Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eighty-Two

Part Eighty-Two

"When I saw him, sitting across from you, I swear I just about shit my pants," Harry says, my body sitting on the toilet seat as he takes a shower.

"Believe me, I was about to too," I say, pushing my hair back into a bun. Once I do, I grab the new phone off my lap and attempt to work it, the new software different. I never updated my old phone and this is just weird.

"What did he say to you?" he asks, slightly angry.

"He was mean. I asked him to leave but he said that my boyfriend wouldn't want me alone."

Harry sighs and shuts the shower off, my finger accidentally turning the flashlight on. I don't know how I did this.

"Harry how do I turn the flashlight off?" I ask, feeling stupid that I even have to ask.

He pulls the shower curtain back and a towel clings to his waist, his torso gleaming with water. The phone is taken from my hand and he turns it off, my eyes glaring at him.

"I wanted you to show me. Not do it for me," I say, his lips kissing the top of my head.

He shows me and I mentally face palm, sighing in complete stupidity. "Oh," is all I can say, his lips smiling at me.

"I'm glad you think it's funny because I am an old lady when it comes to phones."

"It's cute," he says, grabbing a towel and drying his hair. My cheeks flush, his compliment always making me blush. Once he stands straight up, he looks at me and his lips curve more.

"God you're beautiful," he compliments. I stand and quickly kiss him, walking out of the room for him to finish.

"You know, we should take a trip somewhere," he says, brushing his teeth.

"Oh yeah?" I call, attempting to work my phone.

"Yeah, we should go somewhere. Sometime in summer. It's almost June so we should do something, go to Mexico or something," he suggests.

"Well me and my friends always take a trip to Port Angeles every May, which happens to be next week, so keep that in mind," I tell him, looking up at him, his face in displeasure.

"I don't want you to go to Port Angeles." His complaint is cute despite the angry look on his face.

"Harry we've been doing this since we were little. Its tradition and you can't stop tradition."

He spits his toothpaste into the sink and walks back into the bedroom. "Can I go with you?" he asks, my eyes narrowing at him.

"You would spend a whole day with four twenty year old girls, talking about girl stuff, and shopping?"

He twists his face and drops his towel, pulling boxers up his legs. "Okay that's living hell. But you are normal. They're...strange," he exhales, ruffling his hair. He sits next to me on the bed and I lean into him, kissing his cheek.

"I'm going Harry. It isn't for a week so it's fine." He nods and buries his head into my neck, kissing the exposed skin.

"Are you wearing your new clothes?" he whispers, his words referring to the Victoria's Secret under-garments. I shyly nod and he smiles, pulling away from my neck.

"Show me," he whispers, kissing my ear. My body freezes and his fingers run along my arm, trailing up to my collarbones.

"You don't have to be shy," he whispers, kissing behind my ear and sucking just below my jaw, the one particular spot making me weak.