STRIP

25.

Clementine Adams

I laid awake thinking about this boy, wondering what could go wrong if I told him I loved him. Multiple things can happen in a relationship when telling someone you love them. They either run for the hills, admit they love you and don't mean it, therefore altering the relationship because they are trying to fake something they don't feel, or things stay the same.

Things have stayed the same in Harry and I's case. I knew he meant it when he told me he loved me but it only goes to prove it more that we've been in his apartment together for five days now and the only thing that's slightly different is Harry's whispers of love into my ear every chance he gets. Which is only slightly different because he still whispers things such as how pretty I am, how much I mean to him, and things he loves about me, but at the end of his little speech while his lips assault my neck he whispers I love you multiple times.

That's an easy giveaway that the spoken words between us were true.

We didn't change. Every other thing has stayed the same besides those words that honestly don't hold much meaning as long as you're showing the person you love them, saying aloud you love someone holds no meaning if you don't act like it.

Every morning he's woken me up with his wet lips pressed against my entire face, making sure to touch every inch of skin. During my exams, I've just sat in his bed while he went and watched tv in the living room. While I would study, as predicted, he would sit behind me and wrap his arms around my body, resting his head on my shoulder and constantly distract me until I would either give in to him or make him leave the room followed by him laughing the entire walk to the door before telling me the computer is getting more action than he is.

I knew he was joking when he said that not only by the wink he would shoot me before leaving but because we haven't kept our hands off of each other at any chance we could get. Like now. I'm taking my last final, one that I know I'll do well on and barely studied for because of how easy the class has been. Harry is sat behind me again on the bed with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder while I'm taking the exam and has remained tamed for the most part.

"Pick B," he chuckles the second I click on the next question, I know he hasn't even read the prompt because the screen has barely loaded before he tells me which answer I should pick.

"If you want to help you need to actually read the question," I laugh with him looking over the words myself.

"I feel confident enough, baby, you're talking to a college dropout, don't you trust me?" He continues to laugh as he presses his lips into my neck just as he has been almost the entire duration of the exam.

"Very funny, pretty boy, it's not B though," I tell him, clicking on D and moving on to the next question.

"I meant this one was B," he states pulling his head up to look at the screen, "this is the last question?" He practically cheers.

"Yeah so maybe we should try to actually get it right," I giggle before reading the question myself and immediately knowing the answer, he's gonna like this, "you're right."

"What?" He bends forward further to look at the screen, taking me with him as my body tilts as well. "Holy shit, told you I know my stuff," he praises himself.

"Very smart, baby, I'm impressed," I play along even though I know he was just guessing the entire time.

I quickly submit my last final before turning off the computer and shutting it.

"What did we get?" He asks, excitement filling his voice.

"I don't get the results yet," I giggle, turning around to face him and wrapping my arms around his neck, "I'll probably never know, the site gets shut down before you can see your grades sometimes and you just have to look at your overall final grade," I explain.