Liza POV.
I freshen up and then make my way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to find everyone already seated, and waiting for me. There is only one seat left. GUESS WHERE? RIGHT BESIDE HARRY.
fuck.
As i take my seat, i look at harry and he is biting his lip and staring at my bum. What a creep. A sexy creep. My mom sets some plates of food on the table and we bow our heads in prayer. As my mother starts praying, I feel a hand land on my upper thigh. I look over to see a smirk on Harold's dumb face, with his head bowed and his eyes closed. Welp, he's going to hell. My heart starts to gain speed as his large hand slowly goes farther and farther up my thigh. Uh, he sure knows how to make a bitch damp. I slap his hand away as my mom finishes the prayer with an amen.
Everyone immediately digs in. I was starving. My mom prepared chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parmaham, with a side of homemade mash {a/n LMAOOOOFUUDKFG}.
"Um....Ms. Jennings?" Harry asks, sounding polite, for once.
"Yes daring" she replies.
"May I use your bathroom". AWH. He's cute when he's not an asshole.
"Sure. Liza can show you where". I give my mom a bitch wtf look right after the words escape her lip. She returns it with a get your ass up look. I miserable stand up and walk up the stairs and harry follows.
We quietly walk all the way down the hall to the bathroom. I heard his loud footsteps stop so i turn around curiously to why. He harshly pushes me against the hall wall and plants small kisses down my neck and on my collarbone. oh shit. it feels so good. I try the move but he takes my arms and holds them above my head, holding them by my wrists with one hand. His other hand is rubbing my ass. Wow he reallyyyyy likes ass. I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. I know that's exactly what he wants because I feel him smirk agains my neck. He begins sucking at my neck earning an even louder moan from me. This can't be happening.
"h-harryyyyy" I say but it comes out as a moan.
"no." he looks down at me seriously after removing his face from my neck. "its daddy".
"no. its not." I say before somehow removing my wrists from his hold and running down the hall and back down the stairs.
{a/n IMPORTANT||||
IK IK ITS BEEN 3DAYS. Ive been really busy with school shit :(. exams suck. anyway, I dont know if i should keep it going with this story because
•my viewers are lowering
•no one is commenting or voting
and i feel like if no one is enjoying whats the point. Idk but comment if you want me to keep it going 🙂}
