All My Love

Chapter 5

"God damn it Stella." He mumbles to himself, getting off the bed carefully and picks up my shirt from the ground, tossing it at me.

I sit up, quickly turning it right side out and bringing it over my head then pulling it down. When did she even get home? By the time I make it to the door, Harry's already hiding in the closet.

I look back to see his phone still laying on the phone and I run to get it, switching the switch to silent it. Before going back to the door, I slowly open the closet door to see him standing there putting his shirt back on. I hand him his phone and close the closet door, hurrying over back to the door. I take a deep breath and twist the handle. Stella stands there wearing an oversized shirt and socks, showing me she must've been sleeping for however long.

"Is everything okay?" I ask in a fake yawn which only causes me to actually yawn seconds later.

"Did I wake you?" She asks and I shake my head.

"I've been watching Netflix." I tell her, pointing my thumb back. Without asking, Stella walks into my room and crawls onto my bed to get underneath the covers.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask, stepping to my bed. My eyes look over at the closet and then back at her who shrugs. "You look upset."

"I tried kissing Luke tonight." She blurts out and my eyes go wide from being taken aback.

"What?" I ask even though I heard her clearly. I get on my bed and sit on the back of my legs, waiting to hear more.

"Yeah, I don't know why. I don't like him or anything." She tells me, bringing the covers up to her chin. "I couldn't sleep, is it okay if I just crash in here with you tonight?" Stella asks, looking over at me and then yawning.

Crap.

My eyes look over at the closet and I bite my lip.

"Yeah." I say unsure and she smiles with her eyes closed, too exhausted to thank me. My phone dings on the night stand and I lean over, grabbing it to see Harry's name. I swipe over, punching in the four digits to let the message appear.

Harry: I'm going to fucking murder you.

I read and go to type but see the bubble icon pop up again, showing me he's typing.

Harry: I need to take a wee, you're dead.

I smile at the second message, covering my mouth to keep myself from letting out an actual laugh and bring my thumbs to the keyboard of my phone.

Me: sorry sorry sorry. hopefully she'll fall asleep fast 😁

I hit send and not even a second later, he's typing.

Harry: Shove that emoji up your ass. I'm glad you didn't get have an orgasm.

Me: neither did you asshole

Harry: Don't remind me.

I laugh at his message, knowing he's rolling his eyes, and look back down at my phone when I hear I received another message from him.