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Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Zaylin Matthews

"Harry, stop it!" I giggled, squirming underneath him.

"You know you love it," he hummed seductively, his lips pressed to my neck.

"No, I don't! You're-you're killing me!"

"Come on," he chuckled, pulling away slightly. "Just admit it: you love it when I tease you."

I huffed but didn't reply. "Get off of me, you fat arse!" I exclaimed, struggling. "You're choking me!"

"Uh oh, someone's being mean again," Harry smirked, bending down.

"Oh no. Not again. N-no, please stop!"

Harry tickled me harder, making me bust up in laughter. He was straddling me, sitting on my stomach, and I could hardly breathe. It wasn't fair, because he was in that position ever since I woke up.

"Harry!" I screamed. "Stop it, seriously! I'm going to die!"

He found my soft spot and I screamed louder. Cheesuz, people would think we were having sex in here.

"Shut up, Zaylin!" Harry cried. "You're going to make me go deaf! You would think we're having sex together."

"Exactly!" I gasped out, panting heavily. "So stop it! We've been in our pajamas all day, tickling each other."

"I think you mean I've been tickling you."

"Whatever," I scowled. "Now let me up. I want to go home."

"Why?" Harry demanded, finally letting up on me. "I don't want to go back. Why do you want to go back to that crazy hell?"

"Because I have to check on the others," I informed him. "Nobody knows where we are. My friends are going to kill you when we get back."

"That is if we ever get back," Harry said mysteriously, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I pretended to consider it. "Hmm, fair point," I mused. I smirked at him, then suddenly pounced. Now I was on top of him and he was below me.

"What are you--oh. Oh! No, s-stop! Zaylin! I c-can't breathe!" Harry laughed hard and squirmed as I tickled him in his only ticklish spot. He giggled like a girl.

"That'll teach you!" I huffed, folding my arms across my chest. "Now no more messing around! We have to get home."

"Fine," Harry grumbled. "But can we eat first? I'm starving."

"Can't say I blame you," I said with a shrug. "We missed both breakfast and lunch. But we're not ordering room service because we don't have any money. And I don't have a speck of food on me. You?"

"Nope."

"That's what I thought. We can go home and eat there, for FREE."

"What is it with you and getting home?" Harry muttered as he stood. He pulled on his pants right in front of me. I averted my eyes.

"I'm just protective of the others," I said as I gathered my clothes together. "And the others are protective of me. I'll be in the bathroom."

I changed in there and brushed both my hair and teeth. As soon as I looked presentable again I left the bathroom and pulled on my shoes. "Bathroom's open," I announced without looking up.

"No shit," Harry replied. "Don't leave without me." He went into the bathroom.

I packed all of my stuff together and threw the drawstring bag over my shoulder. I glanced in the mirror and fixed my hair again. Why was I so concerned about my looks? I stopped fussing.