The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter fifteen

This is another filler chapter, not that exciting I'm sorry. However, I PROMISE that shit will be going down soon! There will be SERIOUS DRAMA happening in this story. Enjoy reading this you precious angels :)
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Harry and I ordered take out breakfasts, trying to keep ourselves as lowkey as possible. In a world with technology; and the absolute need to share every bit of my personal life on social media, it pains me that I can't take cute pictures with Harry and flaunt them to my close friends.

We were laying on my bed, both of us were occupied on our cell phones.

"Hey angel-face, look over here." Harry calls, making me turn to face him. As soon as my eyes turn to his, I'm blinded by a bright flash of his phone. He took a picture of me!

"Hey! I wasn't paying attention!" I whine and try to take his phone from him. He extends his arm up where I can't reach and I pout in frustration.

"You look gorgeous, I promise. Do you wanna see?" He asks and I immediately shake my head. Did I want to see a candid of myself? Hell no, I hate seeing pictures I take of myself, let alone a photo of myself caught off guard probably looking like a gremlin.

"Come on Charli, look at how beautiful you are!" He flaunts his phone on my face, letting me see the the photo he took of me and surprisingly, I don't look half bad.

"You are a good photographer Harry. It's too bad your always in front of the camera, not behind it, you'd probably make more money." I tease, making his lips curve into a playful grin.

"Is that right angel-face?" He taunts.

"Why do you call me that now?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know how Harry just randomly came up with this new nickname for me. I found it endearing, of course. It was another thing that Harry does that makes me feel special in some dumb, romantic, cliché movie type of way.

"I call you angel-face because you are the most beautiful . . . precious, angelic woman I have ever met." his face inches closer to mines, and I feel his breath tickle my lips. He leans forward and our lips are no longer detached. It was a slow and soft kiss.

I pull away because his words made my heart flutter, and I was seconds away from tearing up. I playfully swat his arms and he looks at me with a confused expression, "What was that for?" he asks while rubbing the part of his arm I hit.

I put my legs on each side of Harry's thighs, so I'm straddling him. I rest my head against his chest, and wrap my arms around his torso. "That was for being a total cheeseball." I say softly, making him chuckle.

"Everything I say, I mean Charli." He warns playfully.

"I bet you do."

"Now, can you kiss me before I lose my mind?" He asks me and I nod my head eagerly.

He leans his head down so our lips can meet and he presses his plump, supple lips against mine. Our lips move in sync and then I feel Harry's tongue beg for entrance, which I allow. His tongue dances with mine, it's actually heaven. This boy's mouth was a temple, whatever you call where you go that makes you feel at peace and high off life itself . . .

Then of course, we are interrupted by my annoying phone ringing.

I reach over and grab it, seeing that Taliah's calling.

My heart instantly jumps with anxiety and I'm suddenly very nervous.

"It's Taliah." I worriedly tell Harry.