Harry's POV:
I write carelessly along my old leather diary. The other day when Baby took it, I had to grab it from her, she couldn't see my secrets, she can't know about her. Baby is so fucking beautiful, and innocent. Her smile can light up a whole damn room, and the way her eyes change color, fuck. Everything about her is beautiful.
I look over to the other bed, and she's curled up, with her hair messily covering her face. The way she kissed me tonihgt was such a fucking turn on. She is so inexperienced and she knew exactly how to grind on my hips, fuck did that ever feel good. I've had my fair share with women, but i'd never been turned on like that. I only have to look at Baby and I get hard as fuck.
Baby reminds me so much of her though. The thought of her sends an ache through my demented heart. I push away the thoughts, finishing my journal entry, and placing it in under my bed. I lay back down, and repeat mine and Baby's kiss. That sounds weird, but I don't give a shit. I can do what I want in my damn head.
My mind drifts away to the sound of Baby's soft snores.
Baby's POV:
I am woken up to a bright light shining through an unfamiliar window. Like last week, I hop up quickly, trying to figure out my surroundings. I'm in Harry's room.
"Harry?" I call, before my mind can stop me. I hear no answer, and I look around the room for him. He is nowhere in sight. My heart gives a small ache, and I realize i'm alone. As I sit back on the bed, to my left I see a note on Harry's Pillow. I get up quickly, nosey to read his note, hoping it's for me.
"Baby,
I am just running to grab you some breakfast... i'll be back shortly, so don't go anywhere. Hope you like another round of Hot Chocolate.
- H x"
I smile at the note, and fold it neatly into my palm. I grab my phone and see the time says 11:21 am. He should be back shortly, right? My thoughts were broken by a knock on the door, and I hesitantly step towards the door to answer. As I open it, I see Harry with his hands full of coffee cups and bags from Second Cup.
"Baby." He says lowly, pushing past so he can put the things down. He places a paper bag on his bed, and hands me a cup. "Hot Chocolate for you."
I smile, and take a sip of the burning drink. It scoulds my lip, causing me to let out a small squeal in pain. I place the hot chocolate on the desk, and Harry looks at me kind of confused.
"What's wrong, Baby?" He asks, leaning towards me, staring deeply into my eyes. I blush, and look at my hands, which were playing with my unmatched socks.
"Oh, I just burnt my lip." I mutter shyly, and he lets out a little chuckle. He grabs my chin with his index and thumb, making me stare up at him as we sit cross legged across from eachother on his single bed. "I'm fine." I add quickly, feeling the nerves grow the longer his green eyes are locked on mine.
"Oh Baby.." He says, and I shiver as my name rolls off his tongue. "What am I going to do with you." and with that he leans in and places an unexpected peck on my lips. His lips are hot, and as we pull away, I can hear the sound of our lips. "You taste like hot chocolate... I like it." He adds, and I feel the heat flush through my body.
"You taste like hot chocolate too." I say, in almost a whisper, blushing furiously. He grins, showing his large dimples. I look down and he is pulling a chocolate chip muffin out of the paper bag.
"Want to share?" He asks, and I nod. Chocolate Chip Muffins are my absolute favorite. He rips off a piece, and I open my mouth for him to put it in. My mouth waters at the taste, and I let out a moan, satisfied with the delicious muffin. I rip a piece off, and as I place it in Harry's mouth, he wraps his lips around my fingers, sucking the extra chocolate off. I stare in awe, and as he lets go, I am left frozen. That was so sexy, and intimate at the same time.
"Thank you for breakfast, by the way. It means alot." I say, and he shrugs.
"It's no problem, Baby." and for some reason our intimate moment from last night floods through my mind. We hadn't spoken about it, but I decide to push it to the side... for now.
"I think I should get dressed and get Louis to drive me home." I say, and Harry's face falls into a frown. He then looks over at the door, and back to me.
"I'll go with Louis." He says, and I give him a confused look. "I mean, we're going to go out anyways." He adds in quickly, getting up and leaving his room.
After a few minutes, I realize he's letting me change. I strip out of his clothes, feeling cold on my newly bare skin. I slip on my jeans, and decide to root in one of his drawers for a shirt. I find a white rolling stones one, and decide to put it on. Hopefully he wont mind. I open the door, and he's standing there, waiting for me. I notice he fixed his hair, and changed his shirt. His eyes travel up my body and lock on the shirt i'm wearing.
"That's my shirt." He says, in an unreadable tone, causing me to feel nervous, in a bad way. My feet suddenly becomme interesting, and I begin to wriggle my toes in the silence.
"I'm sorry, i'll change it." I say, embarassed. I shouldn't have even thought to take a stupid shirt. Fuck, how desperate can I get?
"No." He says, taking a step toward me in the empty hall. He grabs the hem of my shirt, and tucks a piece of it into my jeans, causing my heart to jump as his fingers grazed my hip, finishing tucking the piece in. "You look good in my shirt." He whispers into my ear, and a shiver runs through my body. "Okay let's go." He says, and with that I follow behind him into the main room, where Louis and Carmen sat in awkward silence.
"Harry... you're coming?" Louis asks surprised, and Harry nods. "Okay, well I also need to drive Trip to get some shit, so I don't think you'll fit." He says, and I feel that aching feeling in my heart. Something about Harry makes me want his presence.
"Baby will sit on my lap." He says, and I look at him shocked. I stay silent, and Louis shrugs, and we walk to the car. Trip is already there, with a cigarette in his mouth. He takes one last puff, and throws it on the floor. We all manage to squeeze into the Jeep, and I sit on Harry's lap. He wraps his arms around my waist, and the odd time he'd rub his hand along my thigh. "What are your plans for today?" He asks, and I shrug.
"I think i'm just going to relax..." I say, and he nods, and says no more.
We arrive at our dorms, and Harry gives my bum a squeeze as I got up, causing me to let out a squeal. He winks, and with that they drive off.
"Did anything with you two happen?" Carmen asks, as we enter our dorm. I stay quiet, but a huge grin is spread across my face and her eyes open wide. "Explain." she says.
"Alright, well we kind of got high together, and then we were joking around and I told him to shut up, and he said make me.." I say, and with that she nods. Before I continue I notice she looks a lot less happy than I thought she'd be. "Anyways, after he said make me we just kind of leaned in and kissed. Then Jake walked in and it got awkward so we fell asleep." I say, and she looks in no way interested. "Aren't you happy?" I say, hopeful.
"Of course I am!" She exclaims, and I sigh in relief. "But... Harry's just giving me a strange vibe now." She says, and I decide to push it further.
"Why, do you know something I don't?" I ask, and she tenses up. Well, so I think.
"No, honestly..." She promises, and I feel better. "I'm just saying, does he talk to other girls?" She asks, and I feel a ping of sudden jealousy. Does he?
"Not that I know of..." I say, and the conversation is interrupted by a call. "It's my boyfriend!" She says, and walks to the other side of the room, picking up the phone. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone vibrates. I see it was a text from Harry.
"You look good in my clothes ;) " He says, and I squeal in excitement. I am lost for words, what do I reply back? I already opened it so he can see it's read. I quickly type up something that is as normal sounding as possible.
"Thank you! I'm sorry for taking it though, I should have asked." I say, then click send. I patiently wait, but he never replies.
