Unsteady || H.S

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

"I refuse."

"Harry come on," I whine as I pull on his arm.

"You know that I'm stronger than you why are you even trying?"

"I'm starving Harry, isn't the host supposed to help his guests with stuff like this," I draw out my words in annoyance.

"Okay first, this house is pretty much yours as much as it is mine. And second, I can help you get full but it won't really be edible babe."

I blush at his words, his sexual suggestiveness something I'm not used to so early in the morning.

"Harry I need food," I throw myself back on the bed, leaving him a giggling mess.

"I don't know, you haven't been very nice to me lately," his tone suggests something that isn't below me in my hungry state and I immediately bust out the flattery.

"Harry baby, you're so perfect, beautiful but rugged you know," I straddle his hips and his eyes say go on.

"Your eyes, your voice, it's all so intoxicating," my finger traces the tattoo above his abs.

"That jawline," I lean forward and attach my lips to his jawline. "Could cut someone baby," a light groan leaves his lips as I leave my mark on his jaw.

I trial my lips down to his collar bone, further down his chest to his deep v-line. "So sexy," I mumble as my hand barely grazes over his crotch, his hips bucking at the contact.

"Okay okay I'll get you something to eat. Stay here," he leaves the room flustered, something I find undeniably adorable.

He comes back with two packages of pop-tarts on two plastic plates in one hand and two bottles of water in the other. For a moment I'm captivated by the size of his hands but I brush it off and take the plate once he offers.

"I don't think it's very fair to get me hard and then ask for breakfast, who does that?" It was then that I noticed the large bulge coming from his boxers, intimidating and obviously aching.

"I- I just, umm I guess I, maybe i-it," his smile pauses my words, the small shake of his head endearing as I try not to think of my embarrassment.

"I didn't mean to," I mumble.

"Yeah you did," I smile at his words, knowing it was true, I unapologetically wanted to be the one to arouse him, and I had succeeded.

I shrug and he shakes his head at me, smiling widely. "You're lucky you're cute," I scoff and hit his shoulder, pretending to be offended.

I sneeze and Harry looks at me in awe, confusion filling me as sniffle a bit. He continues staring at me as I sneeze some more and eventually start releasing little coughs.

"What?"

"That was cute as shit Sky; but do you think you're getting sick?"

"It is common when you get back into a school environment to at sick, since you're around so many people. I'm sure there's something scientific behind it, but whatever."

He pulls me into him, his strong arm holding me to his side as we face the television once more.

"But are you feeling ill?" I nod, the feeling of chilled-bones filling my body. He whispers something softly like my poor girl but I don't question him. The rain patters on the windowsill as I curl into Harry.

Minutes later Harry has been stroking my hair and I'm almost asleep, my head on his lap, my body wrapped in his comforter. I nearly drift off, my eyes closed when he begins to whisper under his breath.