Trouble

Chapter 20

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“Babe?”

What if they don’t get along? What if he wants to leave? What if he does?

I wanted this but I didn’t at the same time, which was extremely confusing. Ever since I woke up I was overthinking about how would our night out go. Harry getting along with my friends mattered a huge lot to me; and the last thing that I ever wanted to do was choose between him or them.

“Babe?”

But I knew that they wouldn’t do anything to make him want to leave, and I prayed that he would make an effort for the night to go well.

A pair of soft lips on mine interrupted my thoughts. Instantly I moved my lips against his, my eyes closed. It was like my body automatically reacted to him.

“You should zone out more often, now that I discovered a nice way of catching your attention.” Harry chuckled, sweetly tucking a stand of my hair behind my ear.

“Since when do you need an excuse to kiss me?” I teased, already knowing what his answer would be.

“I don’t.” Not a second after those words left his lips, they were attached to mine.

Sweet kiss. No rush, no tongue, just an innocent kiss that made the butterflies in my stomach  go crazier than ever.

“You like it slow and sweet, don’t you?” He whispered, still centimeters away from my lips.

“It depends.” I smiled, ignoring my cheeks that were most definitely crimson.

“On what?”

“I don’t know, like my mood, the situation, if we have anyone around or not…” I tried to explain. I was always horrible at explaining, I would be rambling for hours and the person would still have no clue of what I was talking about which resulted in me giving up, most of the times.

This morning Harry decided to show up in my house extra-early, and when I say extra-early I mean 5 in the morning.

 After several attempts of killing him because he woke me up that early I gave up and got dressed. He explained his early appearing by telling me that he wanted us to spend time together before school, and me not being able to resist his cuteness, smile, body, smell, eyes or anything for that matter, I agreed and here we were sitting on the grass near our school at 7:30 in the morning. We had talked about a lot of things during this time together and I honestly was really grad that he came.

His words from yesterday replayed in my head over and over again but I didn’t want to ask him about it because he didn’t seem to talk about it. Plus maybe it was just me and nothing bad is happening, maybe he wanted to make sure he gave me something to remember him like his brother did to him.

“Hm…describe a situation when you would like it rough.” He teased but I knew that he was expecting an answer.

I once again ignored a fire on my cheeks, and the crazy feeling in my stomach and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Well, you would be all sweaty after your work out,” I started, crawling a bit closer to him “with nothing but a pair of shorts, hanging low on your hips,” running my hand up and down his chest, I could’ve sworn I felt him shiver, “with no one to interrupt us. I would come this close,” I inched closer to his face, his breathing fanning over my lips, making me go crazy. “And then…I would tell you to go shower, because you smelled bad.” I whispered slowly before busting out laughing. I expected him to pout or tickle me but instead I heard the sound of his laugh match mine.