Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Forty-Four

Part Forty-Four

“Will you come with me?” he asks, his hand wrapped around mine after we enter the hotel room from coming home from the hospital.

“I don’t know Harry. I don’t like that stuff.”

“It’s a club Beth. I just want to have a few drinks and come back home and lay with you. I won’t let anything happen.”

His body jolts mine towards him and his fingers grab my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

“Please,” he asks, my eyes yearning to look into his more. I nod and he kisses my cheek, letting go of my hand. I make my way to the bedroom, Harry following behind me as I do so, and I look down at my bag.

“I have nothing to wear to a club.” I turn to face him and he smiles, grabbing his wallet from the table.

“That’s why I am taking you to get a dress.”

He places his hand on my cheek and he places a kiss to my lips, my eyes looking up at him after. He smiles and I blush, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“We better go before I take you on the bed right now.”

I laugh and he leads me out of the room, both of us walking towards the door and down the street.

“You know what we should do?” he asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“What’s that?”

“I think we should get a matching tattoo.”

I shake my head immediately and he laughs. “Aw, come on. What’s wrong with that?”

“Me… and needles. Not a good mix.”

He kisses the top of my head and unwraps his arm, grabbing my hand instead. “Just a small little tattoo. Maybe this one.”

He points to a little cross on his left hand and I look up, still completely against this.

“You are telling me you want me to ink a cross onto my skin?” I ask, his lips curved into a beautiful smile.

“Yes, because it shows that you are mine.”

I laugh and he holds the door open to a shop, me walking in. A big Chanel is on the wall and I gulp, Harry taking me to an expensive store. He walks in and walks to a dress section, beginning to look like we are in a cheap store.

“I don’t know Harry. Tattoos are permanent.”

“So?” he smiles. He pulls off a few dresses, not even bothering with sizes, and hands them to me.

“Aren’t these expensive?” I ask him, his head shaking.

“I have a lot of money and I don’t have anything to spend it on.”

I look up from the shocking price tags to see his eyes intently keeping gaze on me. He really is a beautiful sight to see.

“I will try these on then.” He nods and I walk to the dressing rooms, closing the door behind myself. Harry is seated outside, so I have to open the door to show him what I’m wearing. I grab a blue dress after I take off my clothes besides my underwear, and slip it over my head. It cuts down the middle of my chest and is way too revealing. I take it off and try on another dress, a deeper red color that is skin tight. My arms move through the sleeves and I look at myself, the dress tugging at my bottom.

My hand grips the doorknob and I walk out, showing it to Harry. He smiles and his eyes shine, but he shakes his head. “I want your ass to remain mine.”

I laugh and walk back into the room, getting out of the dress. I search through the dresses to find more in my size and I grab a black one, pulling it out and smiling at it. My hands unzip the zipper and I pull it over my head, zipping it up behind me. I smile at my appearance, the strapless dress tight on my top and flowing on the bottom, the hem coming to my mid-thigh.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door and Harry looks up from his phone, his lips parting and eyes widening. I walk towards him and cup his chin in my forefinger and thumb, tilting his head up.

“Close your mouth; you’ll catch flies.”

I smirk and walk back into the dressing room. I change back into my regular clothes and hang the other dresses on the rack inside the room. I grab the dress I want and open the door, Harry shoving me back in and the dress falling onto the chair. I place my hands on his cheeks and his lips collide down onto mine.

“You look so fucking hot in that dress,” he groans, sliding his tongue into my mouth and massaging it with mine. He pulls away when we need to catch our breath, his lips trailing lazy kisses down my jaw. I smile and close my eyes, my skin tingling at the sensation of his lips on my skin.

“I love you baby,” he breaths, sponging open mouth kisses to my neck.

“I love you too Harry,” I smile, tugging on his curls. His head raises and a soft peck is left on my lips. He lets go of me and stands up, looking at the dress on the chair.

“This dress will be the death of me,” he whispers, my lips letting a small laugh escape. We walk out and I notice a few girls looking at Harry. I grip onto his arm and keep my focus on him, his eyes on the dress and turning to the register.

“Are you sure you want to buy this?” I ask him, his eyes falling on me.

“Yes, baby. It’s my treat.”

He kisses me quickly on the lips and I smile. Harry pays the massive bill for the dress and we walk out, my hand grabbing his while my other clutches the bag.

“I plan on repaying you,” I tell him, my knowing in him paying for me leaving a certain uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

“Don’t. I wanted to buy you something. And if you so much as give me a dime, you will be punished.”

I stop his body and lean my head up, placing my lips near his ear. “Who said it was money?” I whisper, letting go of his hand and smiling, walking in front of him. I look back and he’s smirking, following close behind me. Once I reach the hotel, I grip the door and open it, racing down the hall and to the elevator. I get in, Harry not in with me, but his lips were curved into a devilish smile before the door closed.

The elevator signals my floor and I walk out, no one in sight. I walk to Harry’s door and open it with the key card, opening it and tossing the bag onto the ground. The door shuts and I turn, seeing Harry smiling at me.

“You are fearless today,” he states, my smile growing. “First you comment on my ass, touch it, and now someone is teasing me.”

He walks over to me and I look up, his hands grabbing hold of my waist. “And I love every little thing you’re doing to me.” I grab his face in my hands and connect our lips together, his hands lifting me up and my legs wrapping around his waist. He walks to the living room and sits on the couch, my lips still on his, tongues massaging each others. I feel his hands move down to my bottom, his hands squeezing and my hips buckling upward towards him. My fear of doing this with someone is completely gone; Harry being the only one to have me.

“Beth,” he moans in my ear as I trail my lips down his jaw, the perfectly shaved skin smooth under my touch. My hands grip his jacket collar and I keep my lips attached to his jaw-line and neck. His hands tighten around my bottom and I squeal, then slightly laugh at his agitation of my teasing.

“You’ll have to wait for later, since you wanted to go to the club so bad.”

I smile down at him and place my forehead on his. His arms wrap around my waist and pull my body towards his, my own leaning onto him. I continue to spread little pecks to his cheek and his muscles tighten, his cheeks noticeably in a smiling gesture.

“Then let’s get dressed, shall we?”

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