Addicted || HS

Sixty-eight (Goodbye Harry)

Feeling too lazy for the previously on Addicted lmao

Rose POV

Harry quickly turns off the TV with a horrified expression on his face. I wasn't paying attention to what was on the TV screen because I was checking my phone for any missed notifications.

"What's wrong?" I ask him while he stands up. He doesn't look at me until I also stand up too.

"Rose I can explain-"

"Harry what are you talking about? I wasn't paying attention to the TV."

He snaps his mouth closed since it was open, ready for him to explain something.

"Oh..." His voice trails away, slowly disappearing from the words he was about to say.

I feel like he's hiding something from me, or maybe he just saw something on the news he didn't want to see. Plus I know he wouldn't be hiding something from me since he promised there wouldn't be anymore secrets.

"Is everything okay? What's happening Harry?"

He takes a few deep breaths before he stressfully passed a hand through his long dark brown curly hair. He exhaled his breath before looking at me in the eyes, those deep dark emerald green eyes that can explain the world with just one look.

"Nothing. I just saw in the news that there was a shooting nearby. Nothing important." I feel like he's lying, but at the end we will end up arguing if I say he is lying.

"Okay." I casually say as I sit back down on the couch. He sits down too, turning the TV on, but changes the channel as soon as the news appeared.

After a few minutes of silence with only the sound of fake laughter from a comedy show, Harry breaks the silence.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks like we barely met, and he knows nothing about me.

"What?" I say with a small hint of laugh.

"I just want us to refresh our knowledge about each other. We always spend talking about problems and never about us."

When he sees that I don't answer he just shakes his head. "Never mind-" He starts to say but I interrupt him.

"Red. What's your favorite color curls?"

He laughs a little before moving his body towards me. His laugh is harmony to my ears.

"Blue. Always has and always will."

"Favorite food?"

"Tacos!" He almost shouts like a little boy. "Also bananas. That shit is good."

"Dummy." I playfully say. I rest my legs on his lap before speaking.

"My favorite food would be... I guess churros."

He laughs a little, looking at me with disbelief. "Churros? I have never seen you eat churros."

"I have also never seen you eat tacos."

We both laugh before he pulls me to sit on his lap. "I would like to see you eat a churro," he begins to whisper against my ear. "Especially mine..."

"Okay Harry you're not good with the dirty talk." I laugh throwing my head back.

"Well I know I'm rusty, but it's because we haven't done it in so long." He starts to kiss me down my neck, leaving small wet kisses in a trail.

His hands roam my clothed back from the bottom all the way to my top shoulders. Our lips then find each other, moving in a slow enjoyable rhythm. Our bodies are pressed together, not letting the warmth in us escape.