The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 30

"Calz," I was nudged awake. My nose was frozen from the frigid air in the room I was currently in. The blankets around me were pulled tight by someone leaning over me. I opened my eyes and felt his curls hit my face before I saw him. 

"Good morning," I mumbled, startling myself awake.

"Good morning beautiful," Harry smiled as he leaned over me, his curls tickling the top of my head.

"We have school today, don't we?" I groaned.

"Sadly," he sighed giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

"I want to stay here forever," I smiled looking up at him. He gave me a smirk and leaned down to plant a wet kiss to my lips.

"And what would we do in that forever?" he smirked cheekily.

"I'm sure you'd come up with something," I giggled as he ducked his head into my neck and gave me kisses there.

"I think," he hesitated and ran his fingers down my front over the blankets so he wasn't actually touching me but the effect was still very evident in the way it made me feel. My breaths came short and I was quickly entranced into his game. "I think I would make you feel good in all different places..." He kissed across my collarbone. "...all different ways..." He kissed up the side of my face towards my mouth. "...and in all different-," he was interrupted by the slam opening of his bedroom door.

"HARRY WAKE UP!" Sabrina yelled into his room and stopped abruptively and stared at the two of us as Harry was sprawled over me on top of the covers with me underneath. "Well this is different," she gave us a weird look. 

"GET OUT!" Harry jumped up and pushed her out of the doorway and slammed the door shut.

"Harry..." I rolled my eyes and sat up in his bed. 

He was flustered horribly and it made me worried. The dark tint to his cheeks a soft comparison to a red delicious apple. 

"Get dressed," Harry spoke rudely as he threw the clothes Daphne had given me towards the bed. They landed in my lap and I eyed him curiously as I stood up from the bed. DANG MOOD CHANGES! I want to get back to the flirty Harry I just witnessed. Hmmm...

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and secured it with a band from my wrist. I pulled my top off and shrugged the pants I had slept in to the ground. I strutted into the bathroom in my panties and bra fully aware of his eyes on every inch of my bare skin. I looked into his mirror and saw the reddish purple mark he had put on my chest. My face became heated and I was pissed. It was dark and disgusting. It made me look like a sick piece of trash.

"HARRY!" I screeched and stomped back into his bedroom. He stood there with a pair of black jeans on and the band of his underwear showing from the top. I pointed my finger at the mark he'd made on me. "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

"...last night..." he spoke softly like a child being scolded.

"Last night?!" Oh I was mad. "Don't you fucking dare put one of these on me again!"

I snatched the clothes from his bed and quickly made my way back to his bathroom. I looked the mark over in the mirror and I couldn't help the hot tears that ran down my cheeks. I sniffled them back up trying to be quiet. I didn't want Harry to hear me or anyone else in this house.

"Callie?" Harry's raspy voice spoke softly and warily. He knocked on the door and I locked it not wanting to see him at the moment. What he did was childish and I knew why he did it too! 

I pulled on the sweater Daph had let me borrow and then the jeans. I unlocked the door and ran past Harry as he stood in the bathroom doorway. 

"Callie..." Harry sighed as I grabbed my sleep clothes from the floor and put it into one of the drawers I was now occupying. "Callie," Harry grabbed me by the elbow and I turned around and yanked it from his grip.