Foreign | H.S.

Chapter 25

"Stop" Harry maffled, sinking his head into the pillow even more.

"You need to get up" Manika grazed lazily from her place behind him as she continuously smacked his chest.

After waking up and staring at the floor for ten minutes, she was still sleepy due to the events of last night. She didn't wanted to wake up yet but sadly, her Haribo bear had to go to work.

"Stooooop" Harry dragged, making no effort whatsoever to either stop her smacks himself or get up.

"You have work" Manika mumbled, turning on her side with eyes closed to get a better angle to smack him.

"I'm tired" Harry pondered sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"At least you can walk" Manika countered, finally stopping since she knows he's awake. She winces slightly when he pulls her on top of him.

"I don't think I can" He smirked as she glared at him.

"Shut up" Manika murmured, nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

"I'm serious" He reiterated smugly, making Manika scoff and kiss his neck. "You just slapped my chest fifty times to give me a hickey?"

"I do what I want" She maffled in his neck, sinking her teeth in his soft skin.

"I love you" Harry pressed his lips in her hair, wrapping his arms around her.

It's been five days since he said it for the first time and Manika feels a whirl of butterflies inside her everytime she hears it. She simply smiles pulling away and plants her lips on his. Harry knew this was her way of saying it back without saying it back. She never gave a reply to the three words but simply attached their lips together in a tender kiss. A kiss just as tender as love. That's why Harry didn't really feel sad about her not expressing it the same way.

Manika slowly pulls back, and catches him grinning. "Stop smiling at me like that" She mumbles. She could literally feel the blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Like what?" Harry smiled.

"Like you just won some huge prize" Manika shoots, ruffling his hair and then wiggling deeper into his grip. Their bare bodies from last night moulded together when she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

"I mean," He began, "you're with me, like this" Harry points by rubbing her naked back. "It's the best prize ever"

Manika just hummed back blissfully inhaling him and his usual body odour. "Bub boo?"

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, pressing his thumbs to massage her back.

"Tell me a secret" Manika pulled back to look at him, wanting to know more about him. She commented after seeing his surprised face, "anything about you"

"Let's see" Harry pondered as she played with the stray curls on his forehead. "I have a YouTube channel" He shrugged as he whispered.

"Really?" Her eyebrows shot in interest, "what do you do on it?"

"I used to post covers of songs mostly. Sometimes I did guitar tutorials, nothing special just music related things" Harry elaborated in his slow deep voice.

"Used to?" Manika's forehead creased as she continued styling his locks with her hands while listening to him. "You stopped?" Harry nodded to her question. "Why?"

"Um, I don't know? I-um" He stumbled upon his words as he tried to explain. "I just wasn't really enjoying it? Something like that" Harry shrugged.

"Right" Manika nodded sarcastically. "Now why did you really stop?" She asked, glancing at his shamrock shade eyes with a small smile.

"It's weird that we know when the other's lying" He commented with a chuckle but caught her giving him a look that he knew well. "Alright, there were just-" Harry paused to recollect and organise his words, "people used to comment really mean things sometimes. Not just about me but like my family and my loved ones, I didn't like that. It made me anxious and insecure" he bit his lip under her soft stare. "I thought I got used to the negative criticism and all after all these years of performing on stage at open-mics and small events but I don't think I have"