[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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tw— mentions of rape.
Cora Bailey My eyes peel open, Harrys room incredibly dark. He was facing me, both of his arms wrapped around me, making me fee his body warmth. I had my arms wrapped around him too, my head on his butterfly tattoo.
I smile and nuzzle into him. I could hear his heart softly beating which makes me smile and sigh softly. I use one of my hands to trace his abs, running down the faint trail of hair from his belly button to the hem of his sweatpants.
I tilt my head up to look at him, his head turned a little, his cheek squished up. He had a small hickey on his neck from my lips, it wasn't very big but you could tell it was a hickey.
I smile and tilt my head back down, hearing him breathe. He inhaled and stretches with me still on his chest but he reaches his lips down to kiss my head.
I hum and he hugs me closer, kissing my head again. "Morning," he rasps in a whisper.
Fuck, his morning voice is so sexy.
"Morning," I whisper. We lay there in silence for a while, my eyes closing.
"What's on the agenda today?" he rubs my arm up and down.
"Laying here all day," I nuzzle.
"That's a bit boring," he breathes out a smile.
"No it's not," I shake my head, on his chest. "I love cuddles,"
"Me too," he smiles. "I wanna get a cat," he randomly says. I sit up and roll onto my stomach, putting my hands on his chest and putting my chin on my hands.
"What kind?" I trace his tattoos.
"I don't know, anything, honestly," he whispers. "It gets a bit quiet with just myself when you're not here," he tucks hair behind my ear.
"I've wanted a cat, Niall hates them though,"
"Why? They're so cute," he grins.
"I know," I sigh. "Niall's a different species though," I put my temple on my hand, tracing his swallows on his collarbones. He goes quiet, making me lift my head up and look at him.
"When you hooked up with Niall...did you like it?" he whispers making me furrow my brows.
I've never been asked that write, only because a few people know and they don't ask questions. Why was he wanting to know this?
"Um," I bite my lip. "Why are you asking me this?" I ask softly.
"Just curious," he shrugs lightly.
"Yeah..." I nod softly. He nods to, humming once. "Why did you ask me that, Harry?"
"No reas—"
"Harry," I say blankly.
"Because I'm literally almost ten years older than you, I was just asking because maybe you like boys your age," he shrugs. I crawl closer to him,
