Harry's POV~
After being out with Josh for the whole day, it was perfect because Taylor wasn't with us. I don't really like her touching my man.
Taylor, you can back the fuck up. You and your stinky ashy breath.
We are in my bedroom just sitting on the bed watching a movie on my TV that was hanging from the wall.
I am so stupid because i decided to put on a romantic movie, which has a bit of sexual comedy. I can feel my face flushing like crazy as i see a guy and a lady just making out like crazy.
I began to shuffle a little as this movie was a little too hot for me to handle. Josh notices and he looks at me before asking me a question.
"Are you okay?" Josh asked.
"Yes, i'm just changing the position on my bed because my arse is numb!" I said.
He chuckles as he pats me to sit in between his legs, i felt his wrapping my waist as i smiled. I looked at the movie and they were having sex on the bed. I paused the movie and looked at Josh.
"What's wro-" I cut him off.
I cut him off as I crashed my lips on him and started making out, he pushes me down on the bed. I pulled away as i wanted to catch my breath and i pulled him down back into my lips as he carried on to make out again.
I have been craving for his lips for a long while, i took my every chance that i had. His lips was so soft on my mind that i could be kissing him everyday.
We pulled away as we looked at each other and laughed.
"I see you couldn't handle the sexual movie seeing that you're the one, who put it on." Josh said smirking.
"Yeah, okay, which person in this world is going to watch a sexual movie but can't control their fucking hormones?" I said looking at him.
"Well, i was fine with it!" Josh said.
"Josh... You are fucking red in the face." I said scolding him.
