Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Violet Elizabeth

"What do you want?" I groan into the pillow as Harry shakes me awake. "Leave me alone, bro." Turning on my stomach I hug the pillow tight to my face hoping he'll take a hint but of course he doesn't and climbs on the bed to straddle my hips.

"Don't call me bro and I want to show you something." Grabbing my hips, he tries to turn me around but I put all of my weight into this bed refusing to move. I thought waking me up was a sin in his books.

"I'll call you whatever I want. Now leave me alone." Shutting my eyes on the pillow I go back to sleep as Harry continues to try and turn me. Shaking my hips, I'm a dead woman when he starts to kiss up my back. I'm only in a tank top and when his lips press against my back a shiver rakes up my spine.

The stupid thing about sleeping in a tank top is your boobs always fall out when you're sleeping and I currently can't fix them but it's my secret weapon so I smile in the pillow. 

"What do you want?" Trying to move my body from his hold he's got me trapped with his lips. Kissing in my neck I tilt my head from the contact and he manages to get his hands wrapped around my stomach. Travelling up he eventually realizes my tits are out and his lips pause. "What's the matter, baby?" I taunt and he grunts into my neck. "Don't tell me I shut you up." 

Flipping me over I gasp from the force. My hair grows messy on the pillow that I take with me. Covering my face with it, his hands cup my breasts and hold onto them like a bra - squeezing them every so often.

"Nice little surprise." His breath is warm on my skin as he presses his knee to my centre making my whimper. "But you're still not getting out of this, sweet girl." Bunching my tits one last time, he moves his hands to place over the pillow.

Harry starts to tug forward but I'm quick to retreat back. "Let me sleep." I groan my head back trying to turn around but he wont let me.

"No, I have the day planned out." He eventually has enough and rips the pillow from my face. Laying underneath staring into him hardly he just leans forward. "Hey, baby." His smile is just so sweet and I can't help but giggle at the sight.

"Hey there!" 

It's only been two weeks since we moved here and his hair is officially just above his shoulders. His curls look so good and every time I'm near him I have to rake my hands through it. He says he's going to grow it longer and I couldn't agree more.

Last week when we were in the car after picking up Frank I directed Harry to the nearest Petsmart. Parking the car and climbing out Harry only laughed at me because I was carrying my cat into the store.

"You're carrying him like it's your child."  He taunts, sitting on the edge of the car as I have Frank on my shoulder. He's been a sucker for me in the past three hours and he's just so gentle.

"He is my child."  I smile, rotating him in my arms to cradle him like an actual baby. "Welcome to the family, Frank!" I do this to poke fun at Harry but Frank just stares at me, not caring in the slightest. This action makes Harry roll his eyes as we walk into the store. "He's even got those crystal baby eyes."