Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 21

∞ Chapter 21 ∞

"Come on, vamanos! Let's go!" Harry says, speaking a word that I have heard on a children's telly show, Dora the Explorer.

"Hold your fucking horses, Dora," I joke and he glares at me.

"I am not Dora. Do I look like a fat ass Spanish girl with mushroom hair and a stupid fucking bag or map?" Harry grunts.

"It's a backpack. Get it right, Harold," I say and he cringes.

"Don't call me that," Harry says.

"Why not?"

"Because the name is fucking disgusting."

"Your mum named you that."

"I know but Harold sounds so formal," he says while wincing.

"Harold was the name of the King, Fiona's father, in Shrek," I say with a small snicker.

"You watch too much TV," Harry says with a small smile.

"I know."

"All right, let's go in the backyard," he says.

"Okay, Dora," I say with a smile.

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry, Harold."

"Don't call me that either."

"All right, Bitch."

"There's the Jade I know and love," Harry says and I fake a smile. I mean, I cannot control his feelings towards me but this love shit is... new.

He grabs my hand, pulling me out the door. I gasp.

Acres and acres of green trees and nature surrounds the lot. There are plenty trees and plants with fruits dangling from the stems.

"Wow..." I murmur.

Harry smiles. "I know right, I used to visit here with Gemma and my mum when I was younger."

I look to my feet as we walk towards the fruit filled trees. "It must be nice to have a family. A mum who cares about you... you're lucky."

His smile saddens. "I'm pretty sure they hate me."

I perk up, my eyebrows furrowing. "Your mum loves you. Even if you got a paper cut, she would be there for you in a heartbeat. I have no one."

"You have the girls," Harry says, picking up a brown basket from beside the tree.

"Yeah, but they have no blood relation to me. I mean, I love those girls to death but... they're not... actual family," I say quietly, looking off to the side.

He walks closer to me, holding his hands in mine as his warmth envelopes my hands.

"You have people who love you. If it makes you that upset, I will try and locate where they are," Harry offers, squeezing my hands in his.

I look up at him. "You would do that for me?"

He inches his face closer to my own. "I would do anything for you."

His warm breath fans over my face, smelling of French vanilla.

We stare at each other until he opens his mouth. "I have the urge to kiss you real hard right now."

I move my face closer to his. "Then kiss me, Bitch."

Harry smirks, pushing the space between us to kiss me. His paw-like hands are now on my hips, holding me down as I pull at his curls. A deep, throaty moan escapes from his lips. My insides heat up, almost like a fire igniting in my body. Harry moves his hands down to my bum, and I let out a squeak.