Dusk h.s.

Chapter 70

Harry and I stay home all weekend. He tries his best to make it seem like a new home and I love his effort, but it just feels.....weird.

"Babe, wake up!" He pounces on me Monday morning, climbing on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I stretch, half asleep.

He bends down, gently kissing my lips. "Giving you a proper good morning kiss."

I giggle as his lips linger on mine.

"Now, how about breakfast in bed, love?"

He moves aside to reveal a tray with many very attractive dishes. One plate contains three pancakes piled high with a few strawberries sprinkled on top. Another contains a small side of bacon along with another bowl of eggs. On the edges of the tray are two bowls of orange juice which Harry picks up and places on our bedside table.

Our utensils are neat and tidy, placed on either side of our breakfast.

"Wow, you've been busy."

He smirks and grabs his fork. My eyes are attached to his bare chest. I study all the intricate tattoos on his arms and stomach.

"What do all these tattoos mean?" I ask.

He looks at me in confusion. "Are they supposed to mean something?"

I shrug. "I was assuming they might."

I take a bite of pancakes as his eyes study his own tattoos.

"Yeah, I guess they each have their own story to tell. What about you, kid? You got any?"

I bite my lip, shaking my head. "I don't really have an interest in being inked for life."

"It's not that bad." He smirks, taking a piece of bacon between his teeth. "Maybe I can take you some time."

"Or maybe not."

He chuckles, signaling for me to grab the opposite side of his bacon. I almost busy into laughter as my teeth catch the end. He starts eating further and further, ready for me to meet him in the middle. Right before our lips get the chance to meet, I yank my half of the bacon off of his and laugh as his facial expression changes. I chew my bacon and smile.

"Bitch." He states out of no where.

"Dick." I return, pulling the covers off of me and hopping out of bed.

Once I am ready for school, Harry drives me. When we get to first hour, Luke is occupying his usual spot, smirking at me as I sit down.

"Do you have something you wanna say?" I snap.

"Well......"

"You shouldn't! You've said enough already!"

"Woow, feisty pants."

"Fuck you Luke. This isn't funny!"

"What's funny is that you still believe him!"

"And I always will so get the fuck over it!"

He rolls his eyes, facing his back to me.

All through class, Mr. Fill's words bore me to sleep. By the time I'm awake, the bell schedules to ring in 2 minutes.

"Make sure your homework is ready the moment you step in class tomorrow! Have a good day!"

I didn't even hear what the dumbass homework is, but I'm most likely not gonna do it anyway so what's the point.

"You coming to the part this weekend? It's gonna be even more rad than Zayn's goodbye party." Natalye says, plopping down next to me at the lunch table.