Hunger

May (part 4)

Frankie's mum had cooked a dinner worthy of a king. Unfortunately she had spent a lot of time preparing a roast, and Harry was a pescetarian. Mum was mortified and suggested she could fetch him a can of tuna, but he kindly declined and turned it all around by complimenting her vegetables, gravy and potatoes. Frankie had to do her best to keep a straight face, as he showered her mum with praise. Mum's cheeks turned absolutely pink, and she had to open the window for a moment, because she felt very warm. 

Frankie shook her head at Harry, who put his hand on her thigh under the table. He let his fingers walk up her thigh, and grazed his finger against her crotch while discussing some football tournament with her dad. Frankie had to draw in her breath and in turn she stomped his foot. 

"Oh no, I'm so sorry Harry," she said as he winched over his poor foot. Mum was up and out in the kitchen for a cold wrap before Frankie could count to five. Harry smirked at her, as she got up and helped her mum clear the table. 

Sitting on the sofa in her parents' sittingroom, you wouldn't think he was a multimillionaire, Grammy winning, world-touring artist. He watched a football match with her dad, and drank beer, cheering and booing. Frankie stood in the door and admired his ability to fall perfectly in with the crowd he was in. Her mum ran in and out all the time, serving snacks, getting cold beers and making sure both dad and Harry were happy and content. Frankie smiled to herself, as her dad and Harry jumped up and hugged when their favourite team scored a goal.

She went out to help her mum fold some laundry. It was always washing day on Fridays, and mum did it the same way every single time. A creature of habit. 

"He's spectacular, Frankie," her mum said gesturing towards the sittingroom. "Are you doing your best to make sure he's happy with you?" 

Frankie wasn't sure what she meant. "What do you mean?" She asked while folding socks. 

Her mum cleared her throat and paused while she looked into space. "Well, are you keeping up with your diets? A fine man like him, can get whoever he wants, it's important to keep yourself attractive to him." 

There was a chance that her mum meant well. In fact she probably did mean well, but what came out of her mouth was just not very nice.  Frankie felt a thousand daggers in her chest, but instead of saying anything, she just shrugged. She didn't know how to explain to her mum, that modern men actually didn't mind a curvy woman in their bed. That sometimes they preferred a soft, pillowy woman in their arms and on their face. 

Luckily Harry interrupted them before she found something to say. 

"Hey you," she said when he came in and tilted her head for a kiss. He kissed her and smiled at her. 

"Can I help?" He asked, and flashed his perfectly charming smile at her mum. 

***

Frankie's bedroom wasn't very big, and the bed was not a double bed. But they could fit in there if they lay very close together. Her dad had put in an extra mattress and suggested that Harry lay on the floor. Frankie didn't actually know if it was a suggestion or an order, but she intended to sleep next to her boyfriend, even in her parents' house. 

Harry was sitting on the bed, looking at her while she brushed her hair. She was wearing a top and panties to bed. There was a huge difference between how insecure, she had been at first, and how naturally she acted around him by now. She turned off the lights in the ceiling and he made sure the little reading lamp next to her bed was on. She walked over to the bed, and he pulled her close, so he could kiss her neck and her chest, before kissing her lips passionately. 

"Have you ever had sex at your parents' house?" He whispered a cheeky grin on his face. 

She shook her head and giggled. "No way! Only in my dreams. With Niall."