Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-Nine

Sexual Content

Part Seventy-Nine

"I want to give you a night where it is all about you," Harry says when he parks the car in the parking lot.

My head looks up at him and he cups my cheek, kissing my forehead.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, his eyes staring down at me.

"I mean, I treat you with love, since you are the love of my life, and I do anything you want. Kiss you, make love to you, massage you, anything. You have done so much for me, calming me down and simply staying with me since I was an ass to you. But tonight, it's you," he says. I shyly nod and I get out of the car, Harry entwining our hands together once he's out too. He locks the car and he leads me into the building and down the hall.

"Can you dance with me?" I ask. He's danced with me once and that was simply the most romantic thing he's done. It was protective and love-filled.

"Sure," he hesitantly says, unlocking the door and leading me inside. My coat is taken off my body and Harry tosses it on the counter. My hand grabs his and he walks us into the living room. He puts his phone in the stereo and blasts easy, slow-paced songs, his left hand grabbing my right one and his arm wraps around me. My left hand grabs his shoulder, shyly looking up at him. He smiles down and me and rests his forehead on mine, his nose brushing mine.

"These are my favorite songs," I whispers to him, my ponytail swaying as he leads me, mainly moving back and forth.

"I know," he whispers. He twirls me around and we continue dancing. "It is all the songs that remind me of you or that you like."

He kisses my forehead and I wrap my left arm around his waist, leaning against him. I close my eyes and feel his body heat, warmth radiating off him and comforting me. He's so important to me, knowing if I lost him I won't be able to bring myself back up.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, his hand grabbing my waist, his arm wrapping completely around my back.

"You baby. Always," he raspily whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek.

"Can we try something?" I ask, pulling away from his embracive arms.

"Of course," he says, grabbing my hands. My feet take a step closer to him and I unwrap my fingers from his, moving my hands to the end of my shirt. I lift it over my head and toss it to the ground, looking up at Harry. He immediately grabs his shirt and lifts it over his head, sharing the same amount of bareness as me; with the exception of my bra.

He watches me and I grab his left hand, taking a step towards him. My hand spreads his fingers, opening the massive hand, and I press his palm on my chest, directly over my heart. He sucks in a breath and looks at our hands, then up at my eyes.

My left hand is gripped between his thumb and forefinger and he places my hand on his chest, both of us looking into each other's eyes. My head nods and he smiles, almost as if we were talking by looking into each other's eyes. We are connected in a way words can't describe.

His hand leaves my chest and mine leaves his, his head leaning down and kissing my lips. He walks us backwards and we fall back onto the couch, his lips moving against mine.

"Go into the bedroom," I breathe out during kisses on my lips, Harry's arms moving under me. He lifts me up bridal-style and my lips stay on his. He lays me onto the bed and crawls on top of me, my hands gripping his biceps tightly.

"Make love to me slowly," I tell him, his lips parting and taking my bottom lip lightly between his teeth.

"I can go all night for you," he whispers, kissing me again.