Meant For You

Birthday Girl Take 2

Chapter 25: Birthday Girl Take 2

--- Hope POV ---

When I wake up I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or well, embarrassed. I just had a major breakdown in front of four of my best friends, naked, might I add. My embarrassment grows as I realise that I’m snuggled into Harry’s arms, still naked. I turn to stare into his face, and realise that he’s already staring down at me. Signing I reach to run my hand thoughtfully over his bare chest.

“I made a complete fool of myself didn’t I?” I ask him tentatively. My gaze dropping from his eyes to the tattoos that line his chest. He abruptly pushes me back and leans over the top of me, making me stare directly into his eyes.

“Hardly.” He grunts in response, stroking my cheek lightly as I scrunch my nose at him. “In some ways it may have been an overreaction, but in others I think you were fully justified. The scar is something personal to you, something off limits I guess, when something so deeply engraved on a person is shown unwillingly, the reaction can vary from person to person.” He says seriously and then suddenly gets a hint of mischief in his eye. “Although, most people don’t reveal such things stark naked.” I scowl at him for that, smacking his chest.

“You’re making it worse!” I groan at him, covering my face with my hands. His warm laughter filled the room and I shiver at the delicious sound. One of his hands rises from bracing himself above me, pulling my hands away from my reddening cheeks.

“Well, it’s a birthday you won’t forget I guess.” He says, still grinning and I chuckle slightly.

“I’m with you Harry. I doubt I’ll forget it anyways.” I manage to mumble out, my body going haywire with Harry so close.

“I like nachos with my cheese Hope.” He murmurs smugly. I grumble lightly to myself. Pushing Harry on his chest he finally relents and falls onto the bed beside me. I groan as I get up, sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching my limbs out in front of me to work out the cricks.

After a second I feel warm breath caressing my neck, and soon after it a warm hand swiping away my hair and then warm lips lightly brushing over the sensitive skin.

“Happy Birthday Baby.” Harry lightly whispers to me. I don’t even try to restrain the moan that leaves my mouth. Reaching behind me I slightly run my hand over his cheek, letting the new stubble along his jaw tickle my fingers. Turning around I put on what I hope is a seductive look, moving to straddle his lap.

“Can I have my birthday present now?” I whisper, leaning into him and lightly brushing my lips over his. He thinks that I’m talking about an actual gift but… I’m so not. I run my fingers over his toned stomach and then over his shoulders to his back. I trace my fingers in a nonsense pattern over his shoulder blades, drawing him closer into me. It’s kind of ironic I still haven’t put any clothes on.

Harry’s breathing shallows and his amazing green eyes grow darker. His hands grip my hips with new vigour. Yet when he speaks his voice is still as smooth as honey.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. You’ll have to let me up so I can get it. We also have stuff to do today.” The sinister look in his eyes tells me he knows what I want but he wants to play with me a little more.

“And what if I don’t want to let you up? What if I want to stay here?” I shift my hips slightly, edging ever closer to him. Leaning in I drag my lips from his ear to his shoulder. I smirk when I hear him groan quietly.

“We were supposed to go to lunch but screw it.” He mumbles, forcefully crashing his lips to mine. I smirk. Broke him.

Before anything gets too out of control Harry quickly pulls back. Reaching into draw by the bed he stares into my eyes. When my eyes flicker to his hands I notice a small box in his hands.