Only You {h.s}

Chapter Thirty One

"And why can't I?" I cross my arms in front of my chest.

"Because there's a pedophile out there stalking you!  You aren't leaving my sight," Harry says with equal attitude.

"It's school, Harry.  He's not going to just come and take me."

I've been living with Harry for a week now.  It hasn't exactly been a cake walk. Don't get me wrong, I love his possessiveness and when he's overprotective, but I also love being able to take a piss without him trying to follow me.

But more importantly, Harry hasn't touched me this entire week.  We go as far as cuddling and even then I can tell he's reluctant.  Maybe he thinks I'm gross now that he knows is isn't the only one who's touched me.  God, I really hope that's not it.

"I'm not taking that chance," he argues.

"I have to go to school, Harry," I say exasperatedly.

He runs a hand through his untamed hair and then falls deep in thought for a moment as he pulls at his bottom lip with his fingers.

"Alright, how about a compromise?" he suggests.

"Go on," I say after a moment.

"You can still learn what you have to and take all the exams that you need to graduate, but someone tutors you here instead of going to school."

I let his words mull over in my head.  That might be fine.  I have to hold in my smile when I come up with an excellent idea.

"Okay."

"Really?" he smiles.

"Yes, but I have one condition."

"Which is?" he says apprehensively.

"Niall gets to be my tutor."

"No, absolutely not."

I think I get whiplash from how quickly Harry shot that down.

"Why not?  He knows all of my coursework.  And he's my friend," I say the last part quieter.

"Friend," he scoffs, "if you want a friend to do it, why don't you ask Allie?"

"Because Allie is a dumbass."

Harry turns away from me and drags his hand down his face in exasperation.

"And if I say no?"

"Then the deal is off and I do what I have to do to go to school."

He exhales loudly and just looks at me with a dead stare, waiting for me to back down.  Instead, I walk toward him and wrap my arms around his waist.  I rest my chin on chest and look up at him through my lashes.

"You'll be here the whole time, anyway," I pause once I know I have his full attention.  "Please, Daddy?"

Harry closes his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Fine," he sighs.

I grin widely and jump up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!" I claim, clapping my hands like a little kid.

Harry looks down at me with a fond smile on his lips.  I hear him mutter the word "brat" but that's completely fine.  I'm just happy he met me halfway on this one.

I kiss Harry gently, but when I go to move my lips against his, he pulls away.  He coughs awkwardly into his closed fist and doesn't look me in the eyes.

"I, uh, I have to go get some work done."

He leaves without another glance.  I feel my bottom lip tremble as I struggle to hold in my emotions.  I can't believe he won't even kiss me.  Does he not love me anymore?