Chapter 6

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"Welcome home." He says and opens the door. I walk in and I couldnt be happier. To my right is a small kitchen with a counter top and stools, to the left is a couch and large tv on a stand. As I walk forward there are 2 doors on the left and one on the right.

"Kris! Hey I am so happy you decided to move in! Let me show you around. There are only 2 bedrooms so Harry will sleep on the pullout bed. I want to take you out to lunch tomorrow and really get to know you! We can talk about your family, my family, my idiot brother, how much rent is, where you used to live, where I used to live, what kind of job you want, ooh I can help you find a job! I think there is some kind of open-" Harry cuts his babbling sister off by saying, "Woah, Gemma calm down she just stepped in the door. Give her some space." "No its fine! I would love to do lunch tomorrow, I am excited to get to know you as well! Thank you for agreeing to share the apartment 3 ways." I tell Gemma. "Thank you! The rent was getting so expensive! Thank God your here because now Harry wants to stay and your moving in so the rent is much cheaper! And we are going to become such great friends!" She laughs and gives me a hug. She is so sweet and friendly, but her hugs are really tight and she might squeeze me to death. "Alright thats enough. You are gonna cut off her blood circulation." Harry breaks up our hug. "Okay I'm sorry! Please excuse me but I have to run down to work and pick up some papers quick. So make yourself at home, well because this is your home, and Harry can take it from here!" Gemma tells me while grabbing her keys and purse. "Okay thanks again!" I say. "Welcome home!" She says then shuts the door behind her.

"Sorry about that. I know your probably feeling really overwhelmed right now." Harry tells me as he puts his arms around my waste, our faces only inches apart. "Gemma is so sweet and I think I'm okay. Now I'm okay." I tell him and lean in for another kiss. I could kiss him for eternity. When he kisses me its like a drug, I can never get enough, and forever will not be long enough.

My arms wrap behind his neck and I pull myself onto him. My legs wrap around his back. His arms hold a firm grip behind my back, slightly squeezing me beneath my back. He walks while holding me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed then climbs onto me, holding up his own weight, careful not to hurt me.

"So many things I am going to do to you." He says breathing heavily in between kisses. "Harry," I moan. "Its so soon." I say with my eyes closed in between kisses. "I just want to kiss you, a lot." He tells me continuing our passionate kiss. "But," I start to say and Harry cuts me off by saying, "Shh dont talk." I do as he tells me and just live in the moment and continue to kiss him.

With both our eyes closed and heavy breaths, he places one more kiss on my forehead then says, "Now your welcome home!" He winks at me and smiles his half smile. I laugh and say, "Welcome me some more." I flip him over and straddle him while holding the collar of his shirt. I kiss him with fierce passion. "Woah baby, your gonna make me want to just fuck you right now." I smile at him then sit up still straddling him. "Now show me around. Come on lets go, I want to get to know my apartment!" I tell him then place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

Harry laughs and says, "I like the way you take control." He gets off the bed and is once again only inches from my face. "You havent seen anything yet." I tell him and turn around grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room, that we will definitely be back in, soon.

I walk back out to where the couch and tv are along with my packed suitcase. Harry follows me into the tv room. "Want me to put your suitcase in the bedroom?" He asks me pointing at my luggage. "Um sure thanks. I feel really bad that you have to sleep on the pull out bed. I dont mind giving you the bedroom if you want, I am used to it I slept on a pull out bed my whole life." I say and instantly regret it. I dont want to talk about my past at all. Not even the slightest detail like where I slept. its my past period.

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