The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 13: Rainy Kisses

I open the door, and I see him standing there. Staring at me, still sweaty from the boxing. He takes his shirt off again, and throws it on the floor. "It's so hot" he complains. "Harry, we're in London. It's just the heater that's on. I mean it's raining outside now, but before it was snowing." He nods, and I'm still standing infront of him. Suddenly, he grabs my waist with one arm, and puts me over his shoulder. He puts me on the couch, and hovers over me. He puts both legs on both sides of my waist, and he looks like he's got me pinned down in the boxing ring. "Dont you dare." He smirks, and tries to kiss me, I lift my waist up, (almost like an air-hump lol) really hard, and it hurts him. "Ah shit.." he curses under his breath. He puts his hand over his balls, and I push him off of me. "Don't you ever hold me down again!" I yell at him. I help him up, but then I run away. I run upstairs, and run into my room. I really wish my parents would come back right now. I lock my door, and lean my back against, and slide down to sit on the floor. "What am I gonna do.. What a mess this is..." I hide my face in my hands. I get up, and lay down on my bed. I get up again, and look in my mirror. I wipe my tears, and try to fix my hair. I notice, that Harry's gotten quiet. I hope he left. I unlock my door, and about 5 minutes go by, and Harry comes into my room, all wet. "What happen--" I start. I couldn't finish, but then I'm on the bed under Harry. I look up at him, confused. "It's raining outside, that's what happened." He answers back.

**Harry's P.O.V**                                                                                                                      

She looked beautiful. Hair sprawled out on the bed, eyes shining and looking up at me. Lips as pink as a rose, so soft and plump. She was perfect. She wasn't that tan either, she was kind of pale. Not in a bad way, I thought it made her cute. Eyes dark brown, to match her hair that was the same color too. Her hair nearly looked black, but thats what made it beautiful. I loved this moment, having her under me. I felt kind of bad since my body was wet from the rain outside, and my curls we're stuck to my forehead, and I can tell they were because when that happens, she smiles at me. I still have my snapback on backwards, and my shorts are kind of sagging a bit, so you see some of my gray Calvin Klein boxers. I didn't notice until she pointed it out. I just wanted to find an excuse just for her to kiss me every 5 minutes. I loved her so much, and I'm glad she broke up with that asshole.

**Katie's P.O.V**  I looked at him, as he stared down at me. I wish we could stay like this forever. It felt so nice, and calm. But then he came down to kiss me. He closed his eyes and kept kissing me. I thought this was sweet, since it finally wasn't rough, it was slow and soft. Half of me hoped it was only going to be kissing, but the other half of me knew what he was doing. Then he started using his tounge and it turned into a steamy makeout session. My fingers were tangled with his wet curls, and he was still hovering over me. We stop to look at each other, and he tries to take off my shirt, I dont let him the first time, but then he makes this dog-whimper escape from his mouth. He put a puppy dog face and I started laughing, which made me weak, and he got to pull it up to my arms. I realized I was in my jean shorts, and half of my bra, since my shirt was up to my elbows.. I feel my face get hot, and I feel kind of embarassed because the only time we did this before was when I was drunk, so now I know he's staring at me. I feel his eyes burning through me, and I feel my face turn even hotter. I stay looking at him and he comes back down to make out with me again. I try to pull him off. I fix my shirt, and it goes back to normal. I stay laying under him, and he makes a sad puppy face again. I shake my head. "Bad dog Harry, bad dog." He growls, and I stick my tounge out at him. "Stop being such a bad dog." I mock. He gently bites my bottom lip, and I stay there frozen. He winks, "Woof." he mocks. I shoot an angry look at him, and then I realize he's still on me. Both of my arms get next to me, and he's holding me down. "I said never hold me down!" I start squirming and I slip out but then he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I let out a frustrated scream, and kick him. "Easy there, tiger. You look like a seven year old trying to get a doll her momma wont let her get." "Shut up, doggy." He squints his eyes at me, and kisses me again. "You liked our wet make-out session from a few minutes ago, so I wouldn't be complaining." "I hate you." "I love you too, Katie."