blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 83 - normal people have no idea how beautiful the darkness can be

After a couple of shots, I've come to find out that the camera is insanely heavy around my neck when it's resting, so I've decided to never set it down. I have about five dozen random photos of party goers and the incredible set up Amy's managed by now. I never want to take another picture in my life! Her decorative design is exquisite. I'm extremely happy she invited me! This entire day has turned out to be incredible in so many ways. I'm actually fitting in with Harry's friends!

"Hey, you," his husky voice greets me from behind, as his arms snake around my waist.

"Harry," I breathe, instantly smelling the alcohol on his breath.

"You're drunk." I unwrap his arms from around me irritated with his behavior.

Why did I let him out of my sight?

"Whoa, whoa, chill, it's literally just been one drink. I'm fine, I promise," he defends holding his hands up. I look at his face, searching for any signs of drunkenness and come up short. He's right. I let out a small groan, now annoyed with myself.

"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I'm just a little on edge apparently."

He swirls the camera around my neck swiftly, the weight automatically pulling towards my back. With both hands, he pulls me into his embrace and places a light kiss on my lips, repeating the action enticingly.

"I have a couple of ways in mind of how we can take off a little of that stress," he moans, kissing down to my neck. His lips are rough, but gentle against my skin. Though he smells like alcohol, his natural scent still shines through pleasantly.

"Harry!" I scold as soon as he starts sucking harshly, leaving marks. Pushing him away lightly, I try to muster up a serious glare, but fail considerably. His playful mood is always the most fun.

"There are like a billion people around us."

"Let 'em look," he retorts, tightening his hold on me.

I start giggling uncontrollably when he begins to blow raspberries against my skin. His raspberries are insanely wet and I find myself unable to contain my laughter. After successfully pushing him away from me again, I notice that we've gathered the attention of several onlookers and blush fiercely. Harry seems unfazed by this, as he continues the action, forcing me to pull him over into Amy's house to avoid further interruption.

"Harold!" I scold, laughing uncontrollably once the sliding, glass door is shut completely.

"I'm starved," he speaks darkly, a smirk plastered across his face.

"No! Not here," I squeal, running away from him around the island in Amy's massive kitchen. His expression is playfully dark as both of his hands grip the ends of the island. Due to his black, short sleeved shirt the veins in his arms are showing clearly, pushing up the swirls of ink that travel down to his hands.

Though he's still entirely playful he sweeps his hand across the smooth surface of the island, knocking off an assortment of items.

"Harry!"

Her parent's house is quite posh to say the least. I'm sure that everything in her kitchen alone costs more than his truck. And to make matters worse, the entire display is white marble. Amy would surely kill our friendship, and probably me, if she found that I was responsible for breaking anything that her parent's own.

"This is Amy's parents house!" I scold, rushing to pick up the unbroken items.

"Who gives a fuck?"

"I do, Harold. Now get out of here," I breathe slightly annoyed by his lack of care for her. He treats her so poorly.

"Well, I don't and you shouldn't either." With one huge sweep, I'm in his hands, struggling to break his grasp.