Linger (h.s)

Underneath The City Lights

I HAVE FINALLY EDITED ALL OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS TO A LESS CRAPPIER WRITING QUALITY WOOOOO. I spent the past 3 days up until like 3 am editing them and adding bits and I'm so glad that is over. I have changed the name of the fanfic due to a change in initial plot and also just because I honestly hated the title. But yeah, I'm sorry to anyone who actually still reads my terrible writing. But I thank you for doing so. Hope this long chapter makes up for something.

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 "It's okay. I like it when you're rough." I whispered, leaning my head down and slightly biting his neck. 

I felt as Harry's breathe hitched, hot air blew from his lungs in a jagged motion hitting my neck. His arms tensed either side of me. He chuckled before leaving me to return to his cooking. 

"Considering we're on house arrest for the next few days until you're better again, I have time to organise some things to do." Harry spoke.

"Organise what exactly?" I laughed nervously.

"You have a week and a half left of holidays, I'm not letting you spend all of it cooped up inside a bedroom or house wandering what to do with yourself, or what to do with me." He looked over his shoulder, giving me a smirk.

"So, what exactly have you go planned?" I laughed.

"Ah ah, I'm not telling you anything."

"You know I hate surprises Harry. But, if you're not going to tell me what's going to be happening in the next few days, I at least get to choose what we do tonight." I crossed my arms over my chest in protest,  if he was going to make me wait for a surprise, then I was going to make him wait to find out what we were doing. 

"What exactly would you like to do tonight?" He chuckled, transferring the what looked to be stirfry from the frying pan to two plates. He spun around to face me, handing me one of the two plates.

"I'm not telling." I giggled, picking up a piece of chicken, eating it and then sliding off the counter and walking out into the lounge room. Harry had never made me food at his house before, so I didn't exactly know the routine as to where exactly we were eating.

"The dinning room is through the door to your right." I heard him yell from behind me. I diverted to the right, walking behind the two couches. I relieved the day I had walked in on Harry playing the guitar, and the story behind his saddened state by the song. I pushed the double doors open, revealing a very long dinning table situated in the middle of the room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lined along the entire room. The end of the room led onto a pair of stairs and glass doors. I placed my plate on the table next to a pair of knife and fork then made my way through the long room. A spiral staircase stood to my right, so high up I couldn't tell where it ended. The glass doors opened onto a large Olympic sized pool with a beautiful lit up garden. The blue lights illuminated the tall trees, weaving through the branches. 

"Kelsey?" I heard Harry from behind me. I spun around to find him puzzled and looking at me.

"You have a beautiful house, I never realized how big it was."

"Come eat and you admire it more later, I'll properly show you around." 

"Okay." I left the end of the room, walking the shortish way back to where Harry was. He pulled my chair out for me where I had put my plate down a few short minutes ago. 

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I watched intently as Harry cleaned up all the dishes for dinner. This man could cook, and clean, I think I'd found the jackpot.