Life of Harlow

Talk My Way Out

Harlow

Being that my dad was preoccupied as was the rest of my family, I decided to sneak off with Drake for some quiet time for the two of us to chat. He's been flirting with me all night and whispering stuff in my ear. He's been getting some glares from my cousins, but I told him, don't mind them. The men in this family are just overprotective and a bit overbearing.

I found an opening for us to go and knew that since the whole place was rented out, we'd be able to sneak off to one of the lounge rooms for some privacy. This was more my idea than Drake's.

"Damn Harls, slow down," Drake complained.

"I'm the one in heels. You need to keep up."

"How you're moving that fast in heels is beyond me," he muttered.

I shushed him and led him into a private room. He looked around.

"Harlow, why are we in here? You trying to get me killed?"

I laughed.

"No one is going to kill you, Drake."

He scoffed.

"With the way your cousins have been eyeing me, I don't know about all that. Plus, Coach wasn't too pleased the last time we were alone together and he caught us  kissing."

"Oh come on. What dad would be pleased with that? He's fine. We talked. Relax. I just wanted to hang out with you alone for a little bit. Relax."

"You know your dad is going to notice, Harlow."

"He's preoccupied."

I pushed him into the seat and sat on his lap.

"Harlow," he groaned.

"You've been flirting with me all night and now I'm on your lap and you have nothing to say?"

He rolled his eyes and tried to push me off, but I didn't budge. He sighed.

"Harlow, come on. I always flirt with you. You're beautiful. I mean, look how amazing you look. I love what you did with your hair."

I couldn't help but blush.

"Thanks, Drake."

He smiled and I hugged him.

"One of these days I'll officially make you mine, Harlow Law. You're the one playing, not me."

I simply stared at him. Why must he look so good? He then moved and rested his hand on my thigh, tracing his finger up and down.

"Drake, you know I'm not ready for all that you want."

He raised his brow.

"What do you mean? Harlow, I'm not trying to fuck you, I just want to be with you. I really, really like you."

"I really like you, too."

He leaned and kissed me. We broke apart after a few moments and I smiled. His hand was resting on my thigh.

"Will you give me a chance and finally be my girlfriend Harls?"

I was lost in a trance hearing him ask me that I didn't even hear the door open to the room we were in.

"Dad!" I yelped.

He didn't say anything, he just stared. Oh my God, did I break him? I felt Drake nudge me and I jumped up as he did the same, taking a couple steps back. My dad seeing us in this position, I can only imagine what's going through his mind. Dad moved further into the room, his attention fully on Drake. Oh gosh. This is bad.