Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 23

Avery's POV

I wake up to Harry sitting up. I worriedly open my eyes to him now standing and stretching, butt ass naked.

"Where are you going?" I question, confused. Harry picks up his underwear and tiredly smiles.

"Just to the bathroom, darling. Go back to sleep." I nod, but first stand up to throw a t shirt on. I put on a pair of panties as well, feeling a bit too exposed with no undies on.

I then lay back down, and reach for my phone on my night stand. I have a couple missed texts from Olivia, and a couple Twitter notifications.

My heart stops immediately as I see a missed text from one person in particular that I'd least expect - Cole. I unlock my phone and open it, suddenly feeling very sick. What does he want?

The text reads "Avery, we need to talk." I stare at my phone in disbelief, shock clearly displayed on my face. Harry walks back into my bedroom, only in his boxers.

I look at him and then back to my phone in disbelief. What the fuck?

Harry walks over to me with a confused expression on his face. He lays down and rests his chin on my shoulder, softly kissing my skin.

"What's up, Av?" He asks, peppering my skin.

"Cole. You know Cole, right?" I ask, and sit up.

He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows. "Yeah? Your dick ex boyfriend?"

"He - he texted me. I haven't spoken to him in months, probably a year. Actually, it's been over a year. I never talk to him, ever-" I frantically speak, but Harry cuts me off.

"Avery, breathe, babe. You're talking too fast that I can't understand you. What did he say?" He says, and I take a couple deep breathes.

"He said that we need to talk," I show him my phone, and he has a disgusted look on his face.

"No the fuck you don't," Harry spits, reading the text. That's the only text in our conversation, since I deleted our convo after we broke up. I couldn't bear to have it haunt me like that.

"Don't respond to him. He's not with your time, he can go fuck himself," Harry says in disgust. I giggle at his protectiveness, and peck his soft lips.

"Okay, you're right. I definitely won't respond." Harry smiles and kisses me, his mouth hot and enticing.

"I don't want that jackass to ever talk to you again. Tell me if he texts you again, okay?" He asks, and cups my cheek.

"Okay, I will. I promise. I love you, Harry," I say, and he kisses my cheek.

"I love you more, Avery," he whispers, glaring down at my lips. I lean in and kiss him, our lips molding together.

He pulls back and then brings me in for a hug. We pull away and lay together, as I examine and trace all of his tattoos.

"I like this one," I say, admiring the eagle on his arm. It's so unique, and pretty. There's almost nothing else on his right arm, the eagle standing alone.

"Mmm, the eagle? I like that one, too. It stands for freedom," Harry explains, and I nod. He's so adorable. He's really that type that has a cute meaning or story behind each tattoo. Figures.

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The next couple of days are pretty chill. I never responded to Cole, and he thankfully hasn't texted me again. Harry and I have been out and about all day, getting Christmas decorations for our apartments. I don't have much, and with Thanksgiving being next week, I need to stock up. I am one to start listening to Christmas music as early as possible, and to put up the tree as early as possible. I just love Christmas time so much.