𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌.

siete

chapter seven- mile high club?
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the sound of cars honking and noisy chatter filled harry and rosalita's ears as they walked through the parking garage of the airport.

"what did you pack in here?" harry questioned, huffing as he adjusted rosalita's furry pink duffle bag over his shoulder."not like were staying there for a week."

rosalita only shrugged.

they checked in and made their way around the airport and pass the tsa before getting to their final destination. "harry wait!"

harry turned around and looked at her with an annoyed look. "i want starbucks."

harry rolled his eyes before nodding and going to take his seat. about twenty minutes later rosalita came back with two drinks and two croissants.

she squeezed her way through passed strangers before plopping down near harry. "got you a coffee papi. and two croissants for me!"

"can i have one?" harry asked as rosalita stared at him,"we'll see...." he shook his head in annoyance
as he grabbed the coffee from her small hand. rosalita pushed the straw into her large strawberry refresher drink getting comfortable on harry.

she draped her legs over his thighs and nuzzled her head into his neck while scrolling on her phone. harry looked down at her. "you're a tad bit to comfortable for my liking."

rosa shrugged,"and you're my boyfriend for the weekend. i'm just getting into character."

harry rolled his eyes, not even attempting to move her as he watched rosalita scroll through twitter. harry furrowed his brows once he noticed what rosie was looking at. rosalita was on a twitter porn page, specifically a gay one. harry peered down at rosalita, who was just staring that a screen with a straight face. is she seriously watching...

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"soooo when did you come to america?" rosalita questioned, trying to make small talk as she looked over at a bored harry. the two had finally boarded the plane and had about four hours left of their flight.

"uh, age 13," he replied, "my parents wanted me to live with my aunt in america. something about america having amazing opportunities." he added before letting out a small yawn.

rosie nodded her head as harry looked over at her. "you weren't born in america right? i think i remember hearing one of your friends call you a immigrant.."

rosie laughed lightly, "yeah i was born in mexico. lived there until i was 5 and then lived in trinadad, for about two years and then i moved to miami."

"oh," harry responded. this was the first time the two were actually conversing and rosalita wasn't saying something dirty. "do you ever miss it back home?"

"yeah," rosalita nodded, but then nodded." luckily i go back every summer." it fell silent upon them. she didn't know what the hell else to talk. rosalita may come off as a thirsty hoe most of the time, but she's way more than that. her friends know that, but harry however doesn't know that.

"you know it's a kinda funny to me how you haven't said anything sexual to me the whole day," harry spoke up as the pilot made an announcement for the flight attendants.

"you want me to?" rosalita asked with raised eyebrows as she looked over at harry. "cause when i usually talk i just be talking shit, i can show you how this mouth work forreal papi-"

harry quickly clasped his hand over her mouth, quickly shutting her up, "God, never mind." rosalita let out a small laugh before licking harry's hand and biting it. he let out a small grunt of disgust as he looked over at rosa like she was crazy.

rosalita only shrugged to herself before slumping into her seat while harry stared at her in bewilderment. she really just bit me...

a few moments of silent passed over the two as harry felt himself falling into sleep.

"hey harry?" rosalita called out.

harry looked over at her.

"wanna watch my onlyfans videos?"

rosalita | chapter seven