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sixty eight

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT A NEW COMPUUUUUUTTTTERRRRRRR

"Where's Mason?" Harry quietly asked as we ducked inside my apartment, his voice soft as to make sure not to wake anybody up.

"He's sleeping in Aria's room." I lead Harry towards my room, praying that Mason wasn't actually sleeping in my bed. "Just be quiet."

"You're the loud moaner, not me." Harry scoffed as I pulled him into my bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind us.

"Shut up."

"Make me." Harry leaned his forehead against mine for the second time tonight, his breathing becoming heavy. "I love you."

"I love you." I repeated after him, the words burning my soul and sending fireworks in my heart.

"Say it again." He whispered, taking his face in my hands and feeling the light stubble that rang along his gorgeously sharp jaw.

"I love you." I said slowly before covering his lips with mine.

Kissing him was addictive, and I was lucky enough to get hooked.

He pressed a hand on the small of my back, bringing our chests together. He created a trail of small kisses down to my neck, a moan slipping from my lips as he groaned against the feverish skin on my neck.

Harry gently pushed me back towards the bed, his body hovering over mine as my back pushed against my mattress.

"I'm glad we made up." His sentence came out in between roughly sucking my sensitive neck.

"Me too." My lust-filled eyes couldn't even stay open. "I don't like when we fight."

"Let's not fight then." He purred, as if it were than easy.

"Deal."

I arched my back so Harry could pull my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it aimlessly on my floor. He sucked in a sharp breath as his greedy fingers hastily unclasp my black bra like he's done it a thousand times before, tossing my bra along with my sweatshirt.

"Fuck, I've missed this. I've missed you." Harry groaned, his cold hands palming at my breasts.

He slightly lowered himself against me, his erection pressing onto my lower stomach. Our breathing becomes rapid and thin, showing just how badly we were craving this moment.

His long fingers slid past my breasts and down the lines of my bare stomach.

His fingers rubbed along the fabric of my matching black panties as he moans into my mouth. "Say you're mine."

"You're mine." I begged instantly without question, hungrily lifting my hips up to him.

He didn't' even bother to take my shorts or panties off, his just slid his fingers into my expecting entrance. As he pumped his fingers and out of me, my head flew back onto the pillow, his black shirt gripping in my sweaty fist.

"Harry!" I whined as he removed his finger from me and sat up.

"One sec, baby." He smirked at my impatience and crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, my eyes in awe of his tight muscles contracting under his skin.

I giggled as he hooked his fingers around my shorts and panties. He gingerly slid them both down my legs at the same time, revealing my completely naked body.

"Come back." I pouted.

His eyes trailed down my bare skin before reaching back down. I tangled my fingers into his silky curls as we kissed briefly before I began to nip along his prominent collarbone.