Golden Heart n.s

27. Falling in Love

Happy Friday people!!! ❤️❤️

!! smut !!

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Harry, much to my disappointment, 'moved out' of mine and Louis' room a couple of days ago, saying he didn't wish to impose on Louis and I. Which, is utter bullshit in my opinion because he's far from imposing. But I guess I gotta see this in Lou's position. If El were to stay in our room, and they're making out like every second of the day, I'd be a little annoyed (even if she's one of my best friends).

So he's staying in a single room on the first floor, in a part of campus I didn't even know existed until now. I've seen it, it's much smaller than Lou and I's— just a bed, wardrobe, and two tiny desks, one by the bed and one by the door.

I make my way to his room, knocking on his door. "'ARRIII BABE!!!" I practically yell. "Wake up!"

I only get a long string of grumbles in response.

I laugh silently to myself, shaking my head in amusement before trying the knob. And wow, he should really learn to lock his door, but at the same time, for times like this, he shouldn't.

I make my way inside, to see him sprawled out on his bed, duvet hanging off the tiny bed which is way too short for his long legs.

"Harryyy come on!!" I shake him awake vigourously. "Wake up you stanky arse, we've got a shift at the cafe."

"Nooo.... go away. It's too early." He grumbles, burying his head deeper into his pillow, arms tucked under his head, displaying a full view of his muscular back, with a peek of his bum that's barely covered by his boxers.

Wow, holy fu-

I mischievously climb onto the bed, before straddling his hips and sitting on his bum. He huffs in surprise at the new weight.

"You're so heavy." He grumbles.

I gasp dramatically. "Rude. And for that, I'll be topping from now on!" I cheer childishly, obviously not meaning it because... well, clearly I can't.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he turns his head to look over his shoulder and at me through sleepy eyes.

"But you have the perfect arse to bottom though." He smirks, eyes raking down my body. I roll my eyes, a flush on my cheeks.

"True." I say, smirking smugly to mask my coyness. "You won't be able to handle me anyway." I tease.

He gasps dramatically, before hoisting himself up to his elbows, making me slide down his bum slightly at his sudden action. He flips himself over to his front, until I'm straddling over his crotch instead, instantly bringing a hot blush to my cheeks when our groins make contact. His large hands splay out on my thighs, keeping me in place over his hips.

What a fun position.

"Says the one who thought riding on my motorcycle was the most exhilarating thing because let's be honest, the most exciting thing you'd be riding is right here," he gestures to himself smugly.

I chuckle loudly, though, I'm not able to help the hot blush on my cheeks. "I'll have you know, that I once did those rodeo thingies where you ride the bull and try not to fall, so that was a pretty wild ride."

"What, a live bull?" Harry asks, a lot more awake now as he raises a brow, seeming to be rather impressed. His British accent is stronger than ever in the question, which is so fucking endearing, even if I've heard British accents everywhere for the past twelve years or so.