Tempting•H.S. (MAJOR EDITING)

18- prt 2

Songs-

Colors pt. 2- Halsey

Young God- Halsey

All the time- Jeremih

Feel it- Jacquees

(her neck)

Enjoy ;)

3rd person  pov

Rose sits in bed, tears running down her face. How could her parents do this to her. She hasn't even been living here for a full six months, and now she's moving again.

"We're doing this for the sake of your safety, sweetie. I can't leave you all alone at home for god knows how many weeks at a time." Her mom said.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon, so have everything you need ready to go." Her dad told her.

She tried her best to plead and plead, but noting was working.

As this eventful day is coming to an end, there's one person on her mind.

Harry.

She realizes she won't see him again. Well that's far fetched, maybe only once a year if anything. She will miss his smile, his scent, his pale green eyes, his lips, his horrible jokes, his contagious laugh. Him. She'll miss him.

The thought makes the tears roll down her cheeks faster, and harder. She needs to see him. This may be the last time she gets the chance.

-/-

Harry stands in front of Rose, his body adored with a sweatshirt. His large hands tucked under him.

"You called?" He asks her.

She timidly nods her head.

"Harry, you were right. I was being childish. What we were arguing over was foolish. I wish I hadn't. I'm sorry." She breaths out.

A large smile finds its way upon Harry's face.

"You called me here at three in the morning to tell me this?" 

Rose looks down with embarrassment.

"That's cute." Harry says with a teasing voice.

A smile stretches out across Rose's face. Harry grabs her by the hand, and pulls her into him. Her head buried in the crook of his neck.

"I've missed you, baby girl."

Rose finds herself melting like butter at the pet name.

"I missed you too."

Harry leans down kissing her lips softly. Rose whimpers when he pulls away. She leans up to connect their lips once again, wrapping her hands in his hair. Harry stumbles, making them fall onto the bed.

"Quiet, my mom is sleep."

Harry kisses down her neck, sucking softly, making Rose moan. His warm tongue trails her collarbones, which makes her arch into his touch.

"Daddy." She breaths out.

Harry's warm breath fans over the wet mark on her neck, making her shiver at the sensation.

"Your door is locked right?"

Rose nods her head helplessly.

Harry picks her up by her thighs to make her straddle him. Her clothed heat landing on his prominent bulge. She unconsciously grinds onto him.

"Fuck, baby girl."

Harry sits up and Rose wraps her arms around his neck. She moves her hips slightly; Harry pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her breast. He cups them in his hands, kneading the softly.