Blinded by You

Chapter Twenty- Black Underwear and a Plaid Shirt

Still Harry's POV:

I didn't know what to say. There was nothing to say. It didn't seem needed. Her skin was soft against mine and i felt her softly play with my fingers. A wide smile spread across my face and I moved to lean against the wall.

"Do you wanna get some ice cream?" I grinned and kissed her forehead.

"Do you wanna get some ice cream?" she laughed.

"C'mon, beautiful." I pulled her hand as I got up but soon felt her pull away from me.

"I'm not dressed."

"Babe, you're gorgeous naked. It's okay," I laughed.

"What if Ashton comes home?" she sighed.

"Fine. Take my shirt and put on some underwear."

"Where did we throw them?"

"Here you go love," I murmured, handing her my shirt and a clean pair of underwear.

"Thanks. Now close your eyes," she blushed.

"Ellen," I teased.

"Harry."

"Fine." Walking down the hall toward what I assumed was Ashton's old room, I dug through his dresser for a pair of sweatpants. Pulling them on, they were actually quite comfortable as I walked back towards Ellen's room and met her halfway.

"You look beautiful," I beamed, looking at her from head to toe. My shirt hung quite well on her and the underwear covered the smooth skin under her belly button. I almost got another hard on just looking at her.

"You're a bad liar," she giggled. Running my fingertips against her warm sides under my shirt, I picked her up over my shoulder and her giggle became louder.

"Put me down!"

"Nope," I grinned.

"Harry, I'm gonna fart on you if you don't," she tried to sound intimidating but failed as she began to laugh again. Running my hand over her long, smooth legs, I kissed the birthmark on her right hip as we reached the bottom of the staircase. Making our way toward the kitchen, I sat her down on the granite island and walked toward the refrigerator, opening the freezer.

"Okay, we've got Chocolate, Double Chocolate, and Rocky Road. What do you want, sweetheart?" I asked, looking at her just sitting on the counter and smiling like an idiot.

"Whatever you want, baby." I could see by the look on her face she wasn't sure about calling me that. I chuckled as I pulled out the Double Chocolate and slowly walked toward her.

"I like it when you call me baby," I smiled, kissing her cheek as she handed me a spoon. She slightly blushed and turned away to hide her wide smile as I stuck the spoon into the ice cream. Putting my index finger on her cheek and turning her face back toward me, she looked surprised.

"Here," I laughed, holding the spoon at her lips.

"I have a spoon," she chuckled.

"We can share," I grinned at her taking the bite.

"This is really good," she giggled, wiping at some dribbling down her chin.

"You got some right," I paused, leaning toward her. "There." Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, she smiled against mine and kissed me back. Her hand gripped the back of my neck and kept our faces together. Slamming the ice cream on the counter, I pulled her hips, sliding them closer to me.

"This is better than the ice cream," she laughed as I kissed her neck.

"Much better," I grinned and my hands gripped tighter on her warm skin.

Ellen's POV:

It felt so odd to be showing someone so much affection. I mean, I had only had one so-called "boyfriend" before Harry and it was nothing like this. Shane had gone out on what I called a "pity date" with me and we ended up becoming more friends than a couple. However, we all know high school kids. It got around that we had gone on one date and the whole school flipped shit. We didn't even kiss or anything. But here I was, sitting on my kitchen counter, having a rather intense make out session. Oh, how things do change when you least expect it.

"Okay, horn dogs, I'm in here!" I heard Ashton's voice call with a chuckle and I jerked away from Harry, clearing my throat and trying to calm my breathing.

"Um, Harry and I were just, just-"

"Having some ice cream," Harry finished.

"Sure. Just ice cream," Ashton laughed. I began to blush and jumped off the counter.

"We're going back upstairs. Call if you need anything," I sighed, my hand having a death grip on Harry's.

"Just try not to be too loud. My room is two doors down from yours and Blakely isn't blasting his music as usual." Taking a deep breath, Harry followed me up the stairs and I quietly closed my bedroom door behind us.

"Dear God," I sighed, plopping down on my bed. "That was embarrassing."

"What? We were just kissing and having fun," Harry laughed, but I could hear a waver of hurt in his voice.

"Just being half naked in front of my brother and him walking in on out private moment."

"I thought you'd had a boyfriend before me. Didn't he walk in on you guys?" Harry asked. "Shit, I didn't mean it like that."

"He wasn't even my boyfriend. He took me out on a pity date. We didn't kiss or anything, people just assume shit too much."

"So I was-"

"Yeah."

"And you never-"

"Pretty much." To keep from crying, I chuckled. I felt Harry wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close to him.

"Well, my beautiful butterfly," he murmured, kissing my hair. "I would never take you on a pity-date. Only real ones."