You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 31 - Memorable evening ♪

Harry's POV

Next to me lay a vision of beauty, with brown streaks of hair falling in her eyes, as she silently snores.

I stroke her cheek, smiling. I look around and see that we both had fallen asleep together in a hotel.

Just. Asleep. Nothing more.

"Harry ..."

I stop with my action and lean in closer to her. "Yes?"

She smiles and her eyes flutter open as she sits up, leaning on her elbows. "I have to go back home."

I frown, cupping her cheeks. "No, don't leave me, babe!"

"I have to," she sighed. "My brother will kill me otherwise. I told him I'd be back soon. But instead I slept here next to you."

I chuckled at her words, making her pout. "Not funny, I'm serious." she moaned, smacking me with a pillow.

"But I don't want to be left alone in this big hotel room, and in this humongous bed."

She smirks, cupping one of my cheeks while pecking the other one.

"I still have to go, my little Hazza!" she laughed, tickling me.

"No!" I whined, grabbing her arm as she was about to stand up. "Don't leave me!"

"Harry!" she screamed, her baggy shirt uncovering part of her shorts.

She grunted, pulling the shirt down to keep me from staring at her long and beautiful legs. "It's not enough that I hate shorts because they show my legs, but I have to wear them in front of a pervert like you!?"

That statement make me chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my head in her shoulder.

"I'm not that much of a pervert, love." I say. "I just like to tell you that every inch of you is perfect, from your head to your toes. You're beautiful in my eyes, I hope you know that."

I hear her stifle a giggle as I feel her arms wrapping around mine. I smile, planting a trail of kisses down to her neck.

"Since when were you so naughty?" she giggles.

I let go and spin her around so I'm looking directly into her eyes.

"Since I met and saw you." I answer casually.

"Can you at least let me change?" she grumbled. "I'm uncomfortable in your shorts."

"Why? They look really hot on you." I wink at her, causing her face to flush.

"Shut up, Harry." she grumbles, getting up and storming out of the room.

I groan and flop onto my bed, shutting my eyes. After about ten minutes, I hear Mackenzie coming out.

"Harry?" she whispers in my ear, making me grin.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I answered, opening my eyes.

She flinched, gulping, making me think that she liked being called 'sweetheart'. Hmm, I should call her that more often now.

She stood up straight and crossed her arms, frowning at me.

"Take me home," she demands. "Now! My brother will literally send the police after me."

Now, I don't want that. The police is bad too, but I don't want my sweetheart to face the wrath of her overprotective brother.

"OK," I mumble, smiling at her. "I'll take you back home."