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Masterpiece | Let's Rebuild It

Masterpiece | Let's Rebuild It

"Tawni..get the fuck off," Harry groans into his pillow with his eyes still closed, he felt her body straddling his back while giving him a massage he really needed. Of course he was getting so hard just from her hands and the sweet kisses being planted on his cheek and underneath his jaw. It had woke him up and something else up too.

"Can I n-not do this?" Tawni's voice sounded like heaven in the morning. It was raspy, sweet, and soft which made Harry release a tiny moan from his lips. And she smirked. "I k-know you like it."

"I think I like it better when you didn't talk," Harry grunts with the side of face still in the pillow and his eyes still closed.

"Asshole," Tawni punched his back and slid off of him. "Bye."

Harry started chuckling and he looked over to see Tawni getting ready to leave, "Come here baby."

Tawni simply flipped him off and went to go find her pants.

"Listen, I was just playing alright?" Harry spoke sitting up from the bed, his legs hitting the floor "Stop being a little baby and come here."

"No..y-your rude," she scoffs trying to find her things, that resulted her to bend down showing off her black lace underwear that made her ass look like a desert.

"You gonna cry about it?" Harry teases.

Tawni balled up her fist and glared at him, "Fuck off."

"Ah, I see you're a bad girl, no?" Harry chuckles rising to his feet and adjusting his pajama pants, his boner was just out there and he didn't really about it. Taking both of his wrist he stopped her and smirked. "You still mad?"

"Are y-you still h-hard?" She mocks, but she didn't sound cool because she grew nervous.

"Good one..but I would laugh if you didn't stutter so much," Harry smirks.

Tawni had enough and she snatched her wrist away and went to grab her pants that she had on yesterday, but before she could even put them on she was pulled by her waist and placed on his bed.

"So you caught a little attitude, no?" Harry questions pinning both of her wrist down above her head and straddling her hips. "I kinda like it, but at the same time it pisses me off."

"Stop," Tawni trying to struggle out of his grip but it was no use..he was too strong for her.

Harry chuckled, "Stop what?"

"M-Making fun of m-me," she croaks as her limbs went weak after struggling, she could feel the dam behind her eyes break and here came the waterworks.

Harry released her wrists and allowed her to wipe the wet tears with the back of her hands. This was her first time crying in front of him, and honestly, he felt like a real dickhead.He didn't know if he should comfort her of tell her to grow up..so he didn't say anything.

"I-I have s-speech problems," Tawni tells him. "T-That's why I d-don't talk."

Harry's eyebrows pinched together in confusion, "You don't talk because your insecure of your speech impediment?"

She nodded and wiped her tears once more, "I d-don't like t-talking to people because h-having s-social a-anxiety fucks me up."

"You were made fun of before were you?" Harry asks looking down at her with much emotion in his eyes. Tawni should be the last person to made fun of.

"M-Multiple times," she sniffs.

Harry sighed, "But..you don't even talk to your sisters and they—,"