Abditory [H.S]

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I made this a while back bc i was bored^ its basically abditory's aesthetic and im pretty proud of it. Dont laugh at me.

Luella Jones

"I don't like you." He rolls his eyes.

"You don't kiss people you don't like, Harry." I push my hands on his shoulders from where I'm seated onto his lap sideways. One of his hands are wrapped around my waist firmly while the other lays on my exposed thigh, making my lower stomach swirl.

"Whatever." He shrugs.

He goes to lean in again but his phone rings, interrupting his actions, making him throw his head back in a groan.

I grab his phone for him on the desk, seeing a strange number on it, handing it to him.

Harry doesn't have a scowl on his face anymore once he notices the phone number, instead, he smiles and picks it up gladly.

"Hey mum." He answers, making me smile.

I'm happy to see he's talking to his mother. I remember Hala telling me he doesn't see her much because she lives away.

"Yeah, I'm good." He catches me staring, leading him to shyly look away. "No- no, don't worry, I've eaten."

My smile only grows wider as I hear his mum asking him about how he's doing, him replying to every question she has. She also tells him she's baking some cinnamon rolls, making him hum in agreement over how delicious they are. I hear another voice on the phone, followed by a series of questions.

"Yes, I know, Gemma." The familiar name hits me, from where I heard him once mention the person's name when we were trying to bond in Paris, and then he refused to tell me who she was. Now that I think about it, that's definitely his sister.

I don't know why he didn't tell me back then, maybe he wasn't as comfortable with me right now, or he didn't trust me enough to say that sort of information that must be personal for him. Either way, I'm glad he's even speaking with them on the phone in front of me now.

"Uh- no. I actually can't right now." He says, feeling his hand wrap around my waist more tightly, my hands still crossed over my lap.

"I... I just have some company now." He looks at me for a second before turning his gaze to the bookshelves.

Yes, he has some company. My company that he loves so much.

"That's okay, I'll talk to you later." He nods into the phone.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too." Harry murmurs the last part, making my face turn into a wide grin at how sweet that was. You don't often hear men say that to their mothers, it's quite rare and that's beautiful about Harry.

"That was so cute!" I exclaim when he shuts his phone off, throwing it into his jacket's pocket.

"Shut up." He shakes his head, trying to hide a smile.

"No, that was really sweet. Do they call you often?" I try to make a conversation about the subject, trying to let him let me in.

"Well, not everyday, but definitely often." His hand returns over my back thigh, making me tense up again.

"Hala told me you don't see them that often. Why?" I ask as he leans in, feeling his lips trail upon my jaw, definitely trying to distract me away but I won't let him. I need to make him talk to me about himself more.

"To keep them safe." He whispers against my neck, feeling his fingers slowly circling my hot skin.

"From what?" I question as he raises his hand off my waist, moving my hair to the side as he starts to softly kiss the skin below my ear, already turning me on.