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seven*

*Norah's POV*

"Just like that baby, oh shit keep going."

I was kneeling in the shower, sucking Harry off while he held my hair back and thrusted into my mouth.

"Norah," he moaned loudly. His eyes squeezed shut and I gagged slightly as he shot down my throat, his cum dripping down my chin as I stood up.

"How was it?" I laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Fucking amazing," he grinned. His lips pressed softly against mine and I smiled as his tongue swiped over mine.

"How did you get so good at blowjobs?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. He gave me a scrutinizing look but I ignored it and reached across him for the shampoo, squealing when his large hand pinched my side playfully.

"You don't think Gretchen knows about us, do you?" I sighed as Harry massaged shampoo into my hair. My eyes closed in contentment and I could hear his low hum as his hands continued working.

"Maybe, but probably not."

"I don't even know if she knows what sex is."

"How old is she? Ten?"

"Thirteen," I laughed as we switched places. I had to stretch a tiny bit to reach the top of his head but it didn't bother me since I loved his hair so much. "Do you think she knows what it is?"

"Does she have like sex ed or something?"

I shrugged.

"Maybe your parents told her."

I shrugged.

"Or she could just watch TV. And don't you dare shrug again or so help me-"

I laughed and we rinsed our hair out quickly, the water doing wonders for my bruised leg and hip.

"Are those from soccer?"

"Yeah," I frowned. "I got them like a week ago and they still haven't faded yet."

He skimmed his fingers over them and I couldn't stop the goosebumps from rising on my skin. His touch was electric, his fingers sending me into a frenzy of want and need for him. Almost like an addiction, I always wanted him touching me, whether it be the most innocent of pinches or the most sexual of caresses.

"Like a battle wound," he grinned. I let out a deep breath and looked at my reflection in the mirror, scowling slightly when I saw the red mark on my collarbone.

"How am I supposed to cover this? I have practice tomorrow morning, Harry."

"Just tell the truth," he shrugged. "You don't have to say who did it."

I scoffed and he kissed the mark softly, his hands gently squeezing my sides as I let out a deep breath.

"I have practice tomorrow morning, too," he said suddenly, his eyes widening in realization. "Maybe we're practicing together!"

"Oh god," I laughed. "That would be disastrous."

"It would be fun."

"Or terrible."

"Or fun."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"I will hit you," I laughed lightly, smacking him as we jogged down the stairs. Gretchen still wasn't up yet but Kat was in the kitchen, a scowl on her lips as she looked in our refrigerator.

"You don't have any food," she sighed. "I thought you went to the store."

I shrugged.

"I'll go," Harry piped up. "I need some chocolate milk anyway, we're out at my house."

Kat nodded and looked down at her phone screen, giving Harry and me a chance to slip out the front door.

"You need to stay here princess," he said with a grin. "Hold down the fort while I'm gone."

"I want to come," I pouted. It was a weird and new feeling, but suddenly I always wanted to be around Harry. I wanted to see him and talk to him and hear his laugh, it was odd but I couldn't help it.

"You will come baby," he chuckled. "Later, I promise."

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"So what's the deal with you and Harry?" Kat asked as we stood in my kitchen eating ice and waiting for Harry to return from the store. "You guys seem different lately."

"Nothing," I shrugged. "Same old, same old."

"Liar," she grinned, nudging me with her elbow. "Come on, you can tell me."

"Nothing is going on!" I repeated with a laugh. "I think you're just being paranoid."

"Then how did you get that hickey on your chest?"

I looked down at my chest and realized I was only wearing one of Harry's old tank tops that dipped pretty low- so low that you could see the mark on my collarbone.

"Um, I plead the fifth," I muttered. She rolled her eyes and began to say something else, but then Gretchen walked in and I was saved.

"Where is Harry?" was the first thing she asked.

"He went to the store," I answered, raising my eyebrows at her. "Why? Do you miss him?"

"No," she snapped. Her cheeks were bright red and she glared at me as I shrugged.

"It was a just a question."

"A stupid one."

"Fùck," Kat groaned suddenly. "My dad is flipping out. I have to go but I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Bye."

She hurried out the door and Gretchen rolled her eyes at me, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared.

"What's going on in here?" Harry chuckled as he sauntered in. Immediately a weight fell off my shoulders and my heart swelled. What the fùck? Since when did I get butterflies when I see Harry?

"Norah is being annoying," Gretchen snapped. "As usual."

"Aw," Harry cooed sarcastically. "Not my sweet little Norah."

"I'm leaving," Gretchen grumbled. As soon as she rounded the corner I wrapped my arms around Harry's solid torso and he smiled down at me, a confused smile that made me pull away.

"Um, hey?" he laughed softly. "Miss me baby?"

"No," I shook my head, blushing furiously. "I-I just um...wanted you to come back so I could-so I could...um."

"Suck my dick?"

I smacked his chest and he winced playfully, his hands tickling my sides as I tried to leave the room. I ended up with my back pressed to his chest, his hand around my stomach and his erection pushing against my butt.

"Well I missed you too," he murmured, his minty breath sending chills down my spine. His mouth was inches away from my skin and I wanted it- I wanted him.