Dirty Minded |H.S|

Chapter 11

We sit cris crossed on my bedroom floor in front of one another his eyes dancing around my anxious face. We've been sitting here for 5 minutes haven't said a single word. I know he came here to help me clean my room but I currently can't move nor speak.

" I.. uh.." my hands begin to slightly shake as I tried to form a coherent sentence. He tilts his head slowly to the side trying to understand what I'm getting at.

" Room dirty needs clean." My hand forcefully comes to my forehead with a harsh slap I hear harry chuckle finding this very amusing. He grips my hand and gently takes it off my forehead " why so nervous?" he comes close to my face waiting for a response. Well I don't know maybe because I fucking masturbated on FaceTime with someone I've only known for 2 days.

I let out a nervous laugh " Me nervous? Not at all." I lie straight through my teeth playfully slapping his shoulder my eyes widening from realizing how hard I had smacked him. He unhurriedly turns to his shoulder where I smacked and slowly drags his eyes back to mine with a infectious smile" I'm sorry I didn't mean to smack you that har-"

" Don't be. It didn't hurt." he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip suddenly standing to his feet glancing around my room like its some art museum.

He walks to my wall full of band posters coming to a abrupt halt when he notices my Black Sabbath poster. He peers over his shoulder with a grin " One of my favourite bands" my lips turn up at the corners taking in this new information as he continues on his path of exploring my room.

I stand up from the carpet making my way to my CDs organizing and putting them in the correct spots. I flinch when I feel a chest softly pressing against my back his tattooed ring invested hand picks up my Never Mind Nirvana CD. One of my favourites.

" Rest In Peace to a fucking rockstar." I whisper wishing I got the pleasure to have heard Kurt Cobain live." A musical genius" he says while putting it back in its correct spot. My breathing picks up when I feel his finger slowly moving up my spine in a taunting motion.His hot breath fanning against my ear.

" I could vacuum." He hums his voice vibrating through my ear causing my eyelids to flutter close
" Yeah um... the vacuum is in my closet" I point as he makes his way to my closet opening it and hauling out my vacuum. Jesus keep it together Delilah don't show that you would literally get on your knees in a heartbeat if he asked.

As he plugs in the cord I decide on playing some music like I usually do when I clean my room. I skim through all my CD's my eyes landing on Fleetwood Mac's Rumours album. I gently place it in my radio turning the volume up. Ive always liked listening to my music on a radio rather than a Spotify account it gives me a different feeling that I cant explain.

I turn around to see Harry's eyebrows furrowed vacuuming like it's his duty to not miss a single spot. He's so concentrated that he doesn't even notice me gawking at him. I bring my hand over my mouth to try and stop the laughter that wants to invade the air, but that doesn't work when a loud obnoxious snort climbs it's way out my throat causing Harry to snap his eyes in my direction with a confused expression.

" What's so funny?" he questions a smile growing on his face. Fuck that smile does he know his teeth are perfect. " The way you're so focused on vacuuming my carpet like you could mess it up from one wrong move."

" One wrong move and I could miss the Cheeto crumbs living on your floor" he places his hand on his hip sinking his teeth in his bottom lip to hold back a smile. I flip him off and start bopping my head to the beat of the song Dreams.

"Oh thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say,women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know"

I sing along walking slow to Harry with my hand extending out for him to accept. He steps away from the vacuum taking my hand in his large one. I playfully spin him around as he does the same to me before he whips me to his chest dipping me down in a swift motion. A small gasp leaves my lips not having expected it. His arm is firmly around my neck as his other is keeping my weight balanced so I don't hit the floor. His eyes dip down to my lips as he slowly brings me back up flush against his chest with a lazy smirk.

I get the stupid idea to try and do the same thing he did failing miserably as Harry crashes to the ground with a hard thud. " I'm so sorr-" he yanks my hand down causing my hands to instinctively press against his chest with a small yelp. "  I thought I could do it to." Harry laughed putting the piece of hair that fell in front of my face behind my ear. " You tried that's all that matters." He murmured running his finger back and forth along my jaw. Goosebumps started to spread along my skin from the contact.

My finger tips made their way through his soft curls without realizing adding a gently and light massage on his scalp earning a hum from Harry. His eyelids fluttered closed relishing in what I know to be the best feeling.

Brinley always does this when I have a headache it quite literally feels heavenly.

He opens his eyes with a look I can't decipher. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip dangerously slow making my heart skip a beat.

" Can I tell you something?" He mumbled making my thoughts run rapid as to what he wanted to tell me. " Yeah" I quietly responded.

He crept his way to the shell of my ear whispering " I think I have a crush on you Delilah." Heat rose to my cheeks as my heart suddenly stopped beating mouth becoming almost as dry as the desert.

Before I got the chance to respond the sounds of my door slamming open caused me to flinch on Harrys chest" Hey Delilah do you wan-"Brinley halts to a stop in the middle of my room looking puzzled to see Harry and me tangled together on the floor.

Not even questing when Harry showed up she begins to slowly walk out " I'm sorry I can come back later" before she gets a chance to shut the door I call out
" wait! What did you want to tell me Brinley?" She peeks her head through the door "I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie. Harry can join." She smiled. I swung my head back to Harry " Want to watch a movie?" I asked biting my lip with a grin his eyes gazed at my lips before they dilated " mmmh." My eyebrows furrowed not really knowing if that was a yes or a no. " Is that a yes?" I tilted my head to the side " yeah" I gave a nod before whipping my head back to Brinley who was still waiting for my response.

I slowly climb off Harry as he stands up to his own two feet. "Yeah we're coming" I told her as she nodded " Yay! I'll make popcorn." She left my room in a hurry.

I turned off my radio and light to my room as Harry sauntered his way planting his feet in front of me. I gazed up to meet his eyes " I think I have a crush on you too" I admit to him my cheeks probably as red as a stop sign.

He grins ear to ear poking my cheeks " I love it when you turn red." I swatted his fingers from my cheeks
" well I don't" I grumbled walking vastly out my room leaving him there to find his own way to the living room.

I'm sorry guys this was way short than I intended. Next chapter will be longer :)