Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eighty-Three

Part Eighty-Three

Harry.

My hand grabs Beth's as she runs into the apartment building, my eyes staying on her. She is all natural for what seems like the first time in a while. She has light freckles on her cheeks and her eyes aren't accented with the makeup. She's beautiful.

Her head turns back to look at me and she smiles, my lips curving at her happiness. My arm wraps around her shoulders and I kiss her forehead, unlocking the door to the apartment since she's eating all the fries. Opening the door, she walks in first and I close the door behind her, her body turning to face me.

"Are you done eating all the fries?" I ask her, a little laugh leaving her lips.

"I don't know," she says, sneaking another fry. I laugh and lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a simple kiss. Her lips taste like salt and I kiss her again, addicted to her.

"You taste like chocolate ice cream," she whispers, my shake having been finished in the car. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, my lips still brushing hers. I slide my tongue out of my lips, licking the salt off her lips. She laughs and I pull her closer to me.

"You taste like my fries," I whisper, reaching into the bag and pulling out fries, popping them into my mouth. I kiss her cheek and grab her hand, walking into the kitchen with her. My hands grab her waist and I lift her onto the counter, my feet walking so I stand between her legs. She opens the bag and pulls out her burger and grabs mine, both of us eating them.

I reach my left hand out and I cup her cheek, running my thumb under her eye. She looks startled at my actions but quickly recovers, leaning into my touch. She has no idea how perfect she is; other girls don't even compare to her.

"Don't ever wear makeup again," I whisper, my hand holding her cheek as she blushes. Moving in, I kiss her cheek and she curls into my chest, so shy about her blushing. It makes her even more beautiful.

"That's not going to happen. I'll wear it out but I'll take it off when I'm at home with you."

I nod and her head buries in my neck, her hands moving to my hoodie. She pulls the zipper down and begins kissing my neck, my hands moving to set on her thighs. Her little fingers trace my torso, running over my skin. Her lips begin to suck on my neck, just below my jaw where she knows I go weak. My eyes close and she places her hands on the crook of my neck.

She pulls her head away from my neck and I look down at her. She looks up at me and pulls her shake in front of her. I laugh and she joins, sipping her vanilla ice cream. I kiss her forehead and walk to the trash, tossing the McDonalds bag in the trash. Due to my head being turned, Beth took the chance to walk into our bedroom. My feet carry me into the bedroom and she's brushing her teeth, me following suit.

"You have some good legs there Harry," she says, my lips curving into a smile. I still have my tennis shoes on, but the basketball shorts show off my usually jean-covered legs.

"I should be saying that to you," I tell her, her hands setting on my waist after she finished brushing. She wraps her arms around me from behind and her head lies just above the middle of my back.

"So when is your big Port Angeles trip?" I ask her, cringing that I have to let her go nearly three hours northwest than where I'm going to be.

"Tuesday. That's in five days so be prepared." I spit my toothpaste and wipe my mouth.

"I will never be able to be prepared to let you go. I love you Beth," I tell her, hating that she leaves. It may be one day but that might as well be an eternity. She's my world and I don't know what I would do without her.