Love is Lame

Chapter Six

Saturday morning, the sun hit my face, causing me to squirm. I could barely move under Harry's grasp. I smiled remembering the words that were said last night. Harry and I are a thing now, I guess. I suck at commitment. I'm like a dog unleashed. I'll be with a boy thinking he's cute and he's the one I'll finally settle down with and then I see something I could fuck and I'm gone. I hate it.

"I know you're awake," Harry mumbled, and I could almost hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

I took in the scent of his neck. Sweat, faded cologne, my perfume... perfection. "Good morning." I groaned, lifting my head up but he brought it back to his chest.

"You're going to stay and help me decorate today." He told me, his hands running through my hair.

"Decorate for what?" I giggled, half sarcastic.

"Christmas, silly!" I sat my head up and he was smiling at me. "I always decorate my apartment for Christmas and stuff."

"But it's not even Thanksgiving," I laughed. He took my hand between his and kissed each of my finger tips.

"I don't celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm British, remember?" He laughed. I shook my head and yawned, stretching.

"I'm going to shower," I told him. "Then we can do whatever."

"Anything?" He smirked and I looked at him. He winked as I rolled my eyes.

"Not today, sweetie," I laughed.

I found the towels in the hall closet and used Harry's shampoo and body wash in the shower. I got out and got dressed in Harry's T shirt and a pair Of leggings I keep in my purse. While brushing my hair, I was thankful for the fact that I keep all my basic needs in my purse. I swiped thin mascara on and some light foundation before stepping out into the hall, the smell of bacon and eggs filling my nose.

Stepping into the kitchen, I saw Harry whistling along to some song on the radio, standing in front of the stove. "Breakfast of a champion!" He called. I smiled as I took a seat at the table.

"You can start eating. The eggs will be a minute," He said, setting the hash browns on the table next to the bacon and a plate in front of me.

"Thank you so much," I said, taking a bite of bacon. It tasted foreign to me. It's been so long since I let myself eat something this fattening and greasy. I felt uneasy as I took another bite and Harry sat down, easily shoving a whole piece of bacon in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I shook my head. I know how this goes. I play this game too well.

"Nothing," I promised. "It's hot." He chuckled.

"Do you have a sensitive mouth?" He laughed.

"Only to a few things." I shot back at him and he nearly choked. I smirked at what I could do to him so quickly. He's so innocent. I told him I'd be right back and stood up to go into his room.

Checking my phone, I had a few missed calls from my mom and a text from Anna.

You're mom is here. She's flipping out.

I sighed, dialing my mom's number and she answered right away.

"Where the hell are you?" She shouted.

"A friend's house, Jesus," I said. Harry appeared in the doorway and I rolled my eyes.

"Can you come to your dorm?" She asked. Her voice calmed down so I knew it wasn't an emergency, although she drove all the way up here.

"I can't," I told her, looking at Harry. "I have plans and I'm sort of far away." I lied.

My mom sighed through the phone. "I'll just be around town and you better meet me at the diner at six."