strangers // styles

eight

When we got to Harry's home, and he introduced me to his family (as his girlfriend, I almost scream and wanted to call Chris but I acted like an adult by that time) and after we ate, her mom was talking to him and smiling at me with a cute smile.

"Where are you guys going to sleep?" She asked and I looked at Harry, but before he answers I interrupted him and said.

"We are not going to sleep together" I tell her and I could see her sastifyid face, harry looked at me with a forced smile.

"Oh, then you can sleep on Harry's sister room, sweetie" she says, I nodded with my head and followed her to the room, but not without turn to Harry and leave him a little kiss.

Now under the bed sheets and almost asleep, two knocks becoming from the door woke me up.

Harry's face peeked out with a smile and run to be up me.

"So, 'we won't sleep together', uh?" He says making fun of my words and I smiled.

He kisses me and put his hand on my back, I got out from the bed sheets and put myself up him, the kisses were turning more deeply, and our bodies were turning hot.

I take off my shirt and Harry's kisses went to my neck, but when I'm about to get off my bras he stopped.

"What?" I asked him.

"We can't do it" he answers and I look at him with an asking face.

"Why not? I want to, you want to, and this is not the first time" I said and he laughed.

"Yeah, but I don't want to have sex in my sisters room"

Just when he said that, I blushed and put my hands on my face.

"Oh my god..." I whispered and look at harry, he starts to laugh and I put my hand on his mouth to make him stop "shhh" I tell him.

I'm still up him, he seems so beautiful without his shirt and his crazy hair, (I can still feel his little friend, but I won't tell him, I'm all embarrassed right now).

He kisses me and hugs me. I love that.

We've been dating for five months, yeah, I'm thinking about staying with him, that's what love makes me. We've talked about it, and we agreed. I talked to my boss and he had tell me before that I'd be transfer to France, that's why my vacations have been so long. I mean, five months?, incredible, but I haven't stop working, I'm still working on my computer and I've been paid, so I don't know if they can still be call 'vacations'.

"Harry?" I call him. He's almost asleep, I'm playing with his hair and his eyes are closed.

"Uhm?" He asks.

"I think I love you" I said without processing my words.

He didn't open his eyes, that made me feel bad.

"I know you do, ma belle" he starts saying "je t'aime aussi" he whispered.

a/n

'Je t'aime aussi' (I love you too)
'Ma belle' (my sweetheart, my cutie, my beautiful girl)