I fumbled with the key in the lock, grateful to be in the comfort of my own home after an arduous day of work. The door unlocked, swinging open. I exhaustingly sighed as I flung my keys on the kitchen counter while placing my jacket on the hanger that remained behind the door. I turned around, prepared to release my weariness by changing into cushy sweatpants and sprawling myself out on my couch while eating and reading a good book. But my schedule seemed delayed when I unexpectedly jumped at the sight of Harry standing at the line of division between the living room and the kitchen, dressed in nothing but red boxers with heart patterns, a rose held in his mouth.
My startled aspect soon turned into a humorous one, laughing at his idiocy. "Harry, what the hell are you doing?"
He took hold of the rose, pointing it towards me as he came closer. "Just changing your mood," he grinned, feeling accomplished that he switched my irritated attitude to become a happy aura. He handed me the flower, bowing as he presented it to me. "For you, m'lady."
Amused, I accepted the gesture. "You can't try and be proper while you're in boxers with hearts on them," I said with a small laugh.
He jokingly gave an offended expression. "I thought they were nice," he pouted.
I shook my head at his unusual personality. "Wait, how did you get in here?" I asked, realizing I was the only person that owned a key.
"You keep a spare under your mat," he informed me. "In the most obvious spot possible. You really should put it somewhere else."
"Alright, dad," I scoffed.
"If I was your dad, this would be a terrible father-daughter relationship."
I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Well..." he trailed off. His hands gripped my waist, drawing my body into his embrace as brought his head down, his lavish lips uniting with my neck, peppering kisses along the crook. My body gave into him and my eyes fluttered slightly with the contact.
"Mmm," I moaned. "I would, but I'm kinda still recovering from yesterday, and the day before, and the day before..."
I reminisced in the memories, contemplating the euphoria. Harry had constantly surprised me at work, or knocked on my door from time to time. It was now routine for him to show up whenever, and I was particularly okay with it.
He disconnected his lips from my neck, bringing his face to be square to mine. "So what's a little more recovery?" he whispered, eyes an eclipse from emerald to be glazed over with desire.
I didn't bother responding before my lips raucously collided with his. I unrelentingly kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips. My hold on the rose loosened, causing it to fall to the floor before my arms slung about his neck. His hands grasped the backs of my thighs, wordlessly coaxing me to jump. My legs slaked around his lower back as he lifted me. His feet shuffled against the wood as he transmitted me to the couch that dwelled in the living room, flopping down against it, evoking my body to casually lay flat on top of his. I shifted so that my knees were on either side of his hips, our waists even. My palms pressed against his chest as his hands trail down my back, finding their way under my shirt and playfully squeezing my sides. I giggled at the action, Harry emitting a meager laugh against my lips.
"What?" I chuckled, pecking his lips before pulling away.
"You have a dainty side, it's...cute," he grinned.
On a small scale, I was taken aback. No one had ever really called me dainty, or anything relating to being girly. I was always one to show my strength. And I wasn't going to let Harry see me any differently.
"Really? 'Cute,'" I said, my voice full of challenge.
His grin transformed into a mischievous smirk, knowing my usual stimulating personality well. He planned to evoke my future conduct, pushing me further, aware that I would gladly prove him wrong. "Adorable," he mocked.
With that, I savagely attacked his neck, harshly kissing and sucking. I continued, leaving a path of open-mouth kisses along the rounded curves and indented ridges of his chest and stomach. He exhaled, emitting content sighs with every kiss I left.
"Wait, wait, stop," he breathed.
My head rose to look quizzically at him. "I don't have a condom," he shyly stated.
I tilted my head, my face giving the impression of irritation. "The one time..."
He shrugged innocently. I dramatically exhaled as I rose off him, standing on my feet to make my way to my bedroom to receive a condom.
I annoyingly sauntered up the stairs. I entered my room, walking over to my nightstand, when I ascertained muffled vibrating. I glanced over to my bed, realizing it was my phone that diffused the sound. I quickly answered the call after distinguishing it was my brother.
"Hey, Austin," I greeted him.
There was silence, the faint sound of crying in the background. My heart sunk into my stomach.
"Hello?" I worriedly repeated.
"Oh, h-hey, sis," he responded, voice breaking as he spoke.
"Austin, what's going on? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" I interrogated him, rambling.
"No, no, I'm fine," he assured.
"You're not fine, you're crying. What's wrong?"
"I think you need to come home."
"Why?" I abruptly asked.
I heard him inhale, breath raggedly shaking before speaking. "Mom's sick, El."
