The Brunette

Chapter 41

(Bella's pov): "Race you to the door." Harry says quickly as the doors open. He sprints ahead of me, leaving me behind quickly. "No, that's not fair, your legs are longer than mine." I call, rushing to catch up with him. I hear him laugh as he starts to slow down.

He's going at a jog while I keep running, both of us going the same speed. "Is that better Bell?" He teases. I giggle, stopping to let him win. "Oh come on rose, I wanted you to win." Harry protests, smiling as he pulls me towards the door. "Fine, if you insist." I giggle, skipping to the door. He laughs, kissing me on the cheek. I open the door and we go in, Harry's arm around my waist, holding me protectively.

"Im hungry." I whine, plopping down on the couch. Harry lies down, his head on my lap, "You're always hungry." He smiles up at me, dimples appearing instantly. I giggle, poking his dimple. His grin seems to widen, if that's even possible. I remember something, "Harry?" I ask, tracing his sharp jaw lightly. "Yes my love?" He says. "Didn't you say you where leaving?" I remind him.

"Noo, I don't want to leave. I want to cuddle with you." He whines. I exaggerate a sigh, "Fine, whatever you say." I smile. He laughs in response. "This could be para- para- paradise." My phone goes off. Harry reaches into my back pocket before I do and answers for me, "Hello, you have reached Isabella Rivera's cell phone, boyfriend speaking." He says smoothly, smirking.

"Harry, give it to me." I plead. He chuckles, "Its for you." He hands it to me. "Hello?" I say into the phone, swatting away Harry's hand that was poking my nose. "Hey Kayla." Zayn's voice greets me. He sounded tired yet not too upset. "Oh its you." I smile automatically. "Yeah, its me. Question is, who's your boyfriend?" He replies plainly.

I sigh, "Zee zee, don't be mad." I start. "Oh I was when I found out." He says. Harry makes a mustache with a lock of my hair, smirking. "Harry stop." I take back my hair and he pouts. "What do mean when you found out?" I ask. "Im guessing Niall told you he met me." Zayn assumes. "Yeah, he said you cried, what was that about?" I question.

Harry mimics me talking on the phone. I flick him on the side of the head. "So he told me you had a boyfriend and that he and this little boyfriend of yours got into a bit of a scuffle." He says casually, ignoring my question. "Yeah, my little baby got all hurt." I giggle, kissing Harry's cheek. "I let Niall kick me. I could've beaten him up if I wanted to." Harry says loudly so that Zayn could hear.

I giggle, and give him a quick peck on the lips. "I know baby I know." I say, ruffling his hair as he laughs. "If I could just interrupt your little love fest for a moment..." Zayn cuts in. "Sorry zee zee, I need to go, Harry can't wait any longer." I laugh as Harry starts to tickle me. "I swear Styles, if you don't stop I'll.." Harry places his eager lips on mine, stopping me mid-breath.

"Ok then, I can tell you're busy. Let me know when you can talk. Bye." I dimly hear Zayn say. Harry doesn't stop snogging me, putting his hand under my shirt to hold onto my waist. I run my hand through his dark curls, somewhat aware of Harry taking my phone away. He deepens the kiss before I can say anything about it. "Harry," I mumble on his lips, trying to get him to stop.

He shakes his head a little, the only indication that he heard me. I knee his groin softly, making him jump with a yelp of pain. "Harry, what's wrong? I didn't do it that hard." I say. He clutches his stomach, curling up in a little ball, "You hit the bruises." He mutters. "Oh my God, Im so sorry Harry, I forgot. I was just trying to get you to stop." I explain quickly. "Its alright baby, Its my fault. I should've listened to you." He forces a smile up at me.

I sit on the ground by his face, "Do you want me to rub your tummy?" I say in a baby voice. He laughs, "Can you?" He asks sweetly, crescent shaped dimples appearing. I giggle, nodding. He lays down on his back, smiling a bit at he watches me with his glimmering emerald eyes. I place a hand on his middle. His torso is as hard as granite and I can feel the indentations of his abs.