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"god dammit harry" i cursed under my breath. this was the third time this week he left the house without helping to clean up after last night, or should i say the last two nights. every night, new party with the same people.
"when is he ever going to help" i say looking around at the two story house that was now filled with beer cans and condom packets. i grinned back to the thought of last night, his lips pressed against mine felt perfect. his lips were different from any other i've kissed before, and trust me, i've kissed a lot. now you may call me a slut, but i'm not, they were only small kisses. nothing more than that. harry was my first.
i wonder if he liked last night? its been on my mind for hours, whenever i see him i really want to ask but i'm a bit too shy.
'curse my shyness' i thought to myself, 'why am i shy?' now that was a question that i will never know the answer to... or so i thought.
the house was a mess, and also a mess that i wasn't going to pick up by myself. i grabbed my phone out of my pocket and hit harry's contact, around five rings later he finally answers.
"harry where the fuck are you!" i yelled through the phone.
"iris, calm down, i'm just getting us some food since everyone ate it already" he explained. i could honestly hear the hangover in his voice, i'm also pretty sure that it was a bad one as well.
ten minutes later, harry's big blue truck pulled into the driveway and parked next to my small car. he walked in and set down a few bags that had the logo 'Frame' printed on the front. he walked up to me and pushed me back into the chair behind where i was standing.
"hello love, did ya miss me?" he ask looking down his cute nose and right to my eyes.
"eh maybe" i laughed pushing him over to the side, getting up to rummage through the bags.
"hey", harry growled shoving me back against a wall, "i asked if you missed me, not if you wanted to go see a movie, dear"
"sorry" i opened my mouth showing my crooked smile.
“please stop smiling, it makes it harder for me to get mad at you” harry glared eying my body up and down.
I couldn’t help but blush, he maybe was trying to be mad at me but he did say my smile lights him up. honestly he didn’t even say that, he just said it made it hard to be mad.
i slightly groaned when i remembered the house looked like a tornado had just blown inside.
"shit, i really don't want to pick up this place" i mumbled staring at the living room. now a normal party here will always have 1-2 bras or panties just lying around, but there were like 12-13!
"harry, is the-" i stopped when i turned around and saw that he wasn't standing behind me any longer. i called out for him and he didn't answer, what's his deal?
i walked up the stairs and looked in every room except for the one at the end of the hall. i made my way over and quietly knocked on the door and opened it up. i saw harry sitting on the edge of his bed, i sat down next to him and put my head on his shoulder.
"iris, what are you doing?" he asked in shock. i turned my head to look at his face. harry had two piercings that i thought looked beautiful upon his perfect body. one on his eyebrow and the other was a lip pierce.
he had tattoos that lined over his long torso matching up in the most prettiest form ever. what made him even better was his sharp green eyes and his brown locks of curls that mopped over his head.
"harry i think-" i was cut off by his soft plump lips pressed against mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.
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so what do you guys think?
i will do some more editing to it but im sorry. i'm too lazy to do it :/
also, big thanks to the lovely marie for commenting that i should continue!
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