Rich H.S

Part 15

"You're joking!" Harry gaped; his head tilted back in laughter while his hand squeezed your thigh at the same time. The two of you had been sitting at that same table in front of Clancy's for what felt like hours and barely 10 minutes at the same time. The ice cream shop and restaurant next door were both closed now, and you and Harry were the last few people still at the park.

"I'm not! Abbey came home to Lucy's early Sunday morning and woke us all up even though we were severely hungover just so she could tell us about how terrible Will was. Said he ate her out for like a minute then 'got a sore tongue' and moved straight to doggy. She didn't even come" you laughed back, your laughter going harder as Harry's did.

Your legs had draped themselves over one of Harry's legs at some point and he was taking full advantage of it, his hand on your thigh the entire time you were talking. The temperature outside was comfortable now, and the conversation had been flowing since he told you about Michael's daughter. It was back and forth chatter that lasted way after you had finished your ice creams (and your seconds because Harry convinced you that you two could share a specialty sundae instead of a second scoop each), and it was full of laughter the entire time.

You loved this side of Harry and tonight felt like you were truly experiencing him at his happiest and most comfortable. You have had chats like this before, jokes and stories and sore bellies from laughter, but it hadn't been for a long time.

Your mind kept going back to his reasoning for inviting you out, and the more you thought about it the more it hit you right in your heart. He wanted to spend time with you. Just time. No seducing or expectations of sex. The thought of that made you hurt and happy all at the same time and it was hard because the sight of Harry laughing like this, and the feeling you got inside when you spent time with him was something you wanted to experience every day for the rest of your life.

But he just didn't feel the same.

That was the main problem, because frankly you'd try long distance in a heartbeat if he wanted to progress things with you. The other problem was the impending breakup you knew was coming. Was 'breakup' even the right term for two friends who decide to stop hooking up? Maybe not for Harry, but for you it fit perfectly because the entire ordeal was going to hurt like a fucking breakup and you knew it would take weeks to recover.

"Oh, fuck me" his laughter faded, and he shook his head, "can't really burst his bubble and tell him he's worse in bed than he thinks, can I?" His hand slid back into his hair, pushing it away from his face.

"No! God, Abbey would kill me if I told you." Your eyes widened and you pressed your hand on his arm. "I forgot all about it until I saw him at your party, then it was all I could think about when I was looking at him" you let out a breathy laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear, "he proper ruined her fantasy of older men and made her go back to her ex for a hook-up. It was a whole disaster"

The corner of his mouth quirked in a smirk, and you just knew he was going to say something cheeky before it even left his mouth. "You can't say the same, can you? About older men"

You bit your lip and looked away from him to try and hide the shiver that ran up your spine. You were definitely getting better at being flustered around him, and you didn't stutter or completely freeze up all the time like you did in the beginning of your relationship. Still, his comment had you blushing; especially with his thumb rubbing back and forth on your thigh.

"I-no" you looked back at him to find him looking at you intently. You didn't want to say anything else, because if you started talking, you'd admit that he not only ruined every other man on the planet for you, but also made you revaluate your entire stand on relationships in just four weeks. A magic cock on a magic man and you hated him for it.