Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eighty-Seven

Part Eighty-Seven

My eyes flutter open, Harry's hand pressing to my cheek and holding my head to his chest. Lightly moving, his hand slides to my shoulder, moving me back onto him. His eyebrows frown and I smirk, kissing his left nipple. He jolts slightly, a shiver going through his body. I smile and reach on the ground, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up. Slowly, I roll of the masculine body, his arms staying around me.

"Stop moving Beth," he moans, burying his head in my neck. My body sits up and he immediately pulls me down, holding me in his arms tightly. I laugh and drop his shirt, his lips kissing my temple.

"Can we stay here all day?" he asks, my head nodding and his arms loosening around my frame. I quickly sit up and get out of the bed, grabbing his shirt and buttoning it onto my body.

"Whatcha doing babe?" he smiles, folding his hands and placing them under his head. He watches me and I decide to have a little fun with him, reaching under the shirt and finding my bra clasp. I undo it and pull the under garment out of my shirt, dropping it on the floor.

"I'm going to have some fun," I say, climbing back on top of him. He smiles up at me and grabs my waist, my hands feeling his chest. I massage his shoulders and his chest, his eyes closing as I caress his body. I trail my hands down his stomach and roll my thumb over the soft hairs leading into his boxers. He keeps his bottom lip between his teeth, not yet becoming aroused due to my gentle actions.

"Kiss me," he whispers, grabbing my hands and pulling them towards his chest. I lean down and kiss his split lips, softly moving my lips with his. My hands come to my chest and I begin to unbutton the shirt on my body. I pull away from Harry and stand up, his eyes opening. My feet walk towards the balcony door, my hand dropping the plaid shirt and opening the door. The warm air hits my bare skin, the high altitude leaving us to open land and no one in sight. We're isolated together and no one will bother us.

Two warm hands place on my shoulders, Harry's fingers moving along my arms and to my waist. "So beautiful," he whispers, kissing my right shoulder. He moves his hands to my chest and brushes my breasts, but grabs my shoulders, pulling me back into the bedroom.

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My arms cling around Harry's neck and my legs are wrapped securely around his waist, his back pressing to my chest. He carries me around the park back home since we came back for his medication. My lips press to the back of his neck, the curly hair brushing my nose.

"I love you baby," I whisper, kissing his ear and watching his lips curve into a smile. He looks really young right now; his hair is in tight ringlets on his head, not having his gel to move it back. Tonight he's taking me to the festival, the end of the year fest at WSU.

"I love you too," he smiles, setting me down and both of us grabbing a swing on the playground. We swing for a while, talking about anything that comes to our minds. He's so happy today; carefree and beautiful. He gets off his swing and begins to push me higher, my laugh echoing through the air.

"Harry I'm going to fall if you keep pushing me this high," I laugh, his hands grabbing the chain of the swing and stopping me in the air. I screech and he laughs, letting the swing go and pushing me again.

"Guess what Beth?" he says, pushing me higher.

"What Harry?" I ask, trying to match the excitement in his tone. He stops pushing me and moves in front of me, my knees bending and his hands grabbing the chains again, this time in front of me.

"My cast comes off this Friday," he smiles, kissing my forehead. "And my sister's graduation is Saturday. Will you please come with me?" he asks, my head nodding.