B R I A N N A ' S P. O. V.
Harry is so indecisive when it comes to picking clothes and dressing up. He always need someone with him, it's either Harper and Hailey, or me. Sandrine and Harry aren't in such good terms for a week, she usually leave the four of us here. I don't mind at all, at least I get the chance to show my love for my favorite people, take care of them. It feels nice to do it, and I will never ever quit on this job. Seeing them happy makes me happy. But still, Harper's sentence won't get out of my mind. He said that he loves me more than Sandrine, right in front of his father.
"Brianna? Baby?" Harry washed me away from my thoughts, bewilderment evident on his face. I shook my head rapidly before meeting his gaze. "I've been talking to you a for a few minutes now, did you hear anything?" He sighed, dropping his arms limply on his sides. I guess too carried away with my daydreaming. "I'm sorry, I didn't. Was busy thinking of something else." I pursed my lips in between my teeth, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. He hung his hoodies back in his closet then strutted towards me. "What's it about, love?" I sat on his lap and my fingers found their way to his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He let out a hum as my fingers made contact with his head, muscular arms surrounding my waist. "C'mon hun, tell me." He pushed.
"It was just about you and the kids. Harper's sentence the other night bothers me." I sighed, pressing my forehead against his. "Harper loves you so much, baby. I'm so happy to have them, and you to watch over us, although Sandrine's being shit and all. I don't really know what's wrong with her." Despite Harry's choice of words, he made me understand. "Is everything okay between you and Sandrine?" He shook his head in response as a no, and I decided not to get in their way.
"I love you." He breathed. I froze at his sudden choice of sentence, a hint of pink or some type of redness felt on my cheeks but it would be rude if I won't answer him since we're sharing mutual feelings towards each other. "I love you." I giggled. A smile crept on his lips before leaning forward to kiss me. It was rough, his teeth trapping my lower lip in between them then pulled away after a few seconds.
"So... What can you say about my clothes?" He brought the topic back. I wanted to wear one of his clothes so badly. "Oh, about the hoodies, I'm going to pick the gray one. You'd look good in it." I winked then he pinched my cheeks ever so tightly, making me squirm in pain. "Heeey," I whined. "It hurts."
"You're so adorable, I don't regret laying my eyes on such a beautiful girl like you. Anyway, are you doing good in school?" He quizzed, settling me back down on bed as he went to get his gray hoodie before placing it in his suitcase. "Yes, Mr. Styles," I proudly answered, "Still the first on charts." I smirked playfully.
"Good girl, I'm so proud of you." He says, kissing my forehead.
I sucked some air at his choice of words. Why does it keep on turning me on?
"Thanks." I chuckled nervously.
"I think we should drop by your house so I could help you pack your things." He said, throwing me onto his shoulder and I groaned in annoyance. "Ugh, Harry I can walk, y'know." I rolled my eyes before biting on his back. Suddenly, I felt a slap on my bum. I gasped in shock, slapping his back. "Nice ass you got there." He laughs, carrying his suitcase.
"You're so dirty!" I exclaimed, wriggling on top of his shoulder. He held my thighs with one arm as low, sexy chuckles escaped his lips. "Oh, I highly doubt that sweetheart. You're going to regret what you said, trust me." He defended himself, biting on my leg. "Okay, now you're biting me tiger?" I shook my leg gently.
"I wonder how your legs taste like without these tight ass skinny jeans." He winked as I got settled in the passenger's seat, then he walked over to his side.
