Trace

Chapter 39

EL's POV

"Come on, we're gonna be late!" I call to Harry, who's dawdling in the bathroom.

I hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on. I tap my foot impatiently as the water runs for what feels like an eternity.

The door finally opens and Harry walks out, running a hand through his hair.

"Harry," I whine, walking over to him.

"Yeah?" he looks down at me with a confused expression.

"Your hair is sticking straight up!" I giggle, reaching up to fix it.

He backs away quickly before I can touch him.

"I thought you liked my hair like this?"  

He wears a hurt look on his face.

I sigh, "Not like that."

Harry groans and bends down his head so I can reach his curly hair.

I quickly shake my hands through his messy hair and grin when he stands back up.

"Now that is sexy."

Harry beams like a young boy and my heart flutters instantly in my chest.

"I guess I'll have to let you do my hair more often then, yeah?" he says with a wink.

I stand quick on my toes to peck him on the cheek, but he surprises me by grabbing my waist and holding my body close to his, and kissing me on the lips. Harry deepens the kiss and I feel the space between my legs tighten. I place my hands firm on Harry'a chest, pushing him back.

"We have to go," I demand breathlessly.

Harry frowns but obliges, taking my hand in his as we finally walk out of the door.

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Today we are meeting Niall for lunch before Harry drives back to Liverpool. I still can't believe he made that drive up the other night. It's a miracle he didn't get in the wreck, being enraged and drunk while doing so.

Harry now sits grumpily in the passenger's seat as I drive the car to the restaurant. He isn't too happy about me driving him around, but I'm worried about his injured hand. He has quite a long ride back to Liverpool today... and he shouldn't even be driving himself.

"I don't even need this stupid cast," he had complained earlier today.

I know he had just said that to sound all "macho"- if he didn't have the cast on now, it would be an awful sight.

Harry rests his good hand on my thigh, tracing circles with his long finger. I wiggle in my seat a little bit. He grabs my thigh to hold me still, and squeezes it whilst rubbing his thumb in small motions, teasing me.

"Stop it, Harry."

I don't have to look at him to know that he is smirking.

"Stop what?" he asks innocently- though he is far from innocent.

"Get your hand off of me, please," I say to him, avoiding his direct question already knowing that he wants a dirty response.

He brings his large hand all the way under my dress and loops a finger under my panties.

"Harry!" I gasp.

"Am I making you feel good?" his voice is low and husky, turning me on even more.

"Please, you're gonna make me crash your beloved car," I keep my voice steady as to not give the impression of begging.

"Please what?" he licks his lips, his index finger rubbing circles close to my opening.