The Situation

TWENTY FIVE

Ariabella POV

My mouth runs dry as I look up and smile at him, he's so good looking. I always think he looks amazing, but with pure heaven running through my veins he looks like he was handmade by God. himself.

"Hey sweetheart," I smile up at him. "Whatcha doin'?"

He stands there for a few seconds like he glitched out then a smirk grows on his face and I realize he caught me checking him out. I am usually good at hiding it. Well, I think I am.

His tall lanky figure sits right beside me. My legs look so short compared to his long slender ones resting beside me. I scoot closer to him and position myself where my feet are beside his. He's still sitting up while I'm laying on my back propping myself up with my elbows. Harry laughs a beautiful laugh and shakes his head.

"I really like your laugh, I haven't heard it in a bit," I lock eyes with him and that feeling in my lower tummy starts to hum back to life. I look down at my stomach questioning if I was hurt. My legs then cross on there own and it doesn't help.

"I love your laugh," He gently grabs my chin to tilt my head back to him making eye contact. "You're high." He states as his eyes rapidly bounce around my face. "What'd you take?"

"I'm high on life..." He rolls his eyes at me and it was one of the hottest things I ever saw. Has always looked so fucking hot when he rolls his eyes at me?

I've never felt this way on coke, I'm never needy or want someone so bad in my life. With clouded judgement I sit all the way up and Harry's hand reaches out for me. He softly touches the back of my arm as I throw one leg over his and rotate my body so I'm straddling his thighs.

I rest my arms on his shoulder as my fingers go to their favorite spot in his hair. I feel his hands creep up my thighs up my hips to rest at near my rib cage. I tilt my head to the left a bit as I lean closer to his face. His grip on my side gets tighter with anticipation and it spurs me on.

I'm not really thinking with my mind but with my body. His choppy hot breaths hitting my cheek and his dilated pupils pull me closer. Our lips graze each other as we still hold eye contact.

"Coke," I mumble against his lips. He hums out then pulls his head back some.

"What?" My hands in his hair twist a curl around my finger as I smirk at his widen eyes and kiss his chin. I plant a path of kisses up his jaw line.

"I,"

Kiss

"only"

I plant a kiss at the hinge of his jaw and his breathing pattern changes.

"took"

Kiss

"One line" I kiss that spot behind his ear and he hums out again. I pull back just enough to look at him and it's like my blood is electrified with sparks shooting through my body and the flame in my tummy ignites in mini explosions.

I go to lean in for a kiss, but Harry holds me back, "You're high," The strain in his voice tells me he still wants this as much as I do. He's not saying it like a bad thing so I'm not getting scolded for using, he's being cautions.  I look around and don't see anyone so I'm good to show him how much I missed him.

"So? I'm still coherent, it was one small line. Plus I missed you and feel like I'm going to explode it you don't kiss me right this second," I pout but am serious.

"Is that so? I like this high you got going on," He blushes and I tease him by running my fingers on his cheeks making him blush harder. My hand lowers and my thumb skims over his bottom lip and hyper-focusing on how soft his lips are.