Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

[Elena’s POV]

My back is sweating under my sweatshirt. I try to squeeze my tights, to bring them apart, but nothing soothes the pain. Or the pleasure, I should say. My body screams for a release but Harry wouldn’t give it to me, and now, I’m forced to endure the tightness in my pants in front of his family. I hate him so much.

Gemma and Anne say nothing as we join them in the kitchen. My eyes are probably red and my forehead is probably shiny from the sweat but I can’t help it. A pile of pancakes is sitting in the middle of the table and Harry eagerly picks four of them at once with his fork and piles them up in his plate. Gladly, nobody mentions the little secretive encounter.

“Harry, it’s so nice that you found time to come visit,” Anne chimes with a wide grin. “The house is boring without you.”

“Thanks, mum,” Gemma mutters with a pout. Anne raises an eyebrow at her and they both chuckle at their inside joke.

Harry chews on his food and smiles. “Elena, would you pass me the butter, please?” he asks as he licks the syrup slowly from his fingers… His fingers… One finger at a time. No. I can’t. Stop it.

I nod and hand it to him. “Here.”

My breathing hitches when electricity runs through my core and my eyes widen at the untameable pleasure. Harry notices and smirks while holding a rather calm conversation with his mother.

“Will you be staying in England for the summer?” Ann asks, the attention now turning to me. I move uncomfortably on the chair, wishing that I could stand up to prevent my middle section from pressing against the chair so hard. I breathe heavily and try to concentrate but I can’t. I’ve hardly even touched my pancakes; I’m not very hungry. At least, not for food. “Elena?”

My lack of focus has made me forget Anne’s question. Harry gently rubs my calf with his foot to earn my attention. “Yes?” I reply, unsure. If I try a longer sentence, my voice might break.

“Well, isn’t that lovely! I’m very excited to get to know you, darling,” she beams excitedly. “Has Harry informed you about the wedding?”

The wedding? Harry’s foot glides up my leg, nearing the inside of my thighs. His eyes glance back and forth between Anne and I while Gemma listens quietly. Harry doesn’t show any emotion to what he’s doing to me. It’s pure torture.

“I haven’t mentioned it to her yet, mum. I was going to this week,” Harry replies as my eyes back in their socket from the sudden pressure to my mid part. “I wanted you to meet first.”

He wriggles his toes against me, and I gasp and grip at my utensils harder than I should. His eyes glaze at my reaction and a hint of a smile appears on his lips.

“Mum is getting married in two months and she would really appreciate if you could be Harry’s date,” Gemma joins the conversation.

If he hasn’t mentioned it to me, it probably means he doesn’t want me to go. However, the imperceptible blush creeping on his cheeks makes me believe the opposite. Harry, shy? Is this even possible? I want to smile at his embarrassment but he extends his toes and pokes me roughly at the right place. Oh, god.

“So, what do you say?” Anne grins widely, two dimples digging on each side of her smile. So this is where the dimples come from…

With a smile, well forced, I must say, I reply, “It would be my… pleasure.” If only…

Harry chuckles and covers his mouth with his hand not to be obnoxiously loud. Anne frowns at him but doesn’t say anything, and Gemma shovels food in her mouth, not paying attention to her brother.