Complicated // h.s.

eleven

*Sawyer's POV*

Harry continuously kept laughing into my hair as I tried to help him up the stairs. He would run his fingers through my hair and chuckle before saying how soft my hair was. It was quite amusing to see Harry high. I tried to hold in my laugh as he clung to me.

We were the only ones in the house because everyone else wanted to go out for a late lunch. Harry was too high to go into public, so I volunteered to stay with him. We finally got to his room, and I threw him on the bed where he sprawled his legs and arms out wide.

"Come lie with me, pretty girl." He said holding his arms out.

Harry almost sounded American at this point which made me laugh even more. I walked over to the bed and got on my knees on the edge. He pulled me into him so that I was now on top of him. He placed his hand on my cheek and began to caress it with his thumb.

"You are so beautiful." He mumbled. "So fucking beautiful."

I stayed silent with an amused smile on my face. I could tell that I was blushing though because my skin began to heat against his touch.

"How does someone like me get the privilege to see someone like you naked?" he chuckled.

I giggled before he connected our foreheads. He was being oddly affectionate and I kind of liked this side of Harry.

"Maybe you should get some rest." I suggested.

Harry frantically shook his head with a small pout on his lips.

"No, stay with me, Sawyer. I want to talk." He pleaded.

I smiled and ran my fingers through his long hair.

"There's nothing to talk about, Harry." I giggled.

His free hand that was on my face trailed down to my hip and then to my behind before he gave it a light squeeze.

"There's plenty to talk about, baby." He spoke lowly.

"Like what?" I questioned obviously loving to hear his voice.

He then connected his lips with mine. He kissed me deeply and ran his tongue along my bottom lips asking for entry that I granted. He continued to lovingly caress my cheek and then he soon stopped and trailed that hand to my waist so that he could secure me on top of him. I placed my hands on his hard chest so that I could gain more support. He pecked my lips a few times before pulling away.

"I like you." He said once we pulled away.

"I like you too." I chuckled.

His eyes then lightened a little bit.

"No, Sawyer, I really like you." He said with a smirk.

Oh. Shit.

"I'm flattered." I mumbled.

Maybe it was just the weed talking and nothing else. I hope it was the weed talking. I mean, I did like him, but I was afraid to like him. With him clarifying that he had the same feelings was making the situation worse for me.

Harry then pulled off my white chiffon cover up and peppered sweet kisses along my neck. I moved my neck over to give him better access and I could feel him smile against my neck. He then flipped us over so he was now hovering over me. He pecked my lips before he sucked on my collarbone lightly making a moan escape from my lips.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his jaw before moving down to the crook of his neck kissing it softly. Harry began to play with my bikini bottoms trying to get them off of me, but he was too clumsy to slip them off, so I helped him out and took them off for him. He began to massage my folds with his fingers, but I stopped him and he stared at me with confusion.