One Plus One

Chapter Fifty

"You smell so good today." Harry's raspy voice commented.

"As opposed to every other day?" I laughed.

"Don't be a smart arse." he replied with a growing grin.

As we were stopped at the lights, Harry buried his head in the crook of my neck beginning to nip at the skin. I felt his nose brush over it as he inhaled my perfume, a satisfied him escaping in the process. I almost began to get lost myself as he soft lips attended to my sensitive skin but the sound of an angry drivers horn kicked us both into gear. Harry quickly sped off, apologising to the driver behind before beginning to laugh.

"I'm gonna blame that on you."

"Hey, I didn't ask you to bury you head there."

"Not verbally, you didn't.

"What like you didn't ask me verbally to do this?"

I placed my hand on his leg and slowly moved it upwards. Harry had taken his bottom lip between his teeth to try and prevent his rush but I knew it wasn't working.

"Don't." he warned but he knew as well as I did it was an empty warning.

"Don't what?...Do this?"

I slipped my hand onto his crotch and brushed my hand over it. The car came to an abrupt stop as Harry pulled over quickly, flinging off his seatbelt and then undoing mine.

"What are you doing?"

Before he could even hear the end of my question he had jumped down from his side and was jogging over to mine. The passenger was swung open and Harry's strong arms took hold of me, to I thought help me down but I was wrong. My feet weren't even allowed to touch the floor. Instead, Harry cupped my thighs, pushing my back against the side of his car as his lustful green gaze held mine captive. My gaze was allowed freedom as his moved from mine to my lips. I wasn't given much time to think before his lips crashed against mine, tongue desperately searching for entry. I didn't have to power in me to deny him. I soon became thankful for the position he had put me in. If I'd have been standing my knees would have failed me completely.

Harry caught my sharp gasp as his warm hand dipped beneath my shirt. Goosebumps formed at his tender touch, tingles racing round my entirety. He softly stroked up and down my side eliciting his name to fall from my lips in whispers. Harry's raspy laugh vibrated against my neck as he went straight for my sweet spot. Knowing there was still a mark there from our last heated embrace, I pushed my hands against his chest, teasingly shaking my head.

"Let me down." I giggled as he peppered kisses all over my face.

"I wish we weren't baby-sitting because I want you so bad right now."

"Patience is a virtue."

"Shame I haven't got any."

"Well you'll have to learn."

I was finally let down as Harry grinned wildly at me. I climbed back into the car, Harry doing the same and the engine roared into life again.

*****

"Your sister's house is massive."

We were stood in front of a tall, dark bricked house with a large bay window that had white lead in fancy patterns on the glass of the window. The door was a bright shade of red, a gold door knocker was underneath a small window in the centre.

Harry knocked on the door and awaited the answer, again me behind him using him as a human shield. From the sounds of things, his sister was eager to meet me and considering the only person in my family that Harry had ever met turned out to be a hard part of his history, to say I was nervous was an understatement. Harry reached his hand out behind him, a gesture I quickly accepted. He rubbed his thumb over my knuckles in attempt to calm me. His soft touch worked its magic.

The door was flung open in a hurry.

"Ah Harry! You're early! I wasn't expecting you til later!" came what I assumed was his sister's voice.

"Well, I have someone I want you to meet."

I heard her gasp.

"Is it her? Marlie?"

Harry gave me a tug. I tentatively snook out from behind him into view of an amazingly beautiful girl. She was even prettier than in the picture I had seen in Harry's mum's.

"Hi." I nervously spoke.

"Oh, you're certainly weren't wrong Harry. She's beautiful."

I felt heat rise in my cheeks as Harry's arm snaked around my waist pulling me into him so he could press a kiss the the top of my head.

"Well, don't stand out here, come in. Alesha is really excited."

She stood to one side allowing us in. I stayed virtually glued to Harry as he lead me into the house which seemed to grow in size as we went in. It felt strange being in a house that was completely occupied.

"Why are you so scared, hmm?" Harry asked quietly.

"I'm meeting your family, Harry. I have to make a good impression because they're never gonna meet mine and neither are you."

Harry's intense green gaze connected with mine. More sadness had crept into my tone than I'd intended there to be. Harry opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him, knowing what he was going to say.

"You don't need to apologise, Harry."

Harry still looked as if he wanted to. I gave him a reassuring smile before pecking him on the cheek.

"I'm Emily by the way." Harry's sister spoke, popping her head around the door. "Fancy a cup of tea?"

"Please." I nodded.

I looked back to Harry who had placed a hand on my thigh. I placed my hand on top of his and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know you're family will never be replaced but my mum and sister will be like your family."

I really admired him. He constantly showed me how much he cared for me. His continuous worry about how I was feeling made me feel warm inside. He'd helped me to tone down on my nervous scratching too which was giving my damaged wrists time to recover. The scars that plagued them still reminded me of everything they represented though, but knowing Harry was still willing to be with me, knowing I had some sort of problem inside made me feel better, safer. I knew he'd stop at nothing to protect me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a patter of footsteps running down the stairs.

"Mummy! Is Harry here yet? Did he bring Marlie?" a tiny voice called.

"We're in the living room, princess." Harry called back.

The footsteps suddenly became quicker, the living room door then flying open.

"Marlie! Want to see my room? Will you come and play?" Alesha gushed.

"Oh, so don't I even get a hello?" Harry spoke.

Alesha stared at him with a cheeky grin.

"Come on then, give your uncle Harry a hug and then you can steal Marlie away."

Alesha quite literally jumped into his arms. She stayed there for a split second before wriggling free and grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me from the couch. I giggled as I was dragged out of the door, just catching sight of Harry's wink.

"Have fun." he shouted after us, before his raspy laugh echoed through the hall.