Kissy |HS|

Ch. 16

[ Okay, so I lied, it's been way longer than a few days. And I really don't have an excuse, I just didn't have motivation. But if it's of any consolation, I made up for it with a very long...very GRAPHIC chapter.

This is not a pg-13 chapter, it's very descriptive and if you don't like it, I apologize greatly. If you do, fantastic, enjoy!]

After our very intense, yet somewhat comical moment in the kitchen, Avery went to work, and Harry made himself comfortable in the apartment. I carried myself back to bed and waited as he freshened up from his plane ride back.

While scrolling through my instagram to keep myself entertained, I may have accidentally landed on Harry's account- on purpose.

My eyes shifted to the bathroom door,  then back to my phone. I was curious to see what he was like on social media, but I didn't want him to know I was looking. His pictures mostly consisted of tour pictures. Other pictures were of him, but again still somehow involved in a stage performance.

The further back I went, the more his posts became less about him, and more about other people.

His acceptance of all, his respect for those we've lost. I swear this man couldn't be more kind and loving, and to be honest it made my heart stop a little. 

I smiled as his captions and photos got more random. A picture of a dayquil wrapper that said "tear at notch" had over eight-hundred thousand likes and over twenty-four thousand comments. If I posted that, I'd get one pity like and a message from both my parents asking if I've caught the bug.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing!" I yelled and tossed my phone, hurriedly positioning myself casually with my arms behind my head.

My eyes met Harry's, his torso bare and a towel wrapped around his waist. He leaned against the door way,  arms crossed and a smirk set upon his lips.

"I uh- was just admiring my room and thinking about redesigning it. Stuff like that just brings a grin to my face."

He chuckled and walked into the room.

"I see," he looked around the room and tapped his chin with his index finger. "What were you thinking?"

I blushed, and tried to think of something on the spot.

I shrugged, "More color? You know, I just feel like my room is so dead," I said as an exasperated sigh left my mouth.

He pursed his lips and grabbed my phone from the ground.

"No-"

"Ohh, yes I believe this would make for very good decor."

I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone, but Harry drew back, using his tallness as an advantage against me.

I jumped and all he had to do to counteract was stand on his tippy toes.

"Harry, there's nothing fair about this," I said chuckling with a hint of annoyance. He found my struggle amusing.

"Come on, reach love, I know you can do it," he says as he laughs.

I groaned and jumped up, pushing my body against his. I was so close each time, and yet barely there. I huffed, pushing the hair out of my face, trying to think of the best possible way to get it. I stepped back and crossed my arms, to which he held his hands behind his back, scanning my body for a brief moment. 

"Now, as honored as I feel, why are you scrolling through my instagram so far back. I can't imagine it would be too great to have my black sock and white sock on your wall."