I Hate You More

Home Sweet Home

Harlen

"Home sweet fucking home!" Emerson yelled as we walked through the front door of the boys' house, each us carrying a shit ton of bags.

"Can you shut the fuck up? My head hurts." Sebastian groaned.

"Well maybe if you weren't a fucking alcoholic, you'd be telling a different story." Remington cheered extra loud, successfully getting on his brother's nerves.

"Shhhh," Sebastian cooed, "I'm not addicted to alcohol. I just choose not to live without it."

"You guys are fucking ridiculous." I chuckled.

"But you love us anyway." Emerson beamed.

"Do I?" I sighed.

"Well, I sure hope so." Remington chuckled as he pulled me into him, and pecked my lips.

"Bleh!" Emerson shouted.

Remington kissed me again, this time flipping his younger brother off, and pulling a chuckle from my lips.

"You guys are fucking ridiculous." Emerson rolled his eyes playfully.

"But you love us anyway!"

Remington laughed at my taunting, and pulled me closer to him, "This is why I love you."

"Rem," Sebastian shouted, "not so loud!"

"I was literally whisper-"

Sebastian cut his brother off by placing his index finger to his lips, "Shhh."

"Sebastian who better take your finger off of me before I fucking break it."

"Ok, ok." I leaned in to kiss my boyfriend's cheek in an attempt to calm him down. My boyfriend. That sounded so strange, in the best way possible.

"Come on," Remington sighed as he pulled me up the stairs. The sigh sounded as if it was one of content, which warmed my heart, "let's go."

We ended up in his room, and as soon as the door was shut, I had him pinned against it with my lips on his.

"As much as I love where this is headed, that's not why I brought you up here," He laughed softly as I moved my lips to his neck. He placed his fingers under my chin, and tilted my head up so that my eyes met his, "come on Harley."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but, smiled nevertheless.

"What is it?" I asked, as I picked up a bracelet that was laying on his dresser, and began fiddling with it.

"Nothing big," Remington shrugged with his eyes in my hands, "just wondered what you had planned for your birthday?"

I didn't respond with anything more than a shrug at first, "I don't know. I kind of forgot about it. I mean I've spent the last two locked in a basement so..."

That earned a look of sympathy from my boyfriend- I'll never get used to that- which softened my expression, "I don't mind. We don't have to make a big deal of it."

"Oh come on," Remington once again chuckled as he softly kissed my temple, "you're turning twenty-five, and you don't want to make a big deal out of it?"

I smiled brightly at the way his eyes met mine, getting lost in the feelings rising in my chest, "I love you."

"I love you too." He scoffed playfully before pulling me into another kiss and taking his shirt off.

"Fuck it. You win."

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Remington