What The Papers Don't Say

Chapter 26

 Harry don't !" I yelled through my giggles.

" Say it ! " His fingers doing their job on my waist.

" No ! Just stop ! Please !" I laughed out of breath.

" I'll stop when you say it. " His lips curling into a smile.

" Gosh ! Fine !" My fingers found his jerking them away." My boyfriend Harry Edward Styles is the sexiest man alive ! And I know that because he makes me scream his name every night !"

" Now I'm satisfied." His smile stretched even more as his body left the top of mine.

" You can be such a dick sometimes." I fixed my messy hair from all the rolling around.

" Yeah. But I'm your dick." He pouted fibbling with the remote.

" You have no idea how wrong that sounded." I squinted my eyes in laughter.

" I guess sexual Bell mode is engaged ?" Harry asked looking at me with the stupidest poker face known to man kind ever.

" Don't fight it. You know you're gonna laugh." I crossed my arms together.

" True." He reasoned." I defiantly did not see that coming." He gave me a thumbs up.

" Don't you just love me ?" I sighed proudly as my legs instantly tangled up with his completing our comfortable position on the couch.

" Maybe."

" Oh ! You did not ! " I gasped covering my mouth dramatically.

" Yes I did." He protested.

" You're being such a tease these days ! " I complained.

" Why not ? Your reaction are always fun." He stuck his tongue out at me.

" True." I agreed quietly under my breath.

" Now I'm bored." He flopped his arms imitating a kid.

" I have an idea ! " I squealed pulling him up.

" What ?" He asked.

" Grab the recording camera and meet me in the kitchen." I explained.

" Why " He kept asking questions.

" Just do it !" I said entering the kitchen.

I grabbed some cinnamon and two table spoons.

" What's all of this ?" Harry walked in.

" Turn on the camera will you ? And set it up on that counter ?" I pointed at the right high leveled counter.

" Again. What's all of this ?" He repeated the same question.

" We're doing the cinnamon challenge." I bit my lip trying to pour the exact measurement.

" Oh god." He laughed." Seriously ?"

" Do I look like I'm joking ?" I implied at my face.

" You surprise me every and each day, babe." He picked up his spoon stretching my smirk even more.

" Should we just ?" I looked down at my spoon." Just get down with it ?" I looked up at his green optics.

" Tell my Lou I love him." Harry squinted his eyes shut.

" Yeah, yeah. I love you too." I felt a burn at the tip of my tongue where the spoon hit contact.

" Sweet baby Jesus !" He cursed coughing and choking the cinnamon out.

I spit out the content in my mouth making the air around me turn brown.

" I blame this on Isabella Maria John Lewington." His fingers pointed at me.