Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ninety-One

Part Ninety-One

Harry's body moves off the couch and he walks over to me, my legs walking over to him. His hands reach out to mine and I take his hands, his lips kissing my knuckles and then letting my hands fall, cupping my cheeks after.

"Why was my beautiful girl crying?" he asks, kissing my forehead.

"They found out that you proposed."

He chuckles, his hands letting go of my face and grabbing my waist. "You should be happy, not crying," he says, completely oblivious about girl emotions.

"We were happy. That's what girls do when they're happy; they cry."

He just smiles and nods, pulling me closer and his lips kissing mine. I smile against his lips and he lifts my body up, his head looking up at mine as he spins me around. My body forms an L shape and his hands hold my torso in the air, my lips press to his and my hands cupping his cheeks as he spins me around again. I laugh and he smiles, setting me down on the ground.

"Let me make love to you," he whispers, my head nodding, but first I hug him quickly.

"That's from Morgan," I smile at Harry, walking into the bedroom.

"What is the deal with that girl?" he asks, walking into the bedroom after me.

"I don't know. But all I know is I want you," I whisper, walking back to him and kissing his lips. His hands grab my cheeks and he backs me up, setting my body down on the bed.

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"You're so pretty," he smiles, my hand holding the Polaroid in front of me.

"So are you, so smile," I whisper, his unruly sex hair all over the pillow. I snap the picture when he smiles up at me and his hands grab onto my waist, pulling me down on the bed.

"I'm sexy Beth, not pretty," he smiles, his lips kissing mine again and my finger pressing the button on the camera, taking a picture.

"Okay sexy, why don't you get me my underwear," I smile, his lips pouting.

"Why should I? What if I want to take naked pictures of you?" he asks, my cheeks flaming.

"What if someone sees them?" I ask, my hands wrapping around his neck. His hand holds the Polaroid in front of me, his green eyes looking at me.

"No one will because you're mine," he says, emphasizing 'mine'. He kisses the tip of my nose and his left hand comes to the top of my head, his lips in a smile as he looks down at me. I close my eyes with a smile on my face and I hear a 'click', my head turning to see he took a picture.

"This will be between you and me, forever and always," he says, my hands cradling his face. He watches me closely, making sure I'm comfortable with our actions. I grab the camera from his hand and I sit up, his body following.

"Let me take a picture of you," I say, his head nodding and I turn slightly. Moving the camera, I take a picture of his upper body and head, his muscles defined and hair curly. He smiles at me and looks into the distance, my finger hitting the button and taking another picture.

"Now I get to take two of you," he whispers, kissing my cheek. Shyly nodding, he takes the camera from my hand and sets it on the bed, moving closer to me. His hands come to my shoulders and he pushes my hair back behind me, my chest fully exposed.

"Lean back on your hands," he says, grabbing the camera. I do so and I look at him surely, positive on doing this.

"Right there baby, don't move," he says, taking the picture and setting the camera back down. He brings me closer to him and kisses the top of my head.