Lucky Penny [h.s.]

59.

Penelope.

"Harry Edward Styles!" I hissed under my breath, smacking my bag down on the counter, "Are you out of bed, again?!"

He had a guilty look on his face, munching ice cream in front of the fridge like a thief in the night. His eyes were wide, "I didn't know you'd be home yet!"

I could hardly understand him since he had a mouthful of ice cream in his mouth and I stomped over to him, yanking the tub out of his hands, "Give me that. You're on bedrest!"

"I was hungry!" He retorted in a cry.

"You can ask Mitch to bring you food."

Harry rolled his eyes, "He's in the shower. I'm so bored... A few steps won't kill me."

I ran a hand through my brown hair, feeling myself getting worked up over his words immediately, "Back to bed, now."

He defiantly stood against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Make me."

"Harry!" I stomped my foot down like a toddler and it amused him, "Realize you can't really do anything, huh?"

I pressed my lips together and gathered my breath, "MITCH!" I shouted from the top of my lungs. Harry's eyes widened, "No, no, no!"

I smirked in triumph when I heard the shower being turned off and the door opened, revealing Mitch with a towel round his hips as he hurried towards us, "What's the emergency?!" He asked in a worry and I simply pointed to Harry.

"Harry Edward Styles!" Mitch scolded him and I snorted at the exact words I had used only seconds before. Harry clenched his jaw, stubbornness taking over as he shrugged, "I'm not going back to bed."

"Like hell you are." Mitch muttered, glaring at him before he turned his head to me, "He's been a nightmare today."

"I can imagine." I whispered back and Harry huffed, "I can hear you."

Mitch and I both turned our heads back to see Harry, who was now glaring at us. Mitch didn't seem fazed though, "Alright, Harold, you have ten seconds to get your ass back in bed or I will drag you there. And for that I will need both hands which means this towel will drop to the floor in ten seconds. That means Penny will see my dick and you will physically feel it because I'll be holding you close to me to drag you in there."

Harry scrunched his nose up, "...I have so many things to say about that but it would take me much longer than ten seconds." He let out a sigh in defeat and rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll go."

Mitch and I high-fived and he let out a breath, "Good, because my last resort was getting Sarah here. When she's angry... she turns into Satan." A visible shudder ran over his spine and I raised my brows in amusement, "Sounds like you've experienced that first hand."

"Oh yes."

I giggled, "You can continue showering though, think I've got it now."

Mitch nodded and disappeared back into the bathroom while I joined a sulking Harry in the bedroom. His face lit up though when he saw my glare, and I stared at him with hard eyes and crossed arms over my chest, "What part of bedrest do you not understand?"

He shot me a sweet smile, "Have I told you yet how beautiful you look today?"

I tried to keep the hammering of my heart under control as well as my facial expressions. Harry was a twat but he knew damn well the way to coax me and get me soft.

He crawled up on the bed, sitting on his knees at the edge of it so he matched my height, carefully moving his palms to my thighs and stroking up and down, "...and have I told you yet that I love you today?"