quarantined // H.S. FANFIC

Four

He stands up and I wrap my legs around his waist a bit tighter. When we get to the bed he throws me down and climbs over me with hands on either side of my head. I slowly take my bottom lip between my teeth as he stares down, confidence from the alcohol running through my veins. Before I know it, he dips his head down and is all over me once again.

"Shirt," I mumble out in between kisses, "off." He happily obliges, tossing it on the floor.

"Shirt- off," he mimics with a grin.

"I give you permission," I say mischievously, allowing him to take it off himself.

He gently lifts my body up and pulls it off, scanning my chest up and down. He pushes me back down taking my bare breasts into his hands and kissing my body. My head soon falls back, taking my mind into an abyss of overwhelming pleasure.

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The sun shines through my curtains filling my dark room with its bright rays. I slowly sit up, rubbing my temples to relieve my pounding headache. My breath momentarily stops when I see the empty white claw cans and handle of vodka. I then start to remember what happened last night. I saw Harry in the kitchen, we ended up in my room to have a drink or two, then we started KISSING. Holy shit. HARRY.

I turn my head to my right to see a sleeping Harry. I quickly get up and throw on my shirt from last night, then start grabbing Harry's clothes and tossing them on the bed.

"HARRY!" I whisper shout shaking him from his sleep, "Get up!!"

He slowly starts to open his eyes and sits up.

"Whats wrong?" He asks confused.

"What do you mean whats wrong?!" I say, "Your naked in your best friends little sisters bed!"

"When you say it like that it sounds bad."

"I can say it any way I want and it sounds bad. How are you not freaking out right now?" I ask.

"Calm down, no one knows or else we would've been woken up and it's not like what we did was a crime. Yeah, it would be bad if someone found out, but no one did. We are just two horny somewhat mature and somewhat adults that used each other for a little distraction. Thats all." he says as if what we did was nothing.

I angrily stomp to the bathroom to freshen up leaving him to show himself out of my bedroom. As i thought, he is gone when i get back. When I finally make myself downstairs, Harry is making conversation with my family and everyone else seems normal. I don't know if i should be relieved that no one knows what happened or annoyed at how easy going and careless Harry is about all this.

I decide to be a little bit of both and make my way back upstairs after pouring a cup of orange juice and snagging a slice of bacon from my brothers plate. When I arrive back in my room, I decide that if Harry is gonna think what we did was so easy and meaningless, then not doing it again would be fine too.

Though, torturing him sounds fun which leads me to pull on my best push up bra I own with a tight low cut tank top and some short shorts. This is gonna be fun...