Love, Sex and Magic.

Part 4!

“What are you doing?” I question, looking at the unusually happy red haired girl in my kitchen making breakfast.  She doesn’t even acknowledge me. “Hello?” I say again; nothing. What the hell is going on? I walk closer and tap her shoulder, the small girl jumped I swear a full foot off the ground; she removes her headphones when she calms down. “Holy fuck Harry, you scared me” she says holding her chest.  “sorry, what are you doing though?” I question looking at the delicious bacon sizzling on the stove. “Making breakfast, what does it look like?” she says with her normal sassy attitude.

“Are you sick?” I joke putting my hand to her forehead checking for a fever; she swats my hand away and gives me a weak smile “no, I just thought you would like something to eat after last night” she shrugs turning back to the stove. “Oh…well thanks” I say walking to the coffee maker which actually had coffee in it for once. I pick myself some good wifey material eh?

“So were you at the party last night? I don’t remember anything” I say shyly, sort of embarrassed of how little I remember. “Yeah, I was there….” She pauses as she sips her coffee, “but I didn’t know anyone and like 4 people fucked in the bed so I really didn’t want to stick around so I stayed on the back steps the whole night” she explains.  

Wow she had the chance to leave, but she didn’t… why didn’t she just leave? I clear my throat and she looks up from her plate; her deep ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in. “why didn’t you just leave?” I ask still looking into her eyes. She lowers her head and looks at her plate playing with her scrambled eggs with her fork. “Uh, I don’t know, where would I go? You would be bound to find me anyways right?” she says sheepishly not looking up to meet m gaze. Is she scared of me? I mean sure I am pretty forceful and loud at times and I admit it at first I wanted her to be kind of scared of me but not anymore; more than anything I want her to want me to protect her, which is exactly what I am going to start to do.

“You don’t have to live with me anymore…” I say quietly as we both clean up breakfast. She turns to me quickly and looks me in the eye as if she is trying to see if I’m serious or not.

“I know you don’t like it here so you might as well leave” I say a little louder. What am I even saying? I don’t want her to leave; I want her here with me so I can watch her all the time and just be with her. “Are you kicking me out?” she says with a playful tone. “Uh…I guess?” I say but come out more of a question, I don’t understand her train of thought sometimes; I mean first she’s a little sassy fire ball, next she’s a timid girl, now… I don’t even know. Can’t she just pick one personality?

“Well in that case Styles, I am staying” it is official I do not understand this girl.  “Fine in that case, you have to play by my rules” I say standing toe to toe with her. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I might as well play along with her head games. 

Texas steps closer (if it’s even possible) forcing me to look down even more. “What rules?” she questions seductively. What direction should I take this? Clearly she wants me, and I want her, but we can’t be together or else Marty will kill me. Fuck Marty, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him right?

“Sex rules” I state playing with the hem of her shirt. Her cheeks go bright red, but her eyes go wild as if those are the words she wanted to hear.  “Go on” she says.

“Rule one, no sex with other boys” she nods in agreement still looking into my eyes.

“Rule two, the kinkier the better” the lust in her eyes is driving me crazy, I just want to fuck her on the table right now.

“Rule three, say stop if you don’t like anything” she stays silent.

“And finally rule four, don’t tell anyone.” I finish still looking down at the little red headed, blue eyed girl who is now my official fuck buddy.