Together [Sequel to Love Actually]

Chapter 21

               Harry slowly moved on top of me, and placed his large hands on my hips to hold me still. I could feel his cold fingers on my skin, through my shirt, and it sent shivers down my spine. Harry slid his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I denied. He tried again, and I still kept my mouth closed. He squeezed my bum softly, and I let out a small moan, allowing his tongue to slither into my mouth. He smiled against my lips, and I rolled my eyes to myself. Harry pulled my closer to him, and I arched my back, creating friction between us.

               Harry held me close to him, and kissed all over my neck. Goose bumps appeared on my skin, and Harry ran his arms softly up and down my arms. I could feel myself growing wetter under his touch, and he could sense it too. He pulled his shirt off, and took mine off after. The cold air caressed my skin, and I covered up my body, suddenly feeling a little insecure. Harry looked down at me, and shook his head.

“Don’t do that.” He said pulling my arms off of me.

“Sorry.” I mumbled.

“You’re perfect Scarlet, you don’t need to hide yourself.” Harry said with a soft smile in his eyes.

               I nodded, and Harry returned his attention to kissing me. He kissed down my neck, and chest, and slowly made his way to my stomach. 

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              I woke up the next morning, to my phone ringing. I ignored it. Harry didn’t, he grabbed it, and looked at the caller.

               His eyes opened wide.

“Scarlet, you have eight hundred missed calls, and seven hundred ninety nine voice mails, and over six thousand texts from your dad.” Harry said shocked.

“I know.” I mumbled.

“Scarlet?” Harry said nervously.

“Yeah.” I replied mot meeting his gaze, and knowing his next question.

“Does he know you’re here?” Harry asked.

               That was the one.

“Um…” I said softly.

“He doesn’t know you’re here does he?” Harry asked.

               I shook my head slightly, and Harry let out a loud sigh.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Harry asked.

“Because I hate him.” I whispered.

               Harry nodded.

“That’s the story you’re going to tell the cops? What if you are a missing person Scarlet?” Harry asked staying as calm as he could.

“Then you’re mom would have steping in already.” I said.

“Right.” Harry nodded.

               I looked down, and tried to avoid Harry’s eyes boring into me.

“Are you mad?” I asked softly.

“No, I’m just…no I’m not mad Scar.” Harry said sweetly, and wrapped me in his arms.

               I held onto him tightly.

“Why don’t you go shower and get dressed, and I’ll call your dad back?” Harry suggested.

               I nodded, and stood from the bed. It was clod so I hustled into the shower. From the bathroom, I heard Harry on the phone with my dad. It was on speaker so I could hear everything.