WARNING!! THERE IS SMUT! MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! IF YOU DON'T LIKE SEX GET OUT OF TOWN, lol jk ________________________
Ever since that night I caught that blonde staring at me and Harry about to kiss, I've been beyond paranoid. Harry's been assuring me that he had no idea who she was, but I can't say I believe him. My biggest concern was losing my job. I cared so much about Harry and I wanted to do everything we could to make this work, but that blonde has made me a bit jumpy.
"Angel-face, no one is going to look through your window for us, please just sit down." Harry begs while I try closing each and every single one of my curtains in my apartment.
"Ok fine. Sorry, I've just been a little paranoid." I admit and sit myself on Harry's lap.
"A little paranoid? Yesterday you said we couldn't have sex until it's dark."
I shrug, not really knowing what to say. He was right, I was being ridiculous.
"I have been a little crazy, huh?" I ask and Harry rubs my thigh and kisses my cheek.
"Yeah just a little, but I get it. It's just, I want to spend quality time with you. Time that doesn't involve is hiding in your own apartment or me having to wear wigs and sunglasses on my way here." He says, making me giggle.
For the last month, every time Harry has come over I told him to put on a wig. Which he did to my surprise, but he wasn't ecstatic doing it.
"I'm sorry." I sigh and rest my head on his chest, "Am I annoying?" I voice my curiosity out loud, and then immediately regret the words coming out of my mouth.
"Angel-face." He says softly, "You're amazing. You're just worried about your job and there's nothing wrong with that. Who would have ever thought your dream job would be in jeopardy because you love when I do this." He begins kissing my neck, making me moan.
"H-Harry."
"Mm, what is it baby?" He teases, gently biting my earlobe.
"I'm on my period." I admit and he stops kissing my neck and looks me in the eyes.
"So?" He says nonchalantly, "Charlotte, we've been together for five months now, I'm very unbothered by your bodily functions at this point."
His words hit me like a brick, shit . . . we've been dating for five months. I feel like time has been flying.
"I know, I'm just personally not very good with blood. The sight of even a drop makes me cringe." I tell him and he lets out a long sigh.
"I was really trying to get rid of this boner." He admits while chuckling, making me roll my eyes.
"Do you only think with your penis?" I ask.
"Not usually, but with you walking around in this little thing." He says tugging my silk nighty.
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