some time together since our date. Harry had asked billions of questions about me over the time as well. I'd figured out Harry wasn't one to make plans. He'd show up and he'd do it. He never set a date for when he'd decide to have me as his company. In a way he took advantage of my absence of a social life . Or maybe he just didn't like schedules. We hadn't kissed since the first time and I'd begun to become impatient. "Are you ready to get home darling?"

"It doesn't matter." I peered up at my reflection in Harry's black sunglasses. I was such a normal young girl compared to Harry by the way my hair parted centered at the top of my head to worn sneakers. Harry had insisted I put on a random buttoned down flannel he'd pulled from the back of his truck to cover my bare arms from the chilly air.

I liked how Harry dragged me to where he wanted to go. I like that he had power over me. We made it to my home shortly and Carrie greeted us. "Ouuu you're home! Anybody want snacks?" she sung. She was always so happy to see Harry. Maybe it was the fact that I had never had a boyfriend , or even a friend.

"We ate lunch just a while ago. You don't want anything do you?" Harry looked over where I stood in the refrigerator plopping a grape into my mouth. My cheeks turned crimson. A beautiful low chuckle fell from his mouth as he looked down. "I was mistaken."

"Oky doky," Carrie laughed. "I can fix you some grapes sweetheart." I shook my head grabbing Harry's hand to bring me upstairs.

"See you later Mrs.Lindell," Harry began tugging me to my room.

"Call me Carrie, dear!"

I sat on my bed as Harry fiddled around my desk. "Harry?"

His back was to me, "Yes love?"

"Can you kiss me again?" My sentence didn't cause him to turn around as I expected. When did I become so needy?

"You want me to kiss you baby girl?"

"Yes..please."

"Where do you want me to kiss you?"

"My lips," this time he turned around. He walked slowly to me. Again leaning from the over part of my bed.

"Which ones?" I sent him a peculiar look not understanding exactly what he meant. He began moving into my space and soon I was laying back against my duvet. His body laid against mine. He grabbed a piece of my hair, examining and observing it. "You're very innocent baby. Sooner or later I'm going to have to break that." I didn't answer him, I just stared longing for his touch. His lips found mine unexpectedly and I was grateful. This time his mouth moved against mine a little more firm. His hands pulled mine up to his hair. I took advantage quickly, tugging at the roots of his long locks. He let out a moan making something in my lower region tighten.

Harry bit my lip causing me to gasp. That gave him enough time to plunge his warm tongue into my mouth. He tasted of pure mint. It was expected due to the fact he always seemed to be chewing on a piece of gum. I released a moan as he won dominance in the battle of our mouths. He pulled back. "Harry," I whined but my eyes stayed shut.