camp cherry | hs

thirty four

HANA

Harry and I spend a while just kissing, keeping the interaction pretty innocent compared to our usual make-out sessions. My back remains flat to the bed and Harry lies on his side beside me, leaning over slightly and holding my cheek, my leg tucked between his.

Ella knocks on the door, staring through the slightly dirty glass with pursed lips. Harry smiles and, unfortunately, pulls his lips away from mine, allowing his head to fall to my shoulder as she pushes it open, ranting about how we're gonna be caught within days if we're gonna make out with windows open, which we know the risks of.

"Time?" Harry mumbles lazily, voice muffled from his lips pressing lightly to my collarbone, nestling his nose against my neck.

"Ten minutes to dinner," I kiss his forehead quickly, pushing him over and sliding out. He groans and clutches his overly touchy hands onto my waist in an attempt to pull me back, which doesn't work, unfortunately for him.

"It's pizza today," Ella informs us excitedly. Harry soon sits up and tugs his shoes back on at the mention of one of his favourite foods, excitement running through my veins, too - I feel like I've not eaten pizza in months. She zooms towards the dining hall, leaving Harry and I to finish up quickly.

"Stay at mine tonight?" he requests, slowly backing me up into the wall with bright eyes and his teeth plucking at his lips to hide a smile.

"Can't, baby. Kimi and Penny have already noticed I'm gone all the time, Ella can only come up with so many excuses. And I have to stop staying out all night, at least," I reply, a teasing undertone to my voice and a frown covering Harry's strong features.

"Please," he pouts in an attempt to convince me, hands squeezing my hips and pulling me towards him playfully, his height towering over me - he has to be at least half a foot taller than me.

"How about... two nights a week, I'll stay at yours. I'll come to yours but I need to be back here for lights out and sleep here. I'm sorry, baby, but we're being too obvious. I don't want us to be caught," I defend my point. He accepts and agrees, pointing out some times we had been way, way, way too evident; honestly, it's a miracle we haven't been caught by anyone so far, except Ella.

"Three nights?" he bargains hopefully.

"Two nights and I'll fuck you at least three times a week," I compromise, knowing he would agree easily, which he does. Formally shaking my hand before kissing my forehead, he drifts his lips over to my cheek and peppers light pecks across my whole face, my hands trying to cover me to prevent his ticklish attack, although my laughs and his hands holding my wrists away make it very difficult. "C'mon, I want pizza," I giggle, finally managing to fend him off and slip out the door, my shoes thankfully already on.

"Can I at least fuck you tonight?" he pleads, his pout making it almost impossible to reject him.

"We'll see," I feel cruel for giving him hope, but after last night I need a few days to recover, although my period should be here soon so maybe I should give him one last fuck before he has to back off for five days - sexually, at least. Taking care of me, which I know he'll be insistent on doing, he can go for it.

Pizza is delicious. Seriously, heaven on a plate. Harry can barely hold back his excitement as the staff set two takeaway pizzas on each table, announcing that they decided to give us a treat, also bringing out ice cream for afterwards. We share a pizza, the soft dough covered in tomatoey sauce, cheese sprinkled and melted on top, slices of pepperoni spread evenly across the surface, and each mouthful is like pure heaven, like an angel blessing your food the moment it hits your tongue.