Actress [h.s]

Ch. 10

Feelings;

Claire POV

I feel Harry's arms wrap around my waist.

"Wait a second." I say pulling him off of me.

"What?" he asks me.

"Just give me a second, Iris was calling me." I say returning her calls.

"Are you serious? Is Iris really important right now?" he asks me with a little bit of lust in his voice.

"Yes," I say slowly trying to make him understand. "She has called me a dozen times." I add. He walks away into the kitchen mumbling stuff under his breath.

"What is it now?" I ask waiting for her to answer the phone.

"What I said was this is why I don't invite girls in my house." He says.

"Really are you kidding me? After we just had sex." I raise my voice the same as he is.

"Hello?" Iris asks frantically.

"Yeah I'm fine you alright?" I ask her.

"She is the reason you and I are here right now. Because I- you need to get away from her." He says. I try to listen to Iris and Harry at the same time.

"So when is it your place to decide that. Before or after we have sex?" I ask him taking the phone away from my ear.

"That's not what I meant. I-" I stop him.

"Then what did you mean?" I ask him throwing my phone on the couch.

"Because I invite you into my home because I like you. Not, because of Iris. Not because you wanted to get away from her that night. But because I like you." he starts to walk closer and closer to me. His shirtless chest is making me less angry.

"Claire... I like you." He places his hands on my cheeks and a subtle kiss on my lips. My phone starts to buzz, and we both shift our heads to the couch.

"You better get that." He whispers. And walks away into the hallway towards his bedroom. I pick up the phone.

"Hello. Sorry I-left home." I reply.

"Sorry I couldn't hear your last call. I had a bad connection." I relived she didn't hear Harry and I's last argument.

"Oh... are you okay?" I ask her sitting down.

"Yeah I'm fine, you?" she asks.

"I'm okay... well I should be home soon." I tell her hoping she doesn't ask where I am. I know I didn't tell her that Harry and I were leaving to go to his place.

"Okay. Wait where are you?" I take a sharp breath in thinking of a lie.

I don't want her to know I'm at his place, let alone sleeping with him.

"Oh. Just visiting friend, she was in a crisis." I say hesitating.

"Oh well see you soon." She finishes the call. Harry walks back out; clearly he has been listening to the conversation.
"You okay?" he asks sincerely standing across the room.

"Ya know. I liked shirtless, hopeless romantic Harry way better." I mimic his soft voice walking over to him. He lets out a chuckle then wraps he arms around my lower back.

"You hungry?" he asks me.

"For what?" I ask tracing his stomach. He stops my finger before it gets to the waistline of his sweats.