All My Love

Chapter 12

"So Michael's at that girl's house?" I ask, looking around their place while I follow him back into his room.

"Yeah, him and Natalie are really hitting off I guess. He'll probably be there all night like I said." Harry tells me walking into his room. He immediately starts taking the back of his collar in his fist and bringing the crewneck up to take it off.

I watch as his back muscles move when he tosses it on his bed. Harry then runs his hand through his chocolate hair.

The closet is exposed and he moves out of the way of it, gesturing his hand out for me to pick a shirt for him. When I make it up to his closet, I look at the multiple shirts hung up that are all different kinds of patterns and three solid colors of t-shirts, black, white, and gray. It amazes me that Harry takes the time to color coordinate his closet now, something that I taught him.

I bite the corner of my lip and reach my hand out for one of white tees before handing him the hanger in front of him to grab.

"Really? Just a plain white shirt?" Harry looks down at it and then pushes his hair back when he looks at me.

"Fine." I take back the shirt in fake aggressiveness and shove it back where it went. I pick up the first patterned shirt I lay my eyes on, which happens to me some button up that looks like a barcode. "Here." I tell him, and he smiles at me taking it off the hanger and tossing it on the floor of his closet. I roll my eyes and pick up the hanger, putting it in front of all the other clothes, to make it easier for him to find empty ones. Harry slips the shirt onto his shoulder, keeping it unbuttoned completely.

"Aren't you going to button it?" I ask, giving him a strange look after he just stands there for almost a minute, looking at me.

"You're my stylist, you do it. Since apparently it's stupid to leave buttons undone." Harry puts his nose in the air and closes his eyes as his arms that are sprawled up from his sides. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool from his sarcasm and take a few steps to him.

My fingers grab the bottom buttons, bringing the shirt together while I keep my eyes on my task instead of looking up at him. I know if I look up, he'll be looking at me with those hungry eyes and I'll only fall into his trap.

Harry's arms are now to his side, patiently waiting for me to get his buttons done. From the intense feeling of being stared at, I can't help but feel nervous and distracted. I'm on the third button now and my fingers hit his warm skin which causes me to keep my hands still.

I can practically feel the sexual tension between us already and I watch as his tummy moves up and down slowly, keeping his breathing at a normal pace.

"Becca," Harry starts and my head snaps up, piercing my eyes into his.

"Just kiss me." I say straightaway before he could say anything.

I pull him down towards me by the collar of the shirt and finally crash our lips together to taste the mint I've been craving. His tongue swipes over my bottom lip into my mouth, maneuvering around my own tongue, sending chills down my spine the same time he backs me up to his bed.

My calves hit the side of the bed and I fall back, falling away from the strawberry colored lips I love so much. Harry's tongue pokes through his lips and climbs over me, bringing them back to mine and I let out a little moan into his mouth letting him know I'm enjoying it.

My hands find their way in his shirt where only the two buttons were able to conjoin. I palm the butterfly on his skin and feel the fire of the touch, which only shows me how much he's wanting this.

"I-I'm on my period... I think." I say between a couple kisses and he stops. Harry's eyes look into mine and he takes a breath.

"Well are you draining out a murder scene or are you just having cramps right now?" Harry asks, scanning my face. I smile at the curls that are falling down next to his face and push them back. "We don't have all day Becca." He says in what sounds like an impatient but excited laugh.