Don't go || m.c

18

I wake up to a groan, I open one eye to see Harry lying on top of me, the slight crease on his forehead is enough for me to tell he is having a sex dream, I try not to laugh as he rolls over, onto my feet, I get up quickly to use to bathroom since I’m busting, I walk back to the living room. “Harry,” I moan, “wow you’re huge,” I tease him in his sleep, Harry’s already tight jeans tighten thanks to his bulge, I burst out laughing.

“What?” he asks sleepily.

“Have a nice dream sweetie?” I ask innocently, “it looks like you did.”

“Fuck, you did this didn’t you? You owe me a blow job now,” he smirks.

“No thanks, I’ll have toast instead.”

“You did this, you have to fix it,” he complains, “I’ll pay you.”

“I’m not a prostitute and I’m with Michael,” Harry scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, he looks just like an oversized two year old throwing a tantrum.

I ignore him and get up to make myself some toast, Harry follows me around the kitchen, “Lil, pleasee,” he drags out his words when he wants something, “Lilly,” he says smugly, I stop what I’m doing and turn around to his stupid grin.

“What Harold?” I ask bitterly, how dare he call me Lilly to try and get what he wants, he knows I hate that name and why, I can’t believe he was so low to call me that, I look at him and can tell he didn’t mean it, I hate to admit but I got angry over nothing, “go jack yourself off in the bathroom, it won’t be a first,” I giggle.

“Or you could do it for me,” he bites his lip.

I attempt to pull Harry down to my height but eventually give up and make him sit down on a chair so I can look down to him, “Harry, you’re a big boy now, you can do things by yourself without getting me to do everything for you okay?” I say as an adult might say to a 5 year old.

“But-” he goes to protest but I cut him off.

“No buts, you’re a big boy now,” I say and then whisper, “a very big boy last time I checked.”

I turn to continue getting bread to make toast and hear Harry walking away. I eat the toast slowly, waiting for Harry; it’s almost one which means we should start walking up to the uni. “Hurry up Harry! I need a shower!” I complain.

“We could shower together,” he suggests, I can hear his smirk.

“Hurry up.”

“Just have a shower; we’ve seen each other naked before.”

“Nope.”

“I won’t look, promise,” He is biting his lip now, I can tell.

I feel myself giving in so I take a shot of vodka before knocking on the bathroom door; I open it without waiting for a reply. Don’t look down, I don’t even look at Harry because I don’t want to see what his expression is, “Don’t you dare look at me or I’ll go to your house and cut your balls off in your sleep.

“Shit, okay,” I drop my clothes on the floor before turning the shower on, once the hot water comes through the glass fogs up so my body isn’t visible to the perv now sitting on my bathroom bench playing with a box of lights.

“What are you doing?” I ask after a while.

“I don’t know did you want one?” he asks, holding the box up a bit.

“Sure, you still not smoke?”

“Yeah, still don’t.” He says, lighting a cigarette with a lighter that was left on the bench, the way he holds the cigarette is so hot, he holds it like he does smoke but just the way his large hands just sit well with it between his index and middle finger, he passes it over the shower door.