Finding My Way Back To You

Chapter 22

"Harry, the wedding is in two days, I need to pack for the honeymoon." I tell Harry.

"Why can't you pack tomorrow?" Harry asks.

"No, I want to get it over with." I reply, tossing another pair of shorts inside my suitcase.

"How about a five minute break?" Harry smirks, turning me around to face him.

"How about no." I tell him, turning and throwing more clothes inside the suitcase.

Harry jumps on the bed, making my suitcase almost fall over the edge of the bed. I hit his leg, and he looks up and sticks his tongue out at me.

"You know tomorrow I'm staying at my mums right?" I tell him.

"What why?" Harry asks.

"Because we arent allowed to see eachother the day before the wedding." I reply. "Its bad luck."

"You believe that?" he asks.

"Actually I do, so I'm staying at my mums." I say, zipping up my suitcase and tossing it onto the floor.

"I still don't get why you had to pack from now." Harry says as I lay down next to him.

"Because I didn't want to do it last minute, which is what you are going to do." I tell him.

"I will not pack late, I'll show you." he smirks, pointing at me.

"Yeah ok." I reply, rolling my eyes.

'Don't you roll your eyes at me." Harry tells me.

I roll my eyes again, and again only to annoy him. Before I can get up, he is hovering over me smirking.

"Do it one more time and you'll see." he says.

I laugh and roll my eyes again. He starts tickling me, and as I try to get away, he sits on me.

"Ha-Harry. St-st-stop!" I laugh.

He stops for a moment, "I'm good." he shrugs.

As he continues to tickle me, he starts laughing along.

I finally push him off me, and I sit ontop of him now, bouncing.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry laughs.

"Bouncing." I reply.

"Can you not?" he asks.

"Nah." I shrug. I lay down on top of him, deciding I should tease him.

I grab both his hands, and he looks at me with confusion.

"I know something else I can do." I whisper, inching my face closer to his.

"Like what?" he asks.

"You'll see." I tell him, barely connecting our lips.

"You're a tease, you know that." Harry whispers.

"I know." I smirk.

I start kissing his neck, then his jawline, and then trailing my lips over his once again.

"Why do you do this to me?" Harry asks.

"Because I like to." I shrug.

"Just fucking kiss me already." he tells me.

"I don't think I should do that." I shake my head, continuing what I was doing before.

I feel his hands release from my grip and he pushes my head, so our lips connect.

He flips us over, his grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head.

"Look whos got control now." he whispers.