Desolate - h.s. ✓

° forty-two ° *

     It was late Tuesday night when I got a text from Harry. He said he couldn't sleep, and it was pouring rain outside, so I had no idea how this whole sneaking in business would work. I agreed anyway, waiting about five minutes for another text that said he was here. Heading downstairs, I opened the door, shutting it quickly and locking it back up.

"Hey, baby," he murmured.

I was surprised when he cupped my cheek, pressing his lips to mine very briefly. He looked cute in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I giggled softly when he shook his wet hair, my hands pushing him lightly to head upstairs. I noticed his clothes were absolutely soaked, Harry slipping his shoes off beside my door. I locked that behind us, my boyfriend tugging his sweatshirt off. He said he brought a change of clothes for the very issue, opening the plastic bag he brought. I sat on my bed as he fully changed, Harry joining me a couple of seconds later.

"Why are you still up?" he asked.

"Oh, you know me. Always doing homework."

He turned to me, pressing his lips to mine. If this was what he came over for, I definitely didn't mind. The sheer thought of him coming over to make out and sleep were two amazing things. We continued kissing for a while, my cheeks flushing when his necklace hit my chin, Harry apologizing.

"God, thinks I'm a sinner."

He rolled his eyes. "No he doesn't."

"Do you go to church?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I used to when I was younger, but Mum stopped having us go because I don't have free time. Well, I do, but Sunday is a day I can just sleep in and relax."

Nodding, I leaned up and kissed him again. I never really pictured Harry as a church goer, but I figured it was because he was devilishly handsome. Ignoring the thoughts in my mind, I blushed when he kissed down my body, shifting back up. His lips were on mine again not much later, Harry falling between my thighs easily. When he pulled away, he pressed sloppy kisses to my jaw, and throat, and shoulder, his lips making their way back up. Before he could kiss me again, I left a mark against the hinge of his jaw, Harry groaning against me softly. His hand was on my side, my chest rising and falling quickly as he squeezed my hip.

As his lips connected with mine again, I grabbed his shirt, tugging on the material. My boyfriend pulled the fabric off easily, only parting from our kiss for a few seconds before he continued. His tongue slipped into my mouth this time, my nails digging into his back without really thinking. I gasped when he rubbed himself against me, Harry panting while his forehead rested against mine.

" After that, Harry let go of my throat, our lips meeting in a rough kiss. I moaned into his mouth, the curly-haired boy tugging my shorts down easily. It wasn't very long before he was pulling back from me, glancing down between my thighs. I heard him scoff softly, glancing at me, and then the place between my thighs.

"I want to take a picture of you so badly," he murmured, pressing his lips against my thighs easily. "But that's illegal."

"Harry, I'm literally not that cute."

"You're right," he agreed. "I think you've somehow managed to upgrade to sexy as fuck."

He smirked at me, green eyes holding a hint of mischief as he grabbed his phone off the night table. I giggled when he took a picture of my face, Harry chuckling when I pulled him down to me, our lips meeting in an easy kiss. I was pretty sure he got a picture of that, the two of us looking at a slightly blurry photo, though it still managed to look good. However, the sweetness of the moment returned to a much rougher tone. Harry flipped me over, a yelp leaving my lips when he smacked my ass lightly before squeezing it easily. Just after his flash went off for a third time, a flash of lightening ran through the room, thunder following not much later. Harry took two separate photos, one with his hand holding my ass, and the other without his hand there. I blushed when he showed me the pictures, Harry smirking at me.