The Best Days (ON HOLD)

CH 21: Crash

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I threw a handful of popcorn at Harry. He dodged by rolling away and covering his face with his hand.

"Haha!" I curled my fingers like a witch and crawled next to him on the floor. We were sitting up against the couch, popcorn in hand along with soda. We were in our pajamas and the movie was set up at the menu.

"Ready?" He asked setting his thumb over the 'play' button on the remote.

"Go on." I smiled and he did. "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for having me."

"Any time. Wow... this popcorn is good." I said, chewing on some. I gave him a brisk kiss on the lips and turned to the movie. He however, brushed his lips against my cheek. "Harry?" I turned my head and he jerked back. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to soak in the moment. Did I ever tell you I love you?"

"Yes you have. I love you too." I turned back to the movie and he continued to keep his head close to mine. His breath tickled my neck, so I covered the patch of skin with my long hair. I watched but didn't really intently watch it. I thought about planning my mum's funeral and fought back tears. I thought about why Harry was so affectionate to me today. Is it because my mum died and he feels the need to show me love and protection? I didn't know if I should tell him to stop or kiss him.

I did the stupid thing. I engaged our lips after a brisk turn of my head. But it ended up as a snog. He bit my lip sometimes (which I loved) and I found myself gasping, catching my breath in between kisses. He used his tongue to show control and power. He wants upper-hand in everything (and I handed it to him on a platter). His hands held my back and neck while I held the patch of skin below his ears, my fingers entwined with his curls, I occasionally pulled on them.

His lips swayed with mine and he began to kiss my jaw and neck. I tipped my head back, giving him more access. He went down to my collar-bone. I breathed heavily and climbed on his lap. My fingers, twisted his hair and I fisted some curls.

"Hope..." Harry moaned, lips against my skin and he continued. I kissed the top of his head and his lips found mine, reconnecting. This was a hardcore snog, and I don't regret it. He sat up, leaning into me and lying me down. I wasn't afraid where this was going. His hands played with my t shirt sleeves, tugging at them and folding the hems over. Then one hand slid my hair behind my ear and rested there. My hands gripped his neck. I moaned for myself and deepened the kiss, holding nothing back. His hands slipped away, holding me in place with our kiss. He tugged on my shirt and lifted it a bit. I turned away, and opened my eyes at this action after catching act. He opened his.

"No, stop."

"What's wrong?" He asked as I laid a hand over his, letting go of my shirt.

"I wasn't brought up that way. Even so, it's risky." He looked intensely at me, understanding 'risky' perfectly.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I thought you were ok with it but I guess not." He smiled weakly and climbed off me.

"No, I'm sorry. You obviously have expectations I can't fulfill." I sat up next to him. I held his hand the whole movie, tightening when I got anxious during a fight the characters were in in and he would say: "Don't worry, he'll be fine". By the time the movie ended the popcorn bowl was empty and I was half-asleep.

"If you wouldn't have turned me down earlier you wouldn't be so tired." He winked as I got up to put the bowl and cups on the counter.

"Stop being so cheeky." I rolled my eyes and set them down. "But I will let you sleep in my bed."