Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 67

Harry's hands held onto Annabelle's back, pulling her body closer as their lips worked against each other in deep kisses. Her hands were tangled in his hair, slightly pulling at the roots when her back was pressed against a wall. Their actions were going at a slow pace and they were simply sharing a passionate moment together.

Harry's eyes were tightly held shut as he focused all of his energy on kissing Annabelle and pouring his love and heart into her mouth, his hands trailing up her curvy figure to hold her cheeks, keeping her lips close to his. Annabelle was stood on her tiptoes so she could reach him better. One of her hands stayed in his hair, her fingers tugging at the dark brown curls, while her other hand gripped the front of his t-shirt, wrinkling the white fabric and holding him close to her.

Harry moved his lips to press hot and wet kisses down her neck, only getting halfway to her ear before his chin was pulled back up and Annabelle's lips were back on his, their kisses becoming reckless and messy and his hands feeling her body, trying to memorize each curve and dip, each spot that earned a moan or gasp from her pretty mouth. Annabelle's hands moved to Harry's cheeks to stop their kisses when there was a knock on his door.

"Ignore it," Harry whispered and eagerly placed his lips back on hers, and she kissed him back until there was another knock, almost a bang on his door. Her eyes were fearful as she looked at Harry and how his hands held protectively onto the small of her back.

Harry kissed the top of her head and told her to stay there, in the living room, while he went to see who needed his attention so badly while he was trying to love on his girlfriend.

"Where's Annabelle?" A deep voice was heard from the living room, making Annabelle slap her forehead with her hand, realizing her and Harry were about to be in deep shit.

"She isn't here." Harry replied to the man, crossing his arms.

"I know you're lying," the door was pushed open by Dave's hand and he pushed past Harry. Annabelle internally groaned as she pulled down Harry's shirt that hung off of her body, trying to cover up the fact that she didn't have on any pants. She'd gotten back from work an hour ago and changed into her pajamas, which was just Harry's shirt.

"Sir," Harry tried to stop the angry man from walking into the living room, but he ignored Harry and continued stomping through the apartment.

When Dave spotted Annabelle standing near the coffee table with her hands keeping her shirt from raising over her underwear, he felt as if he'd been betrayed by his own daughter.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Dave's voice boomed through the room, making Annabelle flinch. "You think you can just leave home and not come back for a week?" Dave approached Annabelle and Harry followed him, ready to kick this shit of a father out of his apartment.

"All just to stay at a boy's house," Dave laughed, "And dressed like this!" His hand motioned to Annabelle's bare legs. Her left leg hid behind her right leg, feeling like an ant under a microscope.

"Sir," Harry's voice was firm as he stood facing both of them.

"No, you do not get to speak." Dave held his finger up and pointed it at Harry before turning back to his daughter. "Go get some clothes on, Annabelle Mae, you're leaving."

Annabelle shook her head and took a step back, not wanting to leave Harry, especially with her raging father who had no right to tell her what to do anymore. He'd never been a good father, he'd always been so strict and judgmental, never allowing Annabelle to live the way she wanted. She were now legally an adult, and she would hold that against him forever.

Dave began shouting again, grabbing Annabelle's arm in a tight grip, which only set Harry over the edge as he ripped the man's hand away from Annabelle's precious skin and made her stand behind him.

"You do not get to touch her like that," Harry mocked Dave's words from earlier, a cocky grin on his face as his eyes dared anyone to lay a hand on Annabelle.

"When your mother hears about this," Dave shook his head, looking behind Harry to see Annabelle peeking her head around his body. "She will not like it." Dave tried to sound calmer than before, knowing that he would go home and tell everything to Julie and they would both be outraged.

"It's none of her business, sir," Harry leaned closer to Annabelle's father, making himself seem more intimidating than he is.

"It is absolutely our business, she is our daughter and lives under our roof. She will follow our rules, or else." Annabelle's hands gripped the back of Harry's shirt, asking him to just leave it alone.

"I think you should go." Harry fixed his posture, becoming a few inches taller than the man in front of him and pulling his lips into a tight line.

Dave left after that, but made sure to tell Annabelle how much of a disgrace she were being by staying at a boy's house before they were married, especially without wearing clothes, and slammed the door behind him.

Annabelle breathed out a breath of relief as she leaned her forehead on Harry's muscular back. He turned around to hug her, telling her that she definitely were no disgrace, and that he loved how she felt comfortable enough around him to wear only his shirt. Annabelle decided she wanted to take a shower, and Harry made sure she grabbed the clothes she'd need before walking into the kitchen to call his mother.

"Why did you have to tell him where I live?" Harry leaned against the counter, trying to stay calm for his mother's sake.

"He asked if I'd seen Annabelle, I said no, and he asked where you were, so I told him." Anne replied nonchalantly, knowing she were angering Harry, but she didn't care anymore.

"He barged in here as if he owned the place, mum, I had to kick him out before he made Annabelle feel bad for being with me."

"It's not like I could've stopped the man," Anne laughed, and Harry huffed.

"What's your problem, mum? You act like you don't care anymore." Harry's voice softened, worry finding its way into Harry's mind.

"Maybe I don't." Anne sighed and ended the call, leaving Harry to begin pacing the floor.