Fake [H.S.]

twenty-five||smoke*

EMERALD

"Harry, I do not need all of these clothes."

Holding onto my hand, he looked at both of our free hands and the bags packed to the brim with new clothes.

Harry insisted that we went shopping first thing this morning. Of course, after he woke me up and made me breakfast and then went through my whole duffel bag to try and find me something appropriate to wear today. Which of course led him to finding my red lingerie set that Emaline must have thrown in there when I wasn't looking.

Bitch.

"You never know what is going to happen." He winked at me, "Plus, I've never heard a girl talk about someone spending hundreds of dollars on her for new clothes."

"I'm not complaining, I'm simply stating that this is a bit overkill."

He transferred the bags to one hand and put his free one around my shoulders, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. "Just enjoy it."

Harry had planned that we are going to go skiing today and I definitely didn't have any appropriate clothes for that so he wanted to buy me some. However skiing clothes turned into a purse which turned into a pair of shoes and it just got worse from there.

Let's just say he can get a bit reckless with his money.

I leaned into Harry's arm as we walked, taking in the snow covered town around us. It looked like something straight out of a holiday Hallmark movie and I loved it. The snow covering everything, string lights hanging from every pole and awning, the smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee, and the live music coming from the square just across the street from us.

"Ugh, I can't believe they followed us here." I looked across the street at the 3 paparazzi personnel with their cameras smashed to their faces trying to get the perfect shot.

"Well you did post where we were, so it was quite easy for them to find us."

I sighed deeply, "I know, but we had a perfect view of the mountains from our balcony and I couldn't not share it."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tag the location."

"They would have recognized it anyways."

He just laughed and slapped my ass, "Whatever, let's get back and get you changed."

*****

Snowboarding was amazing, granted I haven't gone in years I still beat Harry in a couple little competitions. He might have let me win, but that's besides the point.

My family raised me and my sister going skiing and snowboarding. Every winter break we spent 3 weeks in the Swiss Alps. Ruby was always really good at downhill skiing and could probably have gone to the Olympics, but it was never what she wanted to do.

However, my speciality was always the jumps. I was the one in the family who did the flips and jumps. My mom always tried to talk me out of it because it was "too dangerous," but my dad sort of encouraged it and got me a trainer a couple of years just to make sure I learned the basics so I could be safe.

"You almost gave me a heart attack about 10 times. You're insane."

I turned around to face Harry as we walked through the front door, "I am not insane, I am having fun. There's a difference."

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes at me. "Go take a shower."

I balled up my clothes and threw them into the wicker hamper in the corner. The hot steam was swimming through the air around me as I stepped under the hot water. The water flowed over my body and relaxed all my tense muscles.

To be quick so I could get back to Harry, I swiftly washed and conditioned my hair followed by scrubbing my body down with the citrus body wash. I wrapped the blush bath towel around my body after drying off my body.

Walking out into the connected bedroom with Harry nowhere to be found, but there was a light glow coming from one side of the balcony that I couldn't see. I picked up some sweatpants and one of Harry's hoodies from the ground and threw them on.

My slippers slipped onto my feet as I stepped into them before sliding open the glass door. Harry was sitting on the sofa in front of the blazing fire out on the balcony. He had a blanket draped over his legs and a burning blunt placed between his two fingers.

I tucked my hair into the hoodie and pulled the hood up over my head to help protect from the cold. From the balcony we had a beautiful view of the city as the sun set behind it, leaving the sky enveloped in waves of purple and pink. The lights below us were just starting to come on as we got closer to nightfall.

"Come over here, angel."

I slowly made my way over to him where he grabbed my elbow and pulled me down into his lap. I kicked my legs up to rest on the couch as he threw the blanket over the both of us to help keep warm.

His thumb stroked my cheek, making its way down to my lips where he gently pulled on my bottom lip. The only light was coming from the burning fire, illuminating us both in a soft, flickering, orange glow.

"Have you ever smoked before, darling?" He asked in a low voice, his eyes starting to get dropping which let me know the weed was starting to take effect.

"I'm a dancer, Harry."

Boarding school kids are the epitome of drug addicts. I've seen kids do lines off their textbooks at 7am in economics. It's nothing new to me. Everyone either did or sold drugs. Besides the kids who actually cared about academics, were on scholarship, or me.

"I'll take that as a 'no.'" He chuckled, "Do you want to try?"

"Once can't hurt me."

He took a long drag of the blunt, then-to my surprise- he roughly gripped my neck and pulled me closer to him. My lips parted a second before he blew the smoke into my mouth. The smoke flowed into my mouth before Harry dove in for a heated kiss.

The thick smoke coated the back of my throat, slowly making its way out between our mouths. As we made out he took a few more puffs, keeping the smoke in his mouth and slowly let it pass between us as we kissed.

It seemed like we had been making out forever, my lips becoming raw and red. After what only felt like a few minutes, heat started to rise from my core. I shifted in his lap to straddle him, wrapping both my arms around his neck.

I think weed might make me horny.

Harry's fingers gripped my waist as I lightly grinded down into his lap, "Someones horny. Do you want me to touch you, Angel?"

"Mhm." I whimpered against his lips.

He pulled the strings on the sweatpants to loosen the waist, slipping his hand inside to find myself not wearing any underwear. "Naughty girl." He whispered, drawing his finger through my slick folds to find me completely drenched.

I felt his hand tightly wrap around my throat as he thrusted 2 fingers inside of me with now warning. My head dropped down with a moan to rest on his shoulder, rocking against the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Aw, are you all turned on because of the weed? Hm? Do you want me to make you cum? To take care of you?"

"Yes, please. Please, I need to cum."

I don't think I've ever cum faster in my life than I have at this moment. Within a few minutes Harry had me grabbing at his arms for support as my orgasm ripped through me, drenching his fingers with my cum.

He rode it out for a few moments before pulling his fingers out of my pussy. I sat back in his lap catching my breath as I watched him bring his fingers covered in my juices up to my lips. He took them into his mouth and sucked them clean.

His free hand wrapped the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him. "Absolutely divine." He whispered before crashing his lips against mine.