The Bad Boy

Chapter 118

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I wake up in the morning, wearing my sports bra and and boy shorts. Harry snores quietly next to me, in his boxers, arms tucked under his head. I roll over onto my side and watch his chest rise and fall, the covers pushed down around his knees.

He stirs and frowns in his sleep, his forehead crinkling. He frowns harder and thrashes his legs about. He kicks his legs some more. "STEPH!" He gasps, trashing around some more.

I place a hand on his shoulder to try and wake him. His skin is burning. I shake his shoulder some more, hoping to wake him. It works, his eyes pop open and he turns his head until he sees me, eyes searching wildly.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath in and then lets it out. "Yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it." He snaps.

"Sorry." I mumble, falling back onto the pillows.

"No, I'm sorry." Harry says, stratching and rolling onto his side. "So last night."

I smile at the mention of it. (She has her underwear on, nothing happened. Maybe 2nd base, we'll leave that up to you)

"What about it?" I ask, grinning and rolling over to face him.

"Do you regret it? Any of it?" Harry asks.

I have to think about everything that happened. "No, I really don't because I was with you."

His smile spreads, and his dimples sink into his cheek. I reach out and poke one.

"What was wrong with you last night?" Harry asks.

"I'm not sure. I just felt weird. I think it was because I was worried and stressed and kind of scared." I say.

"Scared of what?" Harry asks. "I'd never hurt you...."

"You don't scare me. The way you make me feel scares me. I'm afraid I'll do something I'll regret because you make me feel so powerless." I shrug. "I'm over it."

"So far in our relationship, I've noted that you're incredibly thick headed, and therefore I know that you won't have sex with me until you're completely ready and it's on your own terms. I have absolutely no worry that you'll do it before you're ready." Harry says.

I laugh. "You think I'm thick headed?" I feign shock.

He laughs and then we're quiet. I let my hand trace over the birds on his chest. His eyes flutter closed and his lips curve into a small smile.

My phone pings with a text. I reach over to the nightstand and grab it. It's Ally, asking me when I'm coming back, and if I've swiped my v card. I tell her no, and soon.

"We need to go to the hospital to see Ally." I say.

"No, I thought we'd go to the hospital to play poker and drink prune juice with the old men." Harry rolls his eyes and leans over to peck my lips. "Does that change your mind?"

"Nope." I kiss him full on the lips for a moment. "And neither does that."

I throw back the covers and hop out of the bed and Harry groans.

"How am I living through all of this?!!?" He calls out, yanking the covers over his head.

I walk over and yank the covers back. He looks like a toddler who's pouting because he couldn't get in the cookie jar.