What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 12 parт 1 - 'вaѕeмenт anyone?'

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.....Hi..... Umm so... It's been awhile since uh.. I've updated... I AM SOOOO SORRY!!!! REALLY I AM!! I've just been really busy plus working on editing and ughhh it's been crazy.

So moving on because you have all been waiting on this update for far too long.. HERE'S CHAPTER 12! Part 1!! Enjoy my amazing Homies!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!! <3

P.S.- Picture of the basement on the side except a bit more spacious :)

P.P.S. - I probably won't be able to update next week... MAYBE... so the next update will most likely be in two weeks.

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~Isabelle~

We head down the stairs, Harry trailing behind me.

"IZZY-"

"I'm coming Niall!" I shout. "Jesus" I mumble, rolling my eyes and Harry chuckles.

As soon as my left foot touches the floor, Harry's warm hand encompasses mine and pulls me back a step. He moves around me until he's on the floor and I'm a step higher, our height's equal. "Harry, what are y-" I begin but he cuts me off. With his lips.

His left hand slides to the back of my neck, cradling my head as his lips move against mine. I don't question him and kiss him back; both of us moving in sync. My hand moves up to his cheek, my fingers clutching his jawbone.

The kiss is slow and soft, just like the one upstairs and it twists something within me. I would never have thought that I'd prefer a kiss like this rather than one filled with heat and lust, but I do. For some reason, I favor the toe curling sensation this gentle kiss supplies.

His tongue leisurely traces my bottom lip as his right hand slides underneath my sweater only to meet my gray shirt. He grunts, slipping his fingers underneath that layer as well. His fingertips dig into my hip, sure to bruise the fragile skin, as a warmth surges through me and fills my entire body. My other hand snakes up into his hair, gripping his curls; knowing full well that it'll drive him crazy. Our kiss starts to deepen, turning not into heat or lust, but into something more; something that drives a spike of pure ecstasy through my core.

"ISABELLE ROSE WHITE!"

I pull my lips away from Harry, ending the sensual sensations. I try to back away but he wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me to him. "I'm coming!!" I giggle, my chin coming to rest on Harry's shoulder as he nibbles at my neck and my teeth catch my bottom lip.

"Harry c'mon." I say, laughing. He slowly lets me go and I step down from the stairs. I grab his hand and pull him along towards the kitchen.

"Rose? How come he knows your middle name and I don't." Harry asks.

"Because he asked and you didn't." I reply, almost to the kitchen.

"Well mine's Edward." He says.

I chuckle. "I didn't ask." I say teasingly.

We're ten feet from the kitchen entrance when I can't move Harry anymore. He's stopped and my efforts to continue to pull him along fail as he pouts.

I huff. "I was kidding Harry." I say and lean forward to kiss him lightly on the lips.

His pout disappears and is replaced with a cheeky smirk. "I know. I just wanted you to kiss me again." He says and winks at me.

"You little-"