Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 122

Part 122

My eyes lightly open to see my dorm, Harry's body still sleeping under mine. I have no idea when we got in here and I also have no idea what time we got in last night. All I know is that I'm tired and Harry is a perfect body to lie on. My hat is still on and Harry's arms are wrapped tightly around me, my head on his chest.

"Harry you need to wake up," I whisper, class starting in an hour. I try to move off his body but he tightens his arms, my lips frowning. This is unfair.

"Harry, love, it's time to get up," I try again, his lips curving into a smile. He doesn't move and just holds me tighter, my hands grabbing his shoulders.

"We have to go," I say, his throat releasing a groan. He puckers his lips and I just stare at him, his left eye opening.

"Can I at least have a kiss? An hour of sleep is not a lot of sleep for me," he smiles, puckering his lips again. I laugh and I kiss his extended lips, his hands pressing into my back.

A knock on the door sounds and we ignore it, all until I hear the few words I did not want to hear.

"Campus Union. Time for your dorm check."

My eyes widen along with Harry's and I move off the bed. I push Harry into the closet and another knock sounds.

"Just a second," I say, closing the closet door. I walk to the annoying knock on the door and grab the doorknob, opening it to see one of the ladies from the office. She walks in and does her checklist, praying Harry doesn't make a noise.

"Just a follow up reminder for you, no boys are allowed to be in here after 7 p.m., no microwaves or fast food, and no pets. You seem fine and your room is in order so you passed the test," she says, my head nodding. She walks out of the room and I close the door. Harry falls out of the closet and I laugh, his feet stumbling to stand up. His hair is everywhere and it falls in front of his face, his arms trying to push himself up.

"Damn," he says, grabbing the small of his back. I walk towards him and grab his cheeks, still lightly laughing. He smiles and presses his lips on mine, my arms moving to wrap around his neck.

"I'm engaged to a rule breaker," he whispers, his comment making me laugh. Harry lets me go after he kisses my cheek and I walk to my closet, grabbing jeans and a sweater. I change without caring, considering Harry's searching through his drawer for new clothes. He has his own drawer considering I've made him stay here multiple times.

"Are you going to try to wear the wig or can you go without it?" He asks, taking his shirt off.

"I was going to try it," I say, pulling my jeans up my legs. He nods and unbuttons his jeans and puts on a different pair. He walks towards me as he attempts to put on a shirt but stops to watch me figure the wig out. I put it on and immediately take it off.

"Nope, I look stupid," I say, putting the beanie back on. He smiles and puts his shirt on, grabbing my waist.

"I like you without the hat even better," Harry says, my hands grabbing his waist.

"Too bad. My head gets pretty cold," I say, my head resting on his chest.

His hands come up to my cheeks and he pulls the hat over my eyes and lifts me up. I laugh and he places me on the bed, tickling my sides with his gentle hands. My hands grab his wrists, my laugh not being able to stop.

"Harry," I laugh, his lips pressing to my cheek. His eyes shine down when he watches me, his hands fixing the beanie to see my eyes better. He leans down and kisses me softly.

"Your laugh can cure a thousand sad people," he whispers, my eyes looking up at him.

"Just because you're happy and beautiful," he continues, my fingers grabbing his cheeks. My eyes close when he presses his forehead on mine and I hold him to me. His lips softly press little kisses to my lips and I smile, opening my eyes to see his.