Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 26

Next Day

I wake up to the sound of my alarm and Harry's irritated groan. I wipe my eyes from my sleepy slumber and remember that Harry and I fell asleep in my bed once again after listening to cd's and talking all night. I smack Harry's head with my pillow and laugh as his fluffy chestnut hair covers his face.

"Harry, get up. We have school." I say as I get out of bed.

Today was Tuesday. My mother was coming home today. Also meaning that Harry and I can no longer stay the night with each other and he couldn't be here anymore. If my mom knew that I had a boyfriend, she would question me non-stop.

I don't know exactly what time she is coming home but she'll be back by the time I'm done with school. The thought of Harry not being able to stay the night anymore made me upset. I'd miss him, but then again, I could finally go to sleep without someone laying on top of me and making me sweat.

I was not excited at all to go back to school. Today was the day I dreaded the most. It was the day that I didn't want people to pay attention to. The day that usually every individual loves.

Today was my damn birthday.

After putting on a simple tie-dye shirt and light colored blue jeans, I slipped on my vans and went to the bathroom while Harry continued to lay in my bed.

After looking at my awful appearance in the mirror, I decide to take out the braid that I had my hair in last night and let the natural waves rest on my spine. While swiping a few layers of mascara on my eyelashes, I here ruffling from my room.

"Where are you?" Harry shouts from what sounds like down the hall.

"Bathroom."

"Are you taking a shit? 'Cause if you are I'm not coming in." He laughs at his own joke.

"No! I'm putting makeup on!" My cheeks flush.

He walks in in nothing but his grey boxer briefs. His hand rubs one of his eyes from sleep and the other arm wraps around my waist, pulling my back to his chest.

"Happy Birthday, baby." His rugged morning voice speaks into my ear.

I know I said that I don't like people paying attention to my birthday, but it makes me feel warm inside that Harry remembered.

"Thank you, but please don't say anything about my birthday at school please."

His smile turns into a small frown. "Why not?"

I slide the tube of mascara back into the drawer. "I don't like people making a big deal about my birthday."

"Oh c'mon. Freshmen year, you through a party remember?"

My mind brings me to my 15th birthday when my face was shoved in a white frosted cake and staying in my room for the rest of the night. That was the last party that I had. Not because I got my face in a cake, but because after that, I just wasn't into having parties anymore. Everybody just stands around bored because nobody has drugs or alcohol.

"Yeah but I don't like having birthday parties anymore."

"Okay. I won't say anything. But I do have a few presents for you and I want to take you out friday if that isn't a problem." He says as he turns me around to face him and kisses my forehead.

"I don't like presents." I whined.

"But I know you'll like my presents so shut up." He turns me around in his grip and plants his lips softly on mine. It was slow, so agonizingly slow. But it was sweet. The butterflies in my stomach danced inside of me and I couldn't make myself end it so we wouldn't be late for school.

His hands moved from my hips to the back of my thighs and lifted me up on to the cold tiled counter. When I pull away to oxygenate my lungs, I warn Harry, "We have to go to school."

"Five minutes." He says before smashing his lips hard against mine so I couldn't respond.

I lean back to try and pull away but he wraps his hands in my hair and pulls a harshly to make my head tilt up to the ceiling. His lips trail from my mouth to my neck and my breath goes rigid at the rough sensation. His teeth pulled and sucked on the sensitive skin, his tongue swirling and swiping gently on my neck. My chest rised and fell faster as the ache between my legs became more vulnerable.

His hands trailed down and rubbed my chest in a slow circular pattern. A frustrating groan came out from my mouth. His mouth came back in contact with mine and moved against my lips roughly and fast. My hands were played over his as I pushed one of his hands down between my legs. He breathed in a deep breath before slightly pulling his mouth away from mine to speak.

"I can feel how wet you are through your jeans, baby." He moaned. His eyes stayed on mine and I could barely keep mine open. "You're so hot, Faithlyn."

His palm added more pressure to my core before unbuttoning my pants. But before I could feel his hand pull down my jeans, I felt nothing at all. His lips were no longer on mine and his hands weren't on me. I opened my eyes and he was smirking in front of me with his hands behind his back.

"Why'd you stop?" I panted.

"Don't worry. I'll finger you later." My cheeks heated up as he chuckled. "But we really should get to school." He pecked my lips before leaving the bathroom.

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I'm so sorry for the short update and I'm so sorry for taking forever to update. I really have no excuse for not updating besides I was busy because I got a boyfriend but we only lasted 5 months so we aren't dating anymore and I've been a little sad and I'm only a sophomore in high school so I still have to focus on school and homework.

But I'm trying really hard to update and I'm gonna be adding some stuff in here that have either happened to me or a friend because a lot of shit has gone down since the last time I updated.

on a completely random note: I'm a virgin I promise..