[ON HOLD] Defensive 'Till The End (Harry Styles, One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22 - The fight.

We are sitting at Harry's kitchen island and eating. Harry might of said he isn't a master at cooking but this omelet tells me otherwise.

"That was delicious!" I say finishing my last peice of bacon. Harry takes my plate and puts it in the sink. As he reaches in the fridge for something I walk over to the sink and begin to wash the dishes. Its a habit. I can't stand when dirty dishes are in the sink. If one is there you just keep adding and adding more until its too much. I hate it.

"Umm.... what are you doing?" Harry asks coming up behind me and hugging me from behind. I smile and answer him, leaning against him.

"Washing the dishes. I hate when the sink is full of stinky dishes." I could see Harry roll his eyes playfully through the reflection of the mirror.

"I'll just put them in the dishwasher later." Harry kisses my neck and I jump.

"Harry..stop." I bring my hand up and push him away. "I can't"

"oh come on. He won't-Fine. But at least stay and watch a movie with me. I'll let you pick."  Harry returns his arms around me but keeps his lips to himself.

"Fine."

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I wake up to my hair being pushed off of my forehead but I don't open my eyes.

The hand that moved my hair twirled the curls and I just lay there waiting for him to stop. I find it so sweet that Harry plays with my hair when he thinks I'm asleep, it's adorable.

I let out a sigh and roll on my side before I open my eyes. Harry quickly untangles his fingers from my hair and he puts them around my waist before I can see him.

I try my best to hide my smile but it doesn't work.

"What?" He asks pulling me closer to him. I shake my head while yawning "Goodmorning."

"Goodmorning." I reply while Harry rolls ontop of me. I laugh and try to push him off.

"Harry! Get off!"

"Not without a kiss!" His raspy morning voice says. I roll my eyes and place a quick peck on his lips. I turn my face so he can't make the kiss any longer.

"Noooo. You have to actually kiss me." I shake my head and cover my lips with my mouth.

"Ok. Fine." I could feel Harrys breath near my neck and the mood in the room shifts from playful to intense. He begins to kiss my neck, making his way to my sweet spot.

"Harry!" I laugh. "Stop it!" I just woke up. This isn't normal is it? I mean it doesn't really matter because it just feels really good. All of my thoughts jumble together and I let out a light sound of pleasure.

"Do you want to do this?" Harry whispers in my ear. He returns his lips  to my skin. Everything is mixed in my head and I'm not paying attention  to anything but how Harry makes me feel.

"Please." It feels so good. I want more. I want what Harry did to me last night.

Harry wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me up and over the duvet. When Harry comes to eye level of me I see the sleep surrounding his eyes but they still sparkle.

Harry kisses me and my tongue meets his immediately. He brings his hands to my hips and begins to push my shirt up. After Harry forced me to spend the night he let me change into his shirt.

He begins to trail kisses up and down my neck, slow and steady, no rush, torture.

Sometimes he would stop and suck or touch his tongue to my skin adding a few nibbles.