Darling || h.s. au {Completed}

T w e n t y

How am I able to move past this? I've already went through this, I can't lose another person I love, I can't. I know that I need to talk to her, but I also know that she won't listen. The only thing I can do is hope.

Hope that she'll stop shooting all of my team mates.

"Goddamn it! Stop shooting my team!" I laugh, frantically pressing the buttons on the controller.

"No way, its your fault you suck at this."

"Well I've never played Black Ops before!"

We both laugh together as she shoots my character and the voice announces the game is over. She stands up and dances in a circle, claiming victory.

"Haha, I win loser!" she sticks her tongue out at me and I grab her at the waist, pressing my lips to hers.

Her arms wrap around my neck and I pull back, tugging her lip before it bounces back in place. She sighs and moves her arms to my waist, burying her body in my arms. I feel her warm cheek against my chest and smile.

"When is your aunt due home?"

"Uh, 'bout two hours I'm pretty sure." she looks up at me and my hands find her lower back.

I touch the hem of her shirt and lift it up slightly, my rough fingertips trailing across her soft skin. I watch her bite her lip and slide her hands to the front of my jeans. Her hands touch the buckle and mess with it, her forehead against my chest. I place a kiss to the top of her head and touch her wrists, guiding her hands. My belt is pulled from its loops slowly and tossed onto the ground. Next I hear the zip and my hands find her wrists again.

"Not here." I whisper, turning to walk with her upstairs.

Once we're in her room, she closes the door and I take her over to the foot of the bed. I hold her hands until she looks up, making me touch my lips to hers again. When I kiss her, its needy and animalistic, but by the moan from her throat, she likes it. I run my hands up her back again and graze her bra clip. She tenses up under the contact so I pull her to me and lay her back on the bed.

"Harry," she moans.

"I'll go slow, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."

Her eyes stare into mine for a second, clouded with worry. I stroke her cheek to reassure her that its her choice, then her hand travels down my shirt. I feel her cup me through my jeans and I nearly lose it, a groan escapes my mouth.

"I'm ready." she whispers, unsure.