Love is Lame

Chapter 23

OLIVIA

Over the next few days, we didn't do much at all. Harry didn't bring up moving in with him and I didn't either. A lot of the time for the rest of the year was just Harry, Gemma and I watching movies and just sort of hanging out.

Gemma and Harry would get drunk at one AM and I would laugh at them. Gemma told a story about how when Harry was little, he would run around the house in his boxers and call himself Underwear Man.

New Years Eve, us three had plans to go to some bar and get Gemma a boy. Harry and I were in his room and he was laying in bed while I got ready. "What should I wear?" I dug through my suitcase.

"That tight black dress," Harry smirked at me. "I like that dress."

I laughed, pulling the dress out of the suitcase. "It won't fit much longer."

"But after you have the baby it will."

"Whatever." I said, turning around and pulling my t shirt over my head. I unclipped my bra and put a strapless one on, but my boobs were popping out of it. "Holy shit," I whispered.

"What?" I turned around and Harry started laughing.

"They won't stop growing," I giggled. Harry shrugged.

"I like it."

"I'm sure you do." I turned around and pulled the dress over my head, having Harry zip it.

The dress showed a fair amount of cleavage and fell tightly on my mid thigh. Whenever I wore it, Harry always slipped his hand under it and traced the outline of my underwear. I really hope he does that tonight.

I curled my hair and pinned it back, putting on my smokey eye and red lipstick. I slid on some fishnet tights for the more badass look along with heels. I'm surprised these tights aren't ripped, all my other ones are from... past experiences. Sighing, I walked back into the bedroom and saw Harry changing. He tore his old black t shirt off and his tattoos along his beautiful chest was absolutely breathtaking.

He turned around and smiled at me. "You creeping?"

I laughed as he pulled a new white shirt over himself. "I can't help it."

"Well, you look beautiful but I can't wait to see that dress on the floor." He smirked and I felt my cheeks flush. "Don't blush, baby," He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. "It's just that your hickey is fading, you need a new one." Fuckfuckfuckfuck. My knees were trembling as he swirled his tongue around my neck and his hips pressed against my ass.

"Harry," I whispered, pulling myself away from his body and turning towards him. "Later." He pouted and I laughed, kissing him.

"Gemma!" He shouted. "Hurry up!" I laughed. I lifted his shirt up and put my hands on the warmth of his stomach, running my fingers up and down.

"I think we might have to do it in the bathroom again." He pushed his hips into mine, not hiding how much he wanted me.

"Twenty minutes!" Gemma shouted and Harry raised his eyebrows at me.

"That's enough time for a little bit of fooling around." His arms wrapped around me and the frantic mess of our lips pressing together as he slammed the door shut and pushed me on the bed, sticking his hand up my dress. I laughed, palming his jeans and pulling them down.

He flipped us over with a groan so I was overtop of him. I pulled his boxers down and took him in my hands. He threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut as my tongue swirled around his tip. His hand squeezed my hair and his hips rolled under me, begging for me to take more of him into my mouth. I ran my hand up and down the base of his shaft and took the rest of him in my mouth.