There was a sharp tap on the door as I quickly pulled my top over my head.
"Are you ready?" Harry barked, his impatientness evident.
"Nope." I said, flying around my room to collect things in a vain attempt to clean. I had never had a boy in my room before so I wasn't exactly sure what to do.
"Well it's not like I care anyway," I heard Harry laugh as he swung the door open.
I flinched, and turned to see him, my arms stuffed to my head with dirty laundry.
"What...." He mumbled curiously. "Are.. You doing?"
"Cleaning?" Obviously I'm cleaning.. Does he not clean?
"Why?"
I stared at him. "Because.... My room needed to be cleaned?"
Was he actually joking?
"Where's your cleaner?" He asked, taking the laundry from me.
Butterfly's built in my stomach; that was extremely cute of him-
He took the laundry from me and dumped it back on the ground.
My mouth popped open in shock.
Swinging his phone out of his pocket he texted a number. I just stood there in shocked, angry silence, watching the pile of laundry- which was now spilled all over the ground.
Harry looked up, an expectant glint to his eyes, a smile playing on his plush lips. I noticed he was, however, staring at something behind me.
"Why do you have so many clothes?" He grumbled, taking in the space. "I nearly died in there."
I shrugged, not seeing how it was his business.
"You are definitely going to have to cut down." He muttered, shaking his head.
I was absolutely speechless.
"No I wont be fucking cutting anything down, anytime soon." I snapped.
He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Let me the fuck go Harry oh my-"
"Shhhhh." He muttered.
"If you think THAT'S gonna make me shut up I suggest you go re-the fuck-evaluate because NEWS FLASH-" I had to stop my rant because Harry suddenly flipped us over onto the bed. He was on top of me, as I lay helpless on top of the mattress.
"If I had my way, Hannah," He purred, rubbing his nose along my face and neck. I almost screamed. "We wouldn't be talking right now. I'd be having you right here, right now. On every surface of the house. And then I'd cook you dinner-"
"Lunch," I muttered, gasping for breath. "It's only 12:30pm."
Harry smirked, coming closer to my ear where he placed a kiss. "Six hours of fucking is barely just a warm up love."
I felt my eyes pop out of my head.
My brain was literally beginning to crash.
"W-w-we need to go." I said intelligently.
Harry pursued his lips, pouting slightly. It would of been cute but his dark eyes were literally fucking my body.
I cringed, as he licked his lips, a smirk plastering his face.
"Well I'm glad you fucking approve of me." I spat, pushing him off of me.
He let me get out of his embrace, shaking his curls carelessly. We stood there for a beat awkwardly.
