Deception - H.S

Chapter 70

Hope Whitlock

"Can you do my zipper, please?" I turned my back towards Harry, interrupting him from putting his socks on.

He pulls my zipper up silently, but I can practically see the cheeky smirk he had on because he was teasing my bare skin while doing my zip.

I thanked him but just as I was about to get back to my makeup, his one arm wraps around my waist and the other lifts the hem of my dress till my waist, exposing my ass. "Harry!"

"Fuck, I was just trying to see the work I did but if you keep wearing stuff like this, you're never going to get enough time to recover fully." He says, referring to the light blue thong I had on. I press my hands to my face, completely embarrassed.

"Regardless..." He hooks his finger under the seamless fabric on my hips, tracing it back and forth as he presses a soft kiss on both sides, "I was trying to kiss it better."

I pulled away from him, letting the dress fall back in place and flip around to point a scolding finger at him, "Don't use the phrase kiss it better just like that. The last time you did it, led to a lot of soreness which is why I'm currently wearing a dress."

"Didn't like what we did?" He raises a brow, partially concerned.

"N-no, I didn't say that..."

"Then I get to do it again. Perfect." He slaps his thighs with his hands, giving me an amused grin before getting up to put his shoes on.

I wore a short floral green dress; I was never a fan of green but recently the color has had me mesmerized. It was a simple dress with short flowy sleeves and a low-cut V-neck.

Walking was a bit problematic with the unignorable soreness that came with each step but I'm grateful for Harry to force me into a bath because without it, I couldn't imagine my condition. My ass, on the other hand, was bruised and swollen, thanks to Harry. How was I going to sit in a car for thirty minutes? No idea.

Harry and I were riding in his car while Louis, Liam and Niall were in Niall's car, they were following behind us since Harry wouldn't tell us where we were going, only that it was fun and involved food and drinking. No one really needed further convincing after that.

Harry's phone was hooked to the car via Bluetooth, a random playlist playing, or that's what he said to me but I could hear him humming to the songs which made me believe he wasn't comfortable with me knowing his playlists, that would be odd but then again who knows the mysteries of Harry's mind. He also didn't allow me to touch his phone to pick songs after requesting nicely, I huffed and crossed my arms in protest, telling him how unfair it was to not even let me pick one song. He only laughed and rested his hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze, the warmth of his hand enough to drain me of all anger.

I gazed out the window, saying the words to the few songs I was familiar with, they were a mix of rock, pop and both, a few of them even love songs which took me aback seeing that Harry liked them. Which reminds me of last night when Harry was playing the guitar and singing, it was a beautiful song and a very vulnerable one, the meaning behind the words being rather deep. Harry has a gifted voice and although I hear him on stage all the time, there was something about the way he was playing and singing that make my heart melt- almost as if he was feeling those words and I could sense the pain in his voice as he sang.

Harry's phone rings, seeing Niall's caller ID on it but he declines it. When I give him a questioning look, he shrugged, "He is literally right behind us! What can he possibly want?"

I laughed at his annoyance, looking over my shoulder to see Niall looking a little agitated. When I turned to face the front, we were driving on a raw road, large metal gates and a banner that read, 'Fall Fair' that was visible from a distance.