All My Love

Chapter 77

| Becca |

After awkwardly sitting here next to a naked Olivia in the bathtub for twenty minutes, I assume that it has been a long enough time for her to sit there and detoxicate. Before I start to drain the tub, I hear soft chuckles and sentences from Harry's bedroom. I bring my eyebrows together and stand up from the tub, looking back at Olivia to make sure she isn't going to end up drowning but her face is far from the water. I peak out the door to Harry's phone up to his ear with a sweet smile sprawled across his face, showing off his dimple proudly as he stares down at his lap. Who is he talking to at this time? Suddenly his eyes glance over before taking another take and I hurry to get behind the door, holding my breath while I wait for my name to be called. But I hear nothing.

"Yeah, no of course. I'll talk to you later. Love you too." A short chuckle escapes him and I stand there with a curious face plastered on me. I no longer hear Harry's voice, letting myself turn around and walk towards the bathtub. "Have you always been an eavesdropper?" Harry's voice creeps in with the tone of a smirk and I spin around, standing in front of Olivia who is still seems to be sleeping. Harry gulps hard, probably using every muscle in his toned body to keep his eyes on mine.

"Who—"

"—My mum." He answers and then looks behind me, causing me to look over my left shoulder down at the girl. I look back at Harry and he crouches down as he opens up the cabinet doors underneath the sink. "I missed her." Harry speaks low and grabs ahold of a gray towel that's neatly folded. When he stands up straight, he cocks his head to the side in a quick gestures to make me get out of the way. No eye contact on her body whatsoever, he pulls up the drain stopper letting the water tornado down the pipes.

"Are you excited to see her in like what, a month?" I ask, holding my left arm as I wait for him to turn back around.

"Very." Harry turns around to face me and licks his bottom lip. My eyes stay at his pink lips, making my mouth water from the lack of touch we've had this entire time I've been here, or let alone the whole night. "I still want you to come with." He tells me and I break my gaze. My eyes hit his greens and I hesitate a shrug.

"You know I'm terrified of flying." I remind him and he nods before looking down at the half empty tub.

"I know, but you'll have me there with you." Harry says the same time he leans down, struggling but getting Olivia up over his bare shoulder. A knot in my stomach tightens at the sight of his skin touching hers and he gives me a look to relax, obviously noticing my tense stance. "Put the towel over her." He nods his head towards her and I quickly get the towel off the toilet seat, unwrapping it and laying it on her back. Harry places his forearm underneath Olivia's butt that's not covered with cloth and I move out of the bathroom, letting him walk by. This time, he lets her down on the bed in a way a mom would set down a brand new baby.

"I'll dress her." I move him out of the way of the perfect view of her hopeless and naked body. Harry lets out a laugh before running a hand through his hair and tossing me the shirt. I don't even care if she's dry or not. I take a deep breath and start dressing Olivia.

"I know you're still mad at me." Harry's voice has shifted now and I look over at him, becoming distracted while water droplets fall down his stomach from holding Olivia. I go back to focusing on bringing the basketball shorts up her short legs and struggle to scoot them up but do so anyways.

I am mad. I'm mad that he walked out of the coffee place like that, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. I wasn't expecting that from him. I for sure thought he'd instantly stand outside and turn around within a second but he didn't. I know I was the one who brought it up, I knew something would happen but I didn't care at the moment. We were having such a great time that there was still a little piece of be that believed a scene or fight wouldn't be caused by a simple question. I also do admit that I was being a bit bratty when I assumed him for calling me easy which I knew he wasn't.

"Bec." I hear him sigh out and my eyes shoot over to his desperate ones.

"Can you put her more towards the pillows?" I point at Olivia and turn around to the bathroom to retrieve her clothes. He doesn't say a word but begins to walk around me to the other side of the bed to get a better grip of her.

I pick up her clothes and turn off the bathroom light, walking out to see Harry sitting at the end of the bed with his large hands over his face, running them up and down.

"Becca, I hate this... I don't want you mad at me." Harry starts while he follows me down the hallway to the kitchen so I can place Olivia's dirty clothes in a bag. Luckily one sits on the counter and I let the clothes fall before leaning up against the it, setting my hands on the cold granite. "It was a stupid idea to walk out."

"Is that all you know? Just to walk out?"

"It's not that I wanted to but in the heat of the moment, it... It just happened." Harry steps closer to me and I look down at the creamed colored wood before back up at him.

"You've been walking out ever since I met you. All the hookups, all the dumb friend fights, dinners with friends, just everything if we're being honest." I cross my arms and he looks around the kitchen in a stunned but disbelief face.

"I didn't walk out after every single time we fucked? There were times I actually stayed over. Plus they were just hookups, who cares?" Harry shrugs nonchalantly and I inhale, looking up at the ceiling before pushing myself off the counter and move to walk by him. Except I don't get by him. I'm stuck behind his lips rushing to mine.

They're ripped off only to be placed again, giving me salt and pepper kisses over and over and over again until I feel my butt hit the edge of the counter again. Finally Harry keeps our lips attached, pushing his tongue into my mouth the same time his hands grab the back of my thighs. I know to wrap my arms around the back of his neck, jumping to help him get me on the counter. I hum in moan into his mouth when he pushes open my legs to walk in closer.

"You need to stop being so dramatic all the time." Harry tells me between small kisses and I run a hand down his back, feeling the warmth he holds tightly. I roll my eyes when his lips are off and he squints at me before bringing his thumb to my bottom lip and the rest of his fingers on my jawline. "See, was that eye roll even necessary?" Harry asks, swiping the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip, keeping a good stare down at my mouth. His dilated eyes lock my with mine and suddenly I feel the burning in the pit of my stomach from the quick mood change. It never fails to feel like sex is in the air around him.