All My Love

Chapter 64

I continue kissing Harry's jawline, then all over his neck until I end up on his mouth, kissing him deep. Harry's fingers go through my hair the same time he slides his tongue in, making me forget all about the way he talked to me today. Leave it up to me to forgive and forget so easily.

"I have a headache and I'm starving." Harry tells me between kisses and begins to sit up, holding the bottom of my back with one arm.

"I'll go make you something." I say, pressing my palm against his hot chest to make him lay back down. I get up from him and fix my black sweater, bending over and pulling down my leggings that started rising.

"Do me a favor?" Harry asks and I bring my head up to look over at him as I pull down the other side. "Turn around while you do that." Harry raises his eyebrows while his tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek before licking his lips. My mouth falls open and I stand up straight, covering my butt as I walk out of his room. I roll my eyes at him in a smile as I walk down the hallway and run into Michael who sits on the couch, looking out of it.

"Michael?" I ask, looking at him over the bar that looks into the living room. He doesn't look over so I call out his name a little louder and his head turns slower than I expected and I take my hands out from underneath the running water. Picking off a piece of paper towel, drying my hands, I round the bar. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting down on the couch next to him. Michael looks back down at whatever he was staring at and shrugs, pursing his lips out. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Michael speaks, quiet and I knit my eyebrows together, wanting more information that just that.

"C'mon, yes you do."

"No, really I don't. I don't know what the fuck wrong with me." Michael tells me and I look over at the remote, trying to think.

"Well... What happened?" I ask, hoping to help and he brings his eyebrows together in thought.

"Me and Natalie were at the mall and she just blurts out she loves me and I froze. I didn't know what to say back." Michael tells me in panic and I lay my hand on his shoulder to release the tension he's building up on them. "And on top of that I told her I didn't want to meet her parents." Michael says in a scoff at himself.

"Well do you love her?" I ask and he looks at me with fear behind his eyes.

"I.. I don't know. I've never been in love." Michael tells me and I nod, trying to understand. "I feel like a fucking douche." He sinks into the couch more and I pat his shoulder.

"Don't overthink it, if you love her, you'll definitely know. If you don't, there's no need to rush it." I tell him and he tilts his head at me with hooded eyes. "Tell her when you're ready."

"If she'll even talk to me." Michael mumbles.

"What else happened?"

"When she told me I kind of said thanks." Michael carries it on and my eyes go wide as I try to hold back a laugh.

"She wanted to go home after, huh?" I ask and he nods.

"She said that her and her family were doing something last minute tonight." Michael says and I sit back against the couch next to him. "I sat in my car for an hour, I just got in. What are you doing here?"

"Harry wanted me to pick him up from Louis'."

"Cross-faded?" Michael asks like he already knew.