trust me, love me, fuck me. ↠ h.s

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Rachel's POV

" I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself,

All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

"Are you mine?"

"Are you mine?"

"Are you mine? "

The music filled my ears with every beat as I laid in complete darkness.

Slowly breathing in and out to calm myself down so that I could eventually fall asleep. I turned over on my side and saw that my screen door was cracked open slightly, the thought of it being open at 2:46 in the morning scared the hell out of me because I knew I closed it.

I moved up my body up towards the backboard of my bed as my heartbeat picked up. I took my headphones out and laid my phone under my pillow so I could be fully aware of my surroundings.

Don't think of bad things

like being kidnapped.

Or ghosts fucking with your head.

maybe i didn't actually close it?

Or ghosts fucking with your head.

Slipping my comforter over my head and tucking my whole body under it to make sure that nothing can get me...

Because Im totally safe under here, my comforter can hide me from all the evil in the world, sarcasm noted, this comforter can't do shit when it comes to me health and saf-

My thoughts were cut off by my immediate reaction to scream at the top of my lungs when two hands grabbed my feet and pulled them to the end of the bed. A hand covered my mouth to stop me from screaming.

"Are you scared?" fuck you comforter fuck you scary movies fuck everything. My heart was out of my body by now it's rate higher than I get every weekend.

My body continued shaking and I felt like I couldn't breathe let alone think. All my worries went away when I heard the figure infront of me in the dark laugh and fall ontop of my bed and cry of laughter.

"You fell for that shit?" He laughed.

"I knew you were a scary cat but damn straight that was the easiest job I've ever done" Harry tried muffling his laughs by shoving his face in my comforters.

"You piece of shit!" I cursed at him slapping his back. "It's nearly 3 in the morning, how the hell would I not be scared?!" I screamed.

"Dude shut up. Your moms probably sleeping." His tone turned serious in fears of being caught by my mother.

"She knows you come over whenever you would like too now. She doesn't care, as long as if we "pull anything" as long as we stay "safe", what bullshit because I knew that before she told me. I don't want to get knocked up at 17! Especially not by you" I laughed.

"First of all, when the hell did she find out that I come over in the middle of the night? Second of all, you'd love to be knocked up by me. You'd have a little Harry inside of you and he'd be just like me and he'd be hopefully as great as I am." He smirked. Cocky bastard.

"She found out when she walked in on us one morning when she left for work. She saw that I was cuddled up to you and she knew I'd be pissed if she woke me up so she left it alone. And why would I want your kid? I can't stand you, why would I want a mini you running around! And before you can answer that question, I'm going to remind you that it's really late and I'm tired and we shouldn't talk about babies because it's not happening anytime soon." I said a little too fast and then let my body fall back onto my bed and rested my head on my pillow.

He mirrored my actions and we laid there staring at eachother. I grabbed his hand and pulled it over my body and adjusted myself so that he was cuddling me.

"Did you just forcibly make me spoon you?" He whispered to me.

"I like you. Your really hot. Sometimes your nice. Your pretty good at kissing. I like your music taste. And I like wearing your shirts because they stop midthing and I also like wearing them because you smell really great for a guy." I turned around again and kissed him on the lips and then returned to my normal spot.

"That made me shut up...

Goodnight." He laughed and then pulled my body closer to his.