Yours

I'm..Yours

[Rebecca's POV]

"Ow." I said as Harry's nail scratched me.

"What?" He said lifting his hand off my left thigh and looking down at am.

I was laying on my right side in semi fetal position with my head on Harry's lap. My right arm was under me head on the pillow that was on Harry's lap and my left arm was hanging over my stomach. We were watching TV on my couch while he was gently running his fingers over my thigh when one of his nails scratched me.

"Your nail scratched me." I said turning my head to look at him.

"Sorry." He said placing his hand back on my right thigh.

I turned my head back to the program on my television. It was some documentary about Abraham Lincoln. It was on when I turned on the television and I left it on. It was quite interesting, but Harry could have cared less.

"Why are we even watching this?" He asked boredom filled his voice.

"It's interesting." I said honestly.

"How is learning about some guy with a top hat interesting to you?" He asked looking down to me again.

I turned to where I was on my back and my right arm that was under my head was now on my stomach. I looked at him. "He was the sixteenth president of my country." I fought.

He shrugged. "So?"

"He's my favorite president." I said.

"Then you should already know all this stuff about him." He said taking the remote away from me. "Can we please watch something with action in it?"

My right hand fell out towards the television. "This does have action in it."

"Babe," he looked down to me again. I brought my hand back. "it's a documentary."

"He gets shot." I said making my point, or so I thought.

"Once. He gets shot once and it's in the head. There is nothing action about it." He said looking up to the television and turning it to the movie Silver Linngins Playbook.

I turned my head towards the television. "Oh, yes. This has sooo much action in it." I said sarcastically as I turned back on my right side facing the television.

Harry to get me back for that saying scratched my leg again. "Ow," I said slapping his hand. "you need to clip those claws of yours."

That made him drop his hand on my thigh and put his head on the back of the couch laughing. It was short and then he looked at me. "Claws?"

"Well, they are sharp." I said knitting my eyebrows at his hand. "like cat nails."

This made him smirk. "A cat?"

"Yeah, you know." I turned back on my back and lifted up my right arm. "like, meow." I said moving my hand like a cat's.

He had a smile on his face. "I know what you meant by cat. I'm not an idiot."

I smiled. "I didn't say you were."

"You want to know how a cat really sounds?" He asked.

"What? I was wrong?" I asked confused.

He shook his head, but leaned down and brought his lips to my ear. His left hand moved up my thigh as he purred in my ear. "Oh!" I laughed moving my legs up and putting my hands on his head trying to get him away. He nipped on my ear before finally leaning back up laughing.

I laughed and hit his stomach lightly. "You weirdo."

"What? that is how a cat sounds." He grinned.