hooked // harry hook

chapter twenty two - rhythm

Things were going really good again. It was a week and a half since I saw Jake, which wasn't that long, but things felt great. Harry and I were being our usual flirty selves, I had patched things up with Jay, and I had caught up on all my school assignments. Knowing Jake couldn't touch me made me feel safe again, made Auradon feel like home. I was worried about not being able to see my family again, but they said they would all fly to Auradon to see me before summer break. Plus, I could always meet them wherever they were vacationing. I sat at my desk, finishing up my chemistry notes before exhaling in relief. I had missed three chemistry lectures which was like missing a hundred.

I felt prepared, but I was slightly overwhelmed with the amount of work I had to make up. Obviously, it was my fault I had missed class, and I felt lucky to even be allowed to make anything up, but I still dreaded the amount of work that was waiting for me. I hadn't seen Harry in a while. He had lots of training for the fencing finals that were coming up. If he wasn't at the gym, he was doing homework or sleeping. I kinda felt bad that I couldn't be with him, but I had all of my work to worry about. Sometimes he would come shower and crash here, but he hadn't in a while. I bit the tip of my pencil as I contemplated what I could do.

I smirked and stood from my desk, sending him a quick text to meet me in my room. I browsed through my drawers, finding his favorite lingerie and slipping it on. I slid into a pair of heels and sat on the edge of my bed, my back to the door. Not long after, I heard Harry fumbling with the door. He walked in, throwing his massive gym bag on the floor with a sigh. "I swear, love-" he started, but immediately stopped when he saw me. I stood from the edge of the bed and approached him, the smirk evident on my face. He bit his lip as he admired me, step by step.

I licked my lips as I took his chin in my hand. "Do you have some time to spare?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He groaned before smashing his lips against mine, lifting me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him back, resting my arms on his shoulders. He slammed me against the wall, trailing kisses sloppily down my jaw and focusing on my neck. I moaned as he left his love marks on my neck, moving down to lightly kissing the top of my breasts. I moaned appreciatively and ran my fingers through his hair.

"You're so fucking amazing." he mumbled, looking into my eyes. "I love you." I whispered, pressing my lips against his. He carried me over to the bed and climbed up over me. My legs found their way around him, and he moved his hips against mine, making me moan. He chuckled and pecked my lips lightly, taking my hands and pressing my arms up above my head. "Quiet, they'll hear us." he laughed, kissing my neck and jaw. I slid up from under him and pressed him down, straddling his waist with a smirk. His eyes widened, looking up at me. 

"Tell me what you want." I whispered suggestively, running my hands down his chest and pulling his shirt over his head. "You know what I want." he smirked, his hands on my hips as his thumbs instinctively rubbed against me supportively. "Tell me what you want, Harry." I mumbled, leaning down and biting his bottom lip. He exhaled as I moved down, nibbling on his jaw and neck.  "I want you. Right here. Right now." he groaned, squeezing my hips. "Well if you insist." I smirked, leaning down and kissing him as he unlatched my bra. He took my breasts in his hands as we kissed, teasing me. I moved my hips against his, making us both moan quietly. 

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"Working with Jay is hard." he mumbled, curling the ends of my hair with his finger. "Babe, he's apologized a hundred times for what happened. We've moved on." I mumbled. turning and looking up at him. He sighed and shook his head, his gaze meeting mine. Every time he looked at me with those big blue eyes, I found myself getting lost in them. "I know he's sorry, but that doesn't change the fact that he's in love with you." he noted, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and laughed, shaking my head. "He is not in love with me, psycho." I giggled. Harry frowned and wrapped his arms around me.

"I see the way he looks at you, love." he said cautiously. "Harry, he's been one of my best friends since he got here last year. We're close, but he's not in love with me." I reasoned, pecking his lips lightly. "I know what I see. You can choose to ignore it." he mumbled. "You're so jealous." I giggled, nudging my nose against his. "So what if I am?" he laughed, kissing me softly. "I'm yours. You have nothing to worry about, babe." I said sincerely, looking up at him. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back supportively.  "I'm not worried about you. It's him." he sighed. I rolled my eyes and sat up, crossing my arms. "He already felt so bad about what happened and he was drunk as fuck." I noted, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine. You win." he said, taking my hand in his. I squeezed his hand and smiled, kissing his knuckles. "Do you have any homework?" I asked, playing with his fingers. "I finished it all this morning. Why?" he asked, fixing his hair. "Let me take you out on a date." I smirked, laying down next to him. "Oh, there's more?" he joked, raising an eyebrow. "Shut up." I giggled, smacking his chest playfully. "Take me out." he smiled, pressing his lips against mine. I kissed him back, him taking my face in his hand and pulling me closer. "Let's do that date a little later." he smirked, rolling over me and kissing me again.

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I'm having issues with inspiration lately. Should I continue this story? Are you guys still reading and interested?