Desolate - h.s. ✓

° thirty-two °*

a/n: anytime there is an asterisk from here on out it means that there will be smut in the chapter 

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     Harry and I headed to the kitchen first, the curly-haired boy making it there before me. I stumbled into him when he stopped suddenly, his arms wrapping around me so I wouldn't completely fall. Smiling at him, he shook his head, sitting me down on a bar stool easily. The lights were on, and I watched as he picked up a box, looking at a note and shaking his head.

"This is so embarrassing. She doesn't think I would buy us condoms if we were ready?"

"Well, she's just being nice," I told him. "You can always save them."

"I'll give them to my friends. They're not my size anyway, and I don't like Durex. God, she thinks my dick is small too."

Sighing, I got up, wrapping my arms around Harry easily. He set the box on the counter, shaking his head as he held me against him easily. Honestly, I did think it was sweet of his mother to buy us condoms, but a part of me felt like I would be embarrassed the next time I saw her.

"Alright, well, I'm hungry. Do you want, like, pancakes or something?" Harry asked.

"Can you make me chocolate chip ones?"

"Of course. Anything for my girl."

Thanking him, I said I wanted to go upstairs and change into one of his shirts. He nodded, telling me to be careful before I disappeared out of the kitchen. Setting my purse on his bed, I changed into one of his T-shirts, folding my clothes easily before I headed back downstairs with my phone. Ella had said something about me having a good time at Harry's, which I thanked her for. However, a text from my brother claimed that he couldn't find me at the party, but he noticed Ella was there.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"What do I say if E knows I'm not at the party, but he saw that my go to person was there?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, shifting the pan for the pancakes off the burner. He walked over to me, taking my phone and reading over the message. I could tell he was thinking, about to say something when his phone started ringing. Harry sighed, looking at his phone and answering it while holding his index to his lips.

"Hey, Ethan ... no, I haven't seen her ... I came home because I wasn't in the mood to hook up tonight ... that is totally valid ... I mean, I just wanted to be alone ... no, really, it's cool, you don't have to ... what the fuck do you mean you're out front?"

My eyes widened, Harry saying he would see Ethan in a minute before hanging up. I was surprised when he kissed my forehead, the boy telling me to hide in his parents' closet. Taking my phone, I grabbed my clothes and purse from Harry's room, making sure to take my shoes also. Heading down the hall into his mother's room, I turned my phone completely off, hiding in the closet behind some clothes. Honestly, Ethan was a kind boy, but I was still frightened that he would end up hurting myself or Harry if he found out what was going on here.

"... she isn't here. Why don't you believe me?"

"It's just odd that she wasn't there and neither were you," Ethan stated. "You're not one to not hook up either. Even if it's just making out."

"Ethan, dude, I'm trying to focus on school and shit. I can leave a party early, you know?"

The sound of their voices went down the other end of the hallway, and I knew that they had to be going to Harry's room. After several minutes, they started talking about where I had been lately. Harry played dumb, even though several of the days Ethan was asking about I had definitely been with Harry. However, my body completely stilled when I heard the bedroom door open.