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Beth's POV
The cookies.
The ones that currently reside in my stomach.
Oops.
Hang on.
He told his mother about me?
"Wait Harry," I stop him, my hands still on his hips, "you told your mother about us? I mean, there is no 'us,' per say, we don't know what we are so I'm confused as to what you might have said."
Harry straightens up, the silly smile falls off his face and he looks serious now.
I immediately feel terrible.
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm just really curious as to what you told her in," I pause for a moment, "the bathroom?"
I can see him thinking as he bites his lip.
"Um...can I kind of tell you later?" he asks, "cause if I tell you now it'll spoil my surprise."
I give him a sceptical look but I smile at the same time.
He grabs hold of my hand and places a kiss on the back of it.
"Please?" he gives me puppy dogs eyes and a kiss on my forearm.
"Pretty please?" he places another kiss on the inside of my elbow.
"Pretty, pretty please?" he kisses my upper arm and I'm really trying not to giggle as it tickles.
"Pretty, pretty please with sugar?" his finger gently moves my dress so my collarbone is exposed and he can place a kiss to the bare skin.
Okay I'm not giggling anymore.
"Pretty, pretty please with sugar and a cherry?" he whispers as he places a lingering kiss on the side of my neck.
I swear to god my eyes roll back into my head.
"Pretty, pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top?" he gently nips at my ear as he whispers in my ear.
Fuck.
I slowly clench my thighs together as I let out a shaky breath.
Yeah.
Breathing.
Must do.
He pulls away and his face is inches away from mine as he leans on his arm which is behind me on the kitchen bench.
The same one my back is currently up against and I don't remember how I got here.
I thought I was standing at the door.
Harry is staring at my mouth and I can't help but bite on my bottom lip which in turn causes his breath to catch in his throat.
"Um...about those cookies...yeah..." I babble, "I might have maybe eaten a fair few?"
I raise my eyebrow and look at him sheepishly.
"How many's a few?" he looks crestfallen.
"There's two left out for Santa?" I offer, pointing at the plate on the table.
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Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One
FanfictionSet at the end of 2015, in which a last minute good deed by Harry sees him form an unlikely friendship with an older woman named Beth. Both are facing new chapters in their lives. Harry now has time to explore, to experience, whatever his heart de...
