Confident

35- Harry's House

"I don't want to study anymore," Harry growled and leaned over and kissed Brooklyn's neck.

"Harry, no," Brooklyn said and pulled away from him. They were both lying on his bed with books scattered in front of them.

"You hate school, you hate studying," Harry mumbled. "Take a break."

"You take a break," Brooklyn said.

"I am," Harry said. "With you."

"No-"

Harry grabbed Brooklyn's shoulders and gently turned her so she was lying on her back, looking up at Harry. "Yes," Harry said. "We have all night to study."

"I want to study now," Brooklyn said and gasped when Harry trailed kisses down her neck.

"No you don't," he said.

"No, I won't let you distract me, Harry!"

"Oh really?" Harry wondered and kissed her jawline, sucking on her skin.

"Y-yeah. I was really starting to understand those French words."

"You were?"

"Uh huh," Brooklyn nodded.

"Babe," Harry sighed, "tais-toi et embrasses-moi."

"I have no idea what you just said-"

Harry's lips stopped Brooklyn talking and she gasped, surprised by his force.

She didn't not like it.

Harry pushed the books off his bed and gently straddled Brooklyn, being careful not to put any weight on her stomach. Brooklyn met Harry's lips eagerly and she grabbed hold of his smooth blond hair, pulling him closer.

Soon enough there was a knock on Harry's door.

"Fucking hell," Harry growled and sat up. "What?"

The door opened and Laura, Greyson's mother, poked her head in. "Oh, gosh, sorry!" Laura apologised, smiling sheepishly when she saw Brooklyn's and Harry's position.

"What is it, Laura?" Harry asked.

"I just wanted to let you know that the move went smoothly," Laura said softly and Brooklyn frowned when Harry tensed. His hands were bunched into fists on either side of her head.

"Anything else?" Harry asked stiffly.

"They asked for you," Laura said.

Harry's eyes widened ever so slightly. "They did?"

Laura smiled and nodded. "Will you go soon? To visit-"

"I'll think about it," Harry said sharply.

"That's always your answer," Laura frowned.

"And I always think about it," Harry snapped. "Thank you, Laura."

"Sorry to interrupt," Laura said and smiled at Brooklyn. "Hi, Brooke."

"Um... hi," Brooklyn said awkwardly.

"You can go now," Harry said.

"I'm cooking dinner. It'll be ready in about an hour if you guys want it," Laura said and stepped back and closed the door behind her.

"Harry," Brooklyn said softly, "are you okay?"

Harry was looking off to the side, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm fine," Harry said dismissively and Brooklyn sat up, placing her hand on Harry's arm.

"No you're not," she said. "What was that about?"