You and Harry have been living together for about 2 weeks, you moved in to his flat after dating for 3 and a half years. You couldn't even remember what life was like before you met him because you had been friends for 5 years prior to your intimate relation started. Now you're both 19 and have no idea what to do with your lives, everything seems to be falling into place, perfectly.
"Harry! Do you know where my phone is?" You ask, marching into your shared room.
Harry's mouth turns up into a smirk as he keeps his eyes trained on his phone screen. "Yes..."
You roll your eyes and go to stand next to him, he's lying on his stomach on the bed. "Where is it?"
At that, he finally looks at you. He rolls to his back and tosses his phone to the backboard of the bed, which is against the wall, he uses his arms to support his shoulders off the bed. "My back pocket, now come and get it!" He says and gives you a cheeky smile.
"You're kidding," You state, narrowing your eyes at him, you relax your face and sigh. "you're not." You place your hands on your hips and try to be serious for a minute. "Seriously, I have to go help Polly shop in 7 minutes."
Harry doesn't look the least bit concerned. "You better hurry then." He mocks you and winks.
"You know, if you weren't so cute, I might not put up with this." You smile lightly and crawl onto the bed.
"Love, you and I both know there is more to it than that." He raises his eye brows suggestively.
You freeze with your mouth hung open at the vulgar innuendo he just made, Harry sits up and grabs your hips with his big hands, pulling you on top of him in a flash. You squeal and raise a brow at him when he just plants your bum on his torso and doesn't do anything more.
"Are you going to kiss me?" You ask, impatiently.
Harry grins evilly at that and sits up, pulling you flush up against him with his hands positioned firmly the small of your back. He leans right past your mouth and whispers against your ear. "You didn't have to beg, Baby."
Now, 5 months into your relationship, if Harry had even hinted at anything sexual, you would have been on the floor, under the bed, in a ball, with your face on fire. Now, you're so used to the dirty jokes that the most you do is let your jaw drop. Long story short, the only things you blush at are jokes made in public or when you get dirty texts when you're visiting family.
"Listen here, Curly." You growl and grip his curls in your fists, pulling his head back baring his neck for you. You're just about to kiss him when you both hear a door burst open downstairs.
"Y/N!" Your sister screeches.
You and Harry freeze your eyes widening with his. He pushes you onto the ground and runs to hide, he may not be afraid of your Dad, but your sister is another story.
"Ass Hat." You mumble and get up to face the wrath of your older sis.
