Bad Boy Playground (h.s)

thirteen

Tattooed Heart

The way his tongue licks the whip cream off of his lip is going to kill me.

Harry thought it would be funny to give himself a whip cream mustache to make Lila laugh a bit. She found it so funny that she made one herself. What isn't funny, is that now I'm drooling and can't act on it because a five year old is sitting at our table.

He has whip cream on his face like a dork but I still want to suck it off of him. How is that fair? If I had a whip cream mustache right now, it wouldn't be hot or even like hehe cute.

I'd look atrocious.

I don't know if it's his face, my hormones or my infatuation with him, but something ain't right about this.

Why am I just as attractive to him being this bubbly goofy man child as I am when he's on top of me cursing in my ear.

It's fucked.

I know he knows what he's doing to me by the smirk he keeps sending my way. I want to so badly throw something at his dumb gorgeous face.

"You about ready babe?" His sexy deep voice speaks to me.

"Yeah." I mumble not being able to even speak with him looking like that sat in front of me.

You see, at the beginning of summer I was like, okay he's hot this could be fun. I never thought I'd still be so attracted to him all these months later.

With Braedan I was so attracted to him in the beginning but that heat started to fade with the lack of affection.

Harry could tell me he hates me and never want to talk to me again and I'd still be obsessing over him.

"Lila, want to go help me pay?" He asks his sister who's been bouncing around in her seat the whole time eating her waffles.

She chirps out a yes and the two of them stand up and walk over to the counter, asking the annoying good looking waitress for the bill.

Why are there so many good looking people in this town? I feel like I have to compete with all of them when it comes to his attention even though he already gives it to me.

Speaking of attention, I should probably warn Harry about Leah. I don't want any chance of anything happening when they're alone as jealous and possessive as it makes me sound.

She's pretty, I'll give her that but she's no me so her whole 'plan' to get with Harry needs to get nipped in the bud before she even tries to talk to him again.

I don't think she knows that I know about her hitting on Harry at Nialls party, and according to Harry he blew her off but still, I'm not gonna sit by while she flaunts herself out for him.

I see the nod Harry sends towards the door, prompting me to push myself up from the table and making my way over to him.

Holding the door open for me he makes sure to send me a wink before his hand comes down on my ass, the loud slap earning a few elderly people to turn our way.

The embarrassment floods my cheeks and quickens my steps towards his Mustang, hearing the familiar click unlocking the doors, I open the passenger side before moving the seat forward for Lila to jump in the back.

I can hear Harry laughing from somewhere behind me but I'm already climbing into the car and slamming the door to try and escape aged judgment.

His lengthy body slowly walking to the car almost like he sees how embarrassed I am and just wants to bask in my humiliation so he's taking as long as fucking possible.