Demon By Day (Sequel To Demon By Night)

Chapter 7- This Isn't The Cullen's House!

Chapter 7- This Isn't The Cullen's House!

I rubbed my hand back and forth over Harry's stomach. He moaned and pulled me even closer to him. "I actually kind of like it down here." He laughed.

I hummed in response, and closed my eyes- But reopened them when the bed dipped beside me, and the warmth of my husband was removed.

"Lets go upstairs." He said blankly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, and sat up. "What? Why?"

"Let's just go upstairs." He growled.

His sudden attitude change made me angry, and I scowled back at him. "Niall isn't holding the door anymore?"

He glared at me, and then grabbed my wrist. "I'll say it one more time, we're going upstairs."

I pulled my wrist away from him, and hopped out of the bed. "Fine. Gosh, calm down."

Harry rolled his eyes, and got closer to me. "Don't talk to me like that."

"I'll talk to you how I want!" I snapped at him.

Harry gave me a fierce stare, before grabbing the belt loops of my jeans. He yanked me into his chest, and spoke into my ear. "Remember the rules, Bailey. You came close last time." He hands found my waist, and he spun me around, pushing me towards the stairs.

I turned back around, and crossed my arms over my chest. "I hate it when you do this."

Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Do what?"

"Your so bi-polar lately. One minute your all cuddly, and normal, and then the next- your all 'Don't talk to me like that.'" I mimicked. "It's annoying, and I'm getting tired of it." The words rushed out of my mouth, and I breathed in relief once I had gotten it all out there.

He smirked slightly, and chuckled. "You're so cute."

"See? There you go again!" I growled.

"You talk to much." He told me, smiling.

I was about to protest, but one of his hands clasped onto my wrist, pulling me into him, and the other landed on my jawline. His lips landed on mine roughly, but I didn't push him away- nor did I respond.

"And that... Is my favorite way, to shut you up." He whispered breathlessly.

I didn't speak, I just stood there- looking up into his eyes, my expression blank.

"We can talk later," He reassured me. "But for now, lets go upstairs, okay? Your not going to be mad at me, and we're going to act happy. They are worried about you, you need to show them that there is nothing to be anxious about. "

I tried to object, but I choked when he gave me a grave and angered look. I subsided to just nodding, still speechless.

He smiled sweetly, "Behave." His hand found mine, and he interlocked our fingers, pulling me through the doorway of the bedroom in the basement. We travelled up the stairs, were we could hear the chattering of the group through the door.

All eyes were on us, and Harry smiled at them. "Hey, guys."

They muttered their responses, and became silent once more. They're eyes scanned our intertwined hands, and Liam gave me a worried look.

Harry let go of my hand, and walked towards the fridge. "Do you want anything to eat, baby?" He asked me.

My first instinct was to give him a snide remark, but I held back, his words in the basement leaving me frightened. 'Behave.' I bit my lip, and hummed. "Uh, no. I'm good for now."