Crazy | {h.s}

Midnight Sexting; I Love You

Seeing my family again after weeks was shocking to say the least. Harry and I had sort of managed to lock ourselves away in our own bubble for the past few months and this time away from each other now has made me realize how fast the time has actually gone.

My sister, as nosy as ever, is the only one who asks me of my relationship status. And maybe if she hadn't asked, no one would have ever found out that "I'm, um, kind of seeing someone."

But, she did ask. And she asked in front of the rest of my nosy family which lead to many different questions.

"How long have you been dating?"

"Is it serious?"

"Why haven't you told us?"

"Is he in school? What does he do?"

And many others.

"So, his names Harry then..." My sister asks, prying as always.

"Mhm..." I mumble, returning my attention to the show on TV.

"How old is he?"

"25."

"And his occupation?"

"Uh, he's an artist." I say wearily, hoping her response isn't a rude one.

"Ohh, an artist. I've been there. They usually have pretty talented fingers, if you know what I mean." She says suggestively.

"Oi, you don't have to get weird about it."

She just laughs, "So have you had the pleasure of experiencing his artistic hands yet? Is his cock big?"

"I'm not discussing this with you...And yes, it is..." I trail off before I get too ahead of myself and head upstairs.

I'm lucky I didn't tell her of the tattoo that now adorns my ribs, otherwise that could become a completely different story that involves lots of lecturing and disapproving parents.

With a cup of tea freshly made and one of Harry's shirts on that I may or may not have stolen from his flat, I make my way to bed after all the chaos of only the first day.

I'm not exactly sure how I'm supposed to manage so many days away from him-I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do when I'm not around him.

I slipped under the covers of my childhood bed, the warm sheets pulled over my body as I settle myself down.

I decided I wasn't even going to bother calling Harry, considering he was most likely already fast asleep. A good home cooked meal and a quite bedroom would do that to you. Plus all the sleep he's been lacking lately because of the set design he'd been working on has really taken a toll on his body.

Instead, I set my phone on my bedside table next to my half empty up of tea and burrow into my covers.

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I'm awoken at 11:56 by a very energetic, and very horny Harry.

"Gorgeous, please. I'm so fucking hard, please." Harry practically moans through our late midnight chat.

I squeal in amusement, "Hazza, baby, no. I'm not sexting you."

"God, I'm just thinking of fucking you now and it's getting me all worked up. I bet you'll be fucking tight, so fucking warm around me."

I giggle, "You're saying that like you know we're gonna have sex when we're back together."

"Well a boy can dream, can't he?" He says, voice muffled slightly from the pillow I assume he has his faced stuffed into in order to keep the moans down.