Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Forty-Three

Part Forty-Three

Harry's eyes look into mine, my fingers running along his jaw and over his bottom lip. His hands place onto my waist and hold me close, the expanse of his palms tracing my hips.

His lips curve into a smile and I place my lips on his, cupping his cheeks in my hands. He flips me over and I let out a laugh, he lips pecking over my face and one of his hands engulfing mine.

"I love you," he whispers, my eyes looking into his, his soft eyes reflecting his feelings. He kisses me softly before rolling onto his back grabbing the camera and snapping a picture of himself. I laugh and poke his prominent dimple, his laugh filling the room.

"You goof," I tell him, his head turning to look at me and his lips still displaying a cheeky smile.

"Ah, but you love me."

My lips erupt in a light laughter, turning to face him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "That I do."

I sit up and cross my legs, Harry's hand grabbing my arm and pulling me back down. I fall into his side and I look up at him, his lips touching mine instantly. I close my eyes and he pulls away, still smiling. A Polaroid is brought between our faces and I see a picture of the kiss we just shared. I look down at him and grab his cheek in my hand, pressing another kiss to his lips.

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"'O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?'
'What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?'
'The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.'
'I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.'
'Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?'
'But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have;
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.'"

Harry's arms wrap around my body, both of us seated under the sheets in the bed. I sit between his legs, his hands resting in my lap as he reads from Romeo and Juliet, his warmth radiating onto me.

"Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

I smile and he leaves a kiss to my bare shoulder, the only thing on my body is a tank top and my shorts; my hair situated into a messy bun on the top of my head. Harry's shirtless, but has grey joggers on, the waistband of his boxers visible. I can't help but listen to him talking, hearing his words accented, expressing the forbidden love of Romeo and Juliet. He turns the page and we reach the end of the scene, but his last words spoken, leave my heart with a flutter.

"'Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combin'd, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage: when, and where, and how
We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us to-day.'"

The book is shut and Harry sets it onto the bedside table, his hand felt under my chin. I tilt my head upwards and look at him, a loving expression on his face. My eyes glace down at his lips, his soft pink skin parted and his breath can be felt on my own.

"I love you," I whisper, closing my eyes and leaning my head against his, my nose next to his and forehead on his. His arms remain around me and he kisses my upper lip.

"I love you too."

I smile, the term still new to me. Our night has consisted of saying the phrase, taking pictures, and cuddling. I asked him to read Shakespeare just to hear his voice, the raspiness more accented due to the late hour.

I peck his lips quickly and climb off his lap, lying down and placing my head on the pillow. Harry lays next to me and places his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I smile and his lips press to my forehead.

"Goodnight beautiful," he whispers, kissing my cheek. I place my head into the crook of his neck and his arms wrap around me. "Goodnight Harry."

~~~

Harry.

I wake up on my stomach, a weight on my back.

"Harry," a certain voice says in my ear. Beth's soft angelic voice is enough to make me thrilled, every touch making me want more of her. But I know now that we are going to be together. We love each other.

"Wake up Harry." She is lying on my back, placing kisses on my neck, whispering sweet things in my ear to try and wake me up. I keep my eyes closed, listening to her. I have never woken up to her this way before, the sensation enlightening. I think it's something about waking up to the girl you love. The first girl in particular.

"Your back looks really hot right now. So muscular and strong. Dare I get started on your ass?"

I can't help but let a smile appear on my face, her innocence peaking and now becoming a little less nervous to talk about things like this. She is honestly the hottest girl, not to mention the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

"Harry, baby, it's time to wake up," she says, tugging on my earlobe with her teeth and sucking. She moves her hands along my arms, reaching my hands under the pillow I currently rest my head on. She laces her fingers through mine and holds my hands in her tiny ones, a gesture accustomed in our relationship. I have missed these mornings with her, going almost a month without them. I never realized how much I missed her until she was actually gone.

I slightly open my eyes and see her head lying on my shoulder, looking out. Her dark eyelashes blink, her hands tightening around mine. She turns her focus back on me and her smile appears bigger when she looks into my eyes.

"Good, you're up," she says, beginning to loosen her hands. Once out, I swing an arm behind me, moving her under me, and burying my head into her neck. I start to kiss around her skin, making her laugh.

"I quite enjoy waking up to you like that," I whisper in her ear.

"Like what? When I tell you that you have a nice ass?" she says, a blush becoming visible on her cheeks.

"Yes. Because you are cute when you blush."

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink and I kiss her flushed skin.

"Now make me breakfast woman," I tell her, smiling at her to attempt to get her to make me some food.

"No you silly boy."

She laughs when I stick my bottom lip out, her forefinger bopping it. I keep her body locked in my arms, her forehead resting on my chin. My body shivers when I feel her fingers start to trace my abdomen.

"I can always make you," I tell her. She laughs and curls deeper into my chest.

"I don't think so."

I lift her onto my body and sit up, a squeal escaping her lips as I lift her over my shoulder. "Harry, put me down," she laughs, her hands gripping my hips. I feel a set of hands on the small of my back and they begin to travel down towards the waistband of my boxers.

"Beth, you are reaching the danger zone," I tell her, my feet reaching the small kitchen in the hotel room.

"What if I want to reach the danger zone?" she says, my heart beating faster. Her hands travel down into my boxers and squeezing my bare bottom. I walk her back into the living room and lay her onto the couch.

"You are a little mischievous this morning aren't you?" I ask, her eyes bright blue and gleaming in the light.

"I guess," she says, pulling my head down and meeting her lips with mine.

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