Bad Meets Good

Old Habits Die Hard

I grab my history textbook from my locker and place it inside my backpack before closing it slowly while looking up at Harry’s furrowed face. He’s been giving me a weird look ever since I told him that I need to find a job. The words themselves seem to bother him more than me. It’s funny because he makes it seem like getting a job is useless.

“You don’t need a job, London.” He says for the millionth time while scrunching his face up. I stop myself from rolling my eyes at his comment.

“Yes, I do. I want to make my own money. I’m tired of you buying and paying for everything like it’s your obligation when in reality, it’s not.” I say annoyed. He buys and pays for stuff constantly and makes me feel like a child who’s dependent on their parent. My independence feels like it is being thrown out of the window and into the street so people can run over it.  

He rolls his eyes down at me and I sigh inaudibly. “It is my obligation, you’re my girlfriend. I don’t have a problem buying anything you want or need so it’s useless for you to get a job if I have all the money you’ll ever need. Besides, if you even get a job, I won’t let you spend it on us, let alone me because that’s out of the question”

I look up at him like he’s crazy through narrowed eyes as the words leave his mouth. I appreciate him wanting to spoil me, but I’m going to need a job sooner or later. I mean, what if my car breaks down on the highway, I’m not going to call him up and be like, “Hey Harry, my car broke down and I need you to pick me up, pay for the tow truck, and I need you to buy me some food while you’re at it because I forget to eat.”, that makes me sound and feel like a consumer of his money and that bothers me to an extremity.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me towards his harden chest, making me groan. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my princess and I’ll do anything to make you happy.”  My heart swells enormously in my chest and butterflies swarm in my stomach at his words as my arms hang loosely around his neck and I stare up into his clear emerald eyes. He licks his lips slowly and I smirk up at him as an idea sparks in my head.

“So, you wouldn’t mind letting me have a party with exotic male dancers for my birthday and shower them with your money when they strip for me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” he says while narrowing his eyes at me.

I stifle back a laugh at his annoyed face. “But it’s what I want, Harry. It’s your job to let me have anything I want.” I tease while my fingers play around with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“That’s a waste of money if I could strip for you for free on your birthday. I might even throw in some lap dances along with something extra” he says with a smug look on his face. I’m humored by his blunt response and I laugh. The whole idea of Harry stripping for me is baffling but enticing at the same time. I can already imagine him taking pleasure out of me sitting on a chair nervous as he grinds his body on me.

‘Extra, like what?” I ask amusingly while looking up at him.

He lowers his head closer to my face to the point in which our noses almost brush against each other and I look at his lips that hold a smirk in suspicion. “You really want to know?” he coos and I nod my head up and down confusedly. I hate when he asks a question in response to my question.

“Birthday sex”

“Oh, really?” I tease while bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. He pinches my sides and I squeal, making him smirk down at me mischievously.

“Yes and trust me when I say I’ve never gotten any complaints” His breath hotly fans over my face and his eyes pull me into a trance as his pupils dilate. I pull his face closer to mine and stand on my tip toes.