Addiction (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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LIA'S POV:

I make my naked body get out of bed as I walk down the stairs of the cabin into the bathroom because my small bladder couldn't take it anymore. 

Once I get back up to the cabin I realize that there's blood on the white blanket, what a smart idea to take someones virginity on a white blanket. Idiots.

I lay back beside sleeping Harry as I wipe away the curls stuck to his forehead from sweating in his sleep as his eyes flutter open. "Good morning sunshine." I say as he smiles. "How're you feeling?" He asks, his voice sounding so rough and groggy and hot.. "I'm alright, a little sore." I say as he nods and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You look beautiful," He says as he sits up slightly to kiss me on the lips, I return the kiss and say. "So do you," With a smile on my face. "There's blood on the blanket, you idiot." I say causing him to laugh which causes me to smile. "You're the one who just had to bleed," He chuckles. "Oh, yeah. I had a choice. You're fault for taking my virginity," I say.

"Oh, would you like it back?"

"No," I get out of bed as Harry leans over to my side and slaps my ass. "Nice ass," He says."

"Watch it," I eye him as he just laughs again. I put my underwear on and the same white T-shirt I had on last night as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I open the refrigerator to thankfully see a carton of eggs hiding in the back. Good thing these people have this place ready for the next visitors. It must suck having to buy groceries for every cabin though. Probably why there's only bottled water, eggs, milk, bread and the people that were here before us, probably left all these yogurts and gatorades. 

I begin to crack the eggs and put it all together in a glass bowl and then pour it all into a skillet.

A few minutes later, I have created one large omelet as I flip it over onto a plate and cut it in half for Harry's and I. 

Arms are wrapped around me once again as a kiss is placed on my cheek as I smile while putting cheese on top of my omelet. "I didn't know if you wanted cheese or not," I say. "I do, please." He says, letting go of me and opening the refrigerator.

I lean over the island and place the two plates on the other side of the island as a hand is in between my thighs. "Harry!"

"Lia!" He chuckles and I once again can't help but smile.

"You have got to stop doing that."

"I have got to start doing that more often," He smirks at me and sits at the barstool as he hands one of the bottled waters to me as I sit beside him. "Oh, thank you." I say, taking the bottled water.

..

After Harry and I finished our breakfast, we both showered together once again.

Harry got out of the shower earlier than I have so while I was finishing washing my hair I asked him, "When are we leaving?" 

"In about an hour or two, is that okay with you?" He says as I look at him to see him towel drying his hair.

"That's fine with me," I say, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

I slip on the clothes I wore yesterday when we first got here as I grab the small white blow-dryer hanging on the wall next to the mirror in the bathroom as I begin to blow-dry my hair.

It's too frizzy to do anything with other than put it back in a bun like I had it, so that's what I do.

"Shit, what are we going to do about the bloody sheets?" Harry asks from another room.

"Uhh, I don't know. I forgot about them." I say.

"Maybe we should just leave them," I say entering the living room. 

"What if they do some kind of testing because they think it's murder and then they end up finding out that it's yours and then they accuse me of murder and then in two years I'm in prison and get forty years of prison." He panics.

"Harry, calm down." I laugh at him.

"We'll figure out something. Hand them to me." I say as he tosses them over the wood railing from the loft and I catch them with both hands.

...

The blanket is too big for it to fit in my purse so we ended up putting it under my shirt to make it look like I was pregnant..

Although we are just walking out to Harry's car, it still looks suspicious but Harry can't seem to contain his laughter over how ridiculous this idea is and I can't blame it because I can't hold my laughter in either. 

Harry holds the door open for me as I sit in the passenger side of his car and he makes his way to the other side. There was only one old lady coming out of her cabin who smiled at us as we were getting in the car.

"You know, at least you look cute pregnant. I'll keep that in mind when we decide to have kids." Harry says as he backs out of the gravel parking lot.

"Too far, bud. Keep it mind that I am not pregnant and won't be for a loong time." I say as I take the sheet out under my shirt and then throw it in a dumpster a few miles down the road.

I sleep on the way back to my house as Harry shakes my arm lightly and says, "We're back at your house, baby." I open my eyes to be sitting in the driveway of my house and begin to gather my phone and purse and raise my seat up that was previously leaned back.

"I'll call you later. If you feel any pain, call me." He says to me as he grabs my hand and pulls me close to him and kisses me. I kiss him back and smile at him.

"I love you, Lia." He says and I freeze. I open the passenger door and step out as I lean down.

"I love you, Harry." I say and close the door as he drives away.