𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑

"Sit down you idiot" Y/N smiles, sorting the bottles of nail polish into a row, "But then if Mitch gets home I won't have time to hide" Harry smirks making Y/N laugh.

"You won't have to hide, he's okay with you being in here, you are paying for it" She chuckles, "Tell that to his face! I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he saw me next to you last time" Harry teases, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"He's just worried, you know with you being a millionaire popstar and all that" Y/N smirks back, "Yeah yeah, I get it but he's literally my guitarist and he knows what I'm like" Harry sighs.

Mitch is Y/N's older brother, he asked Harry if she could come on the second tour with him because he'd missed her a lot last time, Harry had agreed and in no time he and Y/N had developed somewhat of a connection, one thing led to another and they started dating, that was about two months ago and Mitch has had a bit of a problem with it.

"Maybe if you tried to talk to him about it" Y/N suggests, "Talk to him?! I have tried he just stares at me like I've murdered his dog or something" Harry groans.

"That's just how he is, he's protective of me and now we're dating he's trying to make himself used to it" Y/N says, "You've told me that, I just don't see why he hates me, I was his best friend three months ago and now he just glares at me, I miss him" Harry sighs, "I know you do, I'll talk to him, he's just adjusting" Y/N decides, "No but then he's gonna know we were talking about him and he'll hate me more" Harry says quickly.

"You're insane" Y/N chuckles, "Now, come sit down so I can paint your nails" She says, grabbing his hand and trying to get him to sit down. Harry complies and sits down in front of her, sighing.

"Do you think he'll hate me forever?" Harry asks, genuine pain in his voice at the thought.

"Hey, no of course not. He doesn't even hate you now H, he's just protective I swear, he'll come around, I promise" Y/N says, looking at him seriously so he knows she's not just saying that.

"Alright" Harry smiles.

...

Y/N talked to Mitch and he'd agreed that he wouldn't be cold towards Harry any more, he'd missed him anyway but his pettiness got in the way of that and he knows that Harry makes Y/N happy and he's a good guy so he decided he'd try to get over it.

Now Y/N and Harry were sat in his hotel room playing snap, "Snap!" Y/N yells, slamming her hand down on the table, "Oh for fucks sake!" Harry groans as Y/N laughs, "Ha! Sucker take that! I win!" She gloats making Harry roll his eyes, "Whatever, I let you win" He says but his sore loser ways gave away that he definitely did not let her win.

"You did not! You're such a bad loser" Y/N groans making Harry smirk, "Yeah yeah" He says pulling her up from her chair and pulling her onto the bed on top of him.

"You're so beautiful" He smiles, gently kissing her lips, Y/N looks away from his eyes, she always got flustered any time Harry complimented her.

He runs his hands up her sides softly, his lips attaching to her neck, sucking a bruise onto the skin.

"H" Y/N says her eyes fluttering shut, "Don't leave a mark" She says breathlessly, her voice barely even a whisper and Harry doesn't hear her.

He rolls them over softly so she's under him, trailing kisses up her jaw as his thumb runs over the dark purple bruise he'd just made, he pulls away to look at it, his eyes widening as he didn't realise just how dark it was, until a smirk forms on his lips and Y/N looks at him curiously.

"What?" She asks, "Nothing" Harry says, chuckling a little as he goes to connect their lips, "Harry, what'd you do?" She asks seriously, resting her hands on his shoulders and sitting up on her spot, "Nothing I swear" He says, holding his hands up in surrender but he starts laughing which ultimately defeats the purpose.