Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 11

A smile breaks over my lips, the gleaming boy standing near his motorcycle after I had finished my last class. My feet break into a run as I rush to meet him, my arms wrapping around his neck quickly.

"Well, hello," Harry laughs, my lips curved.

"Hi," I smile, his arms lifting me as I'm spun in a circle. A playful laugh is expelled from my lips, his lips pressing to my cheek.

"You ready?" he asks, my head nodding. The helmet is tugged off my head and he drives to his apartment, taking me inside quickly.

Once inside, his phone rings and he quickly answers it. I go to sit on his couch and he talks quietly in the kitchen, my legs folding beneath me as I grab my book.

"I-I know. She's in the other room," I hear him say, his lips curved as he talks on the phone. I'm curious, but I don't intrude. He's entitled to privacy.

"Shut up, already," he groans, my hand flipping through the book.

He hangs up and walks to me, his body collapsing beside me on the sofa. His hand grabs mine and tugs me onto him, his lips kissing up my jaw.

"How are you?" he asks, my eyes meeting his.

"Good. You?" I ask, his head nodding. A small kiss is shared between us and I cuddle into his side, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. His hair is pulled back and I smile, his eyes watching me take it out.

"I like your hair down," I say, repeating his own words to him. It's true; his curly hair something I find attractive on him.

"Sounds familiar, yeah?" he teases, his hand ruffling through his hair.

I nod, kissing his dimple before I stand up, standing in front of him. He parts his legs for me to stand between and he sets his hands on my waist, his reserved actions known. He won't ridicule me for my past, but I still hold onto those dark memories.

"Let me braid your hair," I whisper, his arms wrapping around me as I crawl onto his long form.

"Now, why would I let you do that?" he asks, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Because," I smile, tracing my thumbs along his prominent cheekbones. I lean down and kiss his forehead, his head burying into my neck.

"Fine," he playfully groans, my hug to him tight before I kiss his cheek.

I climb onto the sofa behind him and run my fingers through his hair, his hand retrieving the TV remote. He flips through channels as I start braiding his hair, his hand grabbing my feet. I laugh as he tickles me, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kick my feet away from his endeavor.

"H-Harry," I laugh, his head leaning up. He kisses me lightly, my openness to him present. I'm starting to really like Harry; enjoying who I am around him.

"I have to finish," I say, moving my fingers back to his hair.

Once successful braids are on his head, I climb down into his lap and he wraps his arms around me.

"How do I look?" he asks, my hand running against his cheek.

"Fabulous."

He laughs, my legs resting across his. The expanse of his hands covers mine and he wraps his fingers through mine, setting our entwined fingers on my stomach.

We watch a movie, relaxing together after a long day of classes. As I close my eyes, Harry moves to help me become comfortable in our time together. Gentle touches are placed while he holds my hand, his eyes gleaming when I look up at him.