Human

/seventeen/

My family finally left last night after dinner. They had a nine o'clock flight. Harry and I bided our goodbyes to my parents and sister.

It's now ten-thirty in the morning on Sunday. I lay in my pajamas on the couch eating cereal and watching reruns of Friends.

I hear a knock on my door as I rinse off my cereal bowl. I lay it in the sink and dry off my hands. I hear another knock. "I'm coming, damn." I mumble.

I swing the door open to find a tall man with familiar green eyes. "Harry?" My eyes widen as I realize what I'm wearing and how my hair must look.

He looks down at my tank top and shorts. He reaches his hands down to my hips, covering the skin where my shirt failed to do so. "Hi, love." He said, smirking.

I blush lightly and give him a small smile. I step out of the way for him to enter. "No, I'm not coming in unless you say yes to going on a date with me." He puts his hand out signaling for me to stop moving.

"When?"

"Now." He responds. I furrow my eyebrows and shift my weight to my other leg.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, of course. Just come sit down. I'll go get ready." I bite my lip to hide my smile. Harry smirks and follows me back into my home.

"Uh, you can sit down there." I point to the couch and hand him the remote.

"You like Friends too?" He grins and looks up to me. I smile lightly and nod. "It's my favorite." He adds.

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About an hour later, I'm finally ready. Harry sits patiently where I left him. As I enter the living room Harry looks up to me, smiling ear to ear. "I love Rachel and Ross' relationship, they're so dysfunctional." He tells me as I put on my jacket. I smile and shake my head.

"They really are." I laugh, agreeing. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and pulls me into his chest. I feel his warm breath trickle against my skin. His lips kiss my temple and he releases me.

"Ready?" He asks, grinning at me like a little boy. I poke his dimples and he smiles wider. I nod, and intertwine our fingers.

"So where are we going?" I ask as he helps me into the car. He doesn't answer me. He only slips into the seat beside me and pulls out of my drive way.

"You know how to swim, yeah?" He asks me. I nod, cocking an eyebrow. He grins, "Good."

Twenty minutes later, we pull into a small field. Harry took me to a deserted field. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slips from his seat. He runs around and opens my door for me. "Harry I don't have a bathing suit." I tell him as I see the dock surrounded by water. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

"Good thing I bought you this then." He says, pulling out the smallest bikini I've ever seen. I shake my head instantly.

"You'd have to think I'm crazy to swim in that!" I exclaim. He continues to smirk at me.

"It's either this or your birthday suit, baby. You choose."

I groan and snatch the 'swim suit' from his large hands. "At least turn around then!" I shout and push at his shoulders. He chuckles but finally does as I said.

After stripping and then pulling up the bottoms, I ask Harry to tie the back. His warm hands meet my skin, causing an erratic feeling to spread throughout my entire body. His hands move to tie the other strings around my neck. Once he's done, his hands slowly run across my arms and to my hands.

I turn to face him and am instantly met with his lips. He moves his lips carefully across my own. I slide my tongue to meet his and let it explore. The way his warm tongue wrestles with mine is enough to have my fingers fisting his hair. He smiles, pulling away. "Shall we?" He smiles, taking my hand and leading me to the dock.

I playfully swing our hands back and forth. He smiles as his arms link underneath my knees and carries me the rest of the way to the dock. "Ready?" He asks. I give him a confused look until he begins running towards the end of the dock and into the water.

"Harry wait-" We both sink into the water. I swim up to the top, catching my breath. Harry pops up next to me moments later. I splash him and he looks at me bewildered.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For getting my hair wet, you jackass!" I laugh at his hurt expression. He pokes his lower lip out and gives me a puppy-dog look.

"Oh, c'mon. It was an accident." He lies. I scoff, rolling my eyes.

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"So, why'd you lie about why you moved here?" I ask Harry. We're playing twenty questions. He just questioned me on my sexual experiences. In which I slapped his arm.

He sighs deeply. He sits up and looks over to me. He gives me a smile, but it quickly fades when he sees I'm not amused. He rubs his hand over his faces and let's out a grunt. "Okay. So, I lied. Big deal. It's not like I'm a murder. I just didn't want to tell you the reason why we moved."

I stand up and cross my arms over my chest. I grimace as he gives me a questioning look. "Wrong answer, jackass."

He stands just as quickly as I did. "Excuse me? Sorry if I don't want to tell you my whole life story, Addyylyn!" He quickly picks up my belongings and shoves them into my arms. "Get dressed. We're leaving." He growls.

I quickly put on my clothes as he does the same. He finishes before me and begins to stomp off. I run after him and grab his arm. He turns around quickly and glares at me through his long lashes.

"What Addyylyn?" He shouts. I don't back down as I normally would. I step closer and frown.

"Lower your voice. You have no right to raise your voice at me. I wanted to know why you moved from England. There's no reason for you to flip shit and start shouting at me." I ball my fists at my sides.

Harry grins down at me. "What the fuck are you laughing at?" I'm starting to lose my temper.

"My dad left us. My mom wanted a new start so we moved here." He says, walking away, waiting for me to follow. What? This man will be the death of me.

A/N: GUYS IM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH