Cherry Bomb [h.s]

23

"Did you crash the party too?" Harry asks me, then brings his hand up and rolls his bottom lip between his fingers.

"I was invited, actually." I answer stiffly, trying not to get flustered under his gaze.

"Well then, after you." He smiles coyly, stepping to the side and gesturing to our table.

I silently take a seat at the table, across from Zayn.

Although there is a chair at the end of the table, Harry sits directly next to me on my right. Which is not ideal, considering the only two moods I feel around him are frustration and sexual tension.

"I hope you don't mind that Willow invited me." I say to Zayn. 

"Are you kidding? I'm happy you're here." He smiles, then glances to Harry, "Him, on the other hand..."

Harry just gives a sarcastic smile and slight shake of the head. "Please, you love me." He says. His ring covered fingers tap lightly on the table, and he looks down towards his phone in his other hand. 

"What can I get everyone to drink?" A waitress with long, golden blonde hair asks, snapping me out of my daze. 

"A chai tea latte," I answer. 

"Just give me a water," Harry tells her, still looking at his phone. 

She takes down Zayn and Willow's orders, then leaves. Shortly after she's gone, Harry shuts off his phone and looks back up to everyone. 

"I heard you went on a walk through some gardens this morning," Zayn says to me. 

"Oh yeah, it was nice." I say back, "We enjoyed the peace and quiet for once."

"Are you going to try out any other places like it?" Zayn asks.

"Maybe, but there's so many other things here that I want to do and see." I shrug.

"You should come with me next time," Willow says to him, "for some good old fashioned sibling bonding."

That prompts Zayn to start a conversation with her about their various family trips, and which trail she's going to hike next, and what time do they need to get up?

Harry and I just observe quietly, sipping our drinks.

Suddenly, I feel Harry's hand on top of my thigh, cool metal of his rings causing goosebumps to form on my skin. 

I turn my head towards him slightly and glare at him. He gives a fake innocent look in response. 

I glance over to Zayn and Willow to see if they've noticed, but they're distracted. I lean in a bit and whisper to Harry. 

"We said no PDA, Harold." 

"It's not PDA if no one can see it, sunshine." He whispers back, glancing down to the tablecloth. 

I realize he's right, it's impossible to see what's going on underneath the tablecloth. 

His hand trails higher and towards the inside of my thigh, the loose material of my shorts leaving most of my skin available for him to touch. 

"Are you planning to go to any underground shows?" I ask Zayn after a lull in conversation, trying to ignore the fire I feel from Harry's touch. 

"Maybe, but most of them are going to be happening the same time as ours. But there'll probably be one or two late shows I'll see." Zayn answers, then begins to peruse the menu.

Harry begins running his fingertips up and down the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, shooting sparks through my whole body.

"Watch it," I warn him in another whisper.