Cherry Bomb [h.s]

22

Spencer

"Okay, first rule: No staying the night." I say as I write it down on a piece of hotel stationary. 

I'm sitting at the desk in Harry's hotel room, writing the rules down as he looks over my shoulder. He's leaned over, hands on the back of my chair and body heat emanating off of him. Honestly, he's making it really hard to focus.

"Second rule: No pillow talk." Harry says, "No sappy shit, no feelings." 

"I agree," I nod. Ugh, I don't even want to think about pouring my feelings out to Harry. And I definitely don't want to know what's going on in that brain of his. 

"Third rule?" I ask.

"We are allowed to see other people. Encouraged, even." Harry suggests, and I write it down. He then releases my chair and moves over to stand next to the desk, where I can see his face, green eyes gazing at me more than the paper.

"Oh! Rule 4: Always use protection." I say. I have the arm implant, so I won't get pregnant. But I'm not trying to catch any diseases. And I'm sure Harry doesn't trust me that much, either.

"Good idea," Harry nods, "Rule 5: Neither of us can be under the influence of anything during any sexual act." 

How could I forget about Harry's aversion to alcohol? 

I nod as I write down the rule. It's probably best for both of us to be in a completely clear headspace when we're fucking around. 

"Rule 6: No PDA," I say, "I don't want this to be public. And to add to that, Rule 7: We can't tell anyone."

Harry nods in agreement. "Not even Zayn," He says to me. 

"Especially not Zayn." I tell him. Just imagining Zayn's reaction is enough for me to keep this secret.

"Can I add one more rule?" Harry asks, "Rule 8: We can't leave any visible marks on each other's skin, and if we do then they must be easily hidden." 

I furrow my brows at this. 

"Why?" I ask, "It's not like anyone's going to know that we were the ones making those marks on each other." 

Harry and I are both... well, we're whores. We're both known to sleep around and all that, so anyone would just assume any hickeys or bruises were from one of our numerous hookups.

"Just write it down, okay?" He sort of snaps. 

"Okay, okay, I'm writing it down," I say as my pen moves across the paper. "Okay, that's 8 rules."

"I feel like we should add 2 more, just to make it an even 10." Harry says, examining the paper. 

"Uhh... Rule 9: Either of us can back out at any time." I suggest, thinking it's good to have a non-committal rule, especially if Harry crosses the line again. 

"And Rule 10: We're not allowed to fall in love with each other." Harry says, and I look at him curiously.

"Like that would ever happen," I scoff. 

"I figured that we should have a rule that we don't have to worry about accidentally breaking. Makes it easy." He explains.

"Okay, so we have 10 rules," I say, "Should we sign it?" 

"Why not?" He shrugs, then grabs the pen and signs his name right below the last rule and to the left, leaving room for me to sign on the right. 

I put my signature right next to his, sealing the 'document.'