camp cherry two | hs

thirteen

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HANA

"Boys and girls are meant to be separate!" Ms Wright's screechy voice scolds, Harry immediately sitting straight with his face in a frown and hands rubbing his eyes. 

"I am twenty! This is my girlfriend and I'm twenty years old and I can do what I want! Leave us the fuck alone!" he snaps, any chatter from campers who had already woken up immediately falling into silence.

She doesn't respond verbally, only sending him the dirtiest glare I've ever seen and storming from the room. Harry expels a sigh and lays back down tiredly.

"You alright?" I ask, biting my lip to prevent my laugh from escaping as he looks at me and nods as if nothing had happened.

"Perfect, you?" he smiles innocently, hugging me tighter as we were before we were woken up.

"I'm good. How's your ass?" I tease, pinching his thigh sharply.

"Just great, thank you."

"Yeah? Don't think we're gonna be doing that again soon," I chuckle, knowing exactly what will happen; I'll say we need a few days from sex to recover and I'll still let him fuck me tomorrow.

"Hm, sure," he smiles sweetly, as if he knows something I don't. Worryingly, his expression is much like it usually is when he's planning something.

"What are you up to?" I ask suspiciously, squinting my eyes at him and assessing his reaction.

He shrugs cluelessly, raising his eyebrows and giving me a quick kiss before standing up, groaning loudly as he stretches.

"Got some plans, Cherry," he leans down to whisper into my ear, kissing my forehead gently before smirking and leaving the room, everyone else beginning to wake up now.

The power is still out and it was raining harder than ever, so it's freezing as we return to our cabins to change, though my cheeks are heated from all the crude words Harry mutters into my ear; how much he enjoyed last night, everything he wants to do to me, how much he loves me.

Carl returns home around dinner time, Harry's mood instantly dampened and he's now suddenly much quieter.

"Baby," I whisper, resting my chin and wrist on his shoulder and my forehead against the side of his head, his curls tickling my skin lightly, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he glances to me, feigning a smile before returning to picking at his food.

"Hey, talk to me," I nudge him, speaking in a light tone to hide my concern, "c'mon."

I tug on his hand, leading him towards the door, but we're interrupted.

"Harry, I need to speak to you. Hana, you can speak with your father now, if you wish," Carl states firmly, my eyes flickering to Harry's as I nod.

His eyes are glazed over and I can tell he's thinking about how this man isn't even his father after all the suffering he put him through.

"I want Harry with me, so we'll be back," I reply with a hint of sarcasm, pulling him through the showering rain towards Carl's office where we can talk to my dad.

"Hey, Han, you doing good?" he asks instantly, his voice sounding rough and tired.

"I'm good. You don't sound it, though, you should get some sleep," I suggest, Harry's hand rubbing soothing patterns into my skin.

"I'm fine, how's Harry?"

"You can speak to him," automatically, I pass the phone to Harry who takes it and begins to speak without hesitation.