American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 52 - My little ketchup packet

I groan, opening my eyes to see nothing but Harry's chest. I slowly realize that I'm laying on top of him, but not in a cute couple way, like I'm literally laying on him stiff like a plank.

It's oddly comfortable, though.

I roll off of him and he whines in response, still half asleep he rolls so he is on top of me, his face nuzzled into my boobs and his body weight crushing me.

"Harry." I wheeze out, trying to get him to get off me before I suffocate.

He just groans again, shuffling upwards so his head is above me and my face is squished into his chest.

This is how I die, suffocating in Harry's boobs.

Not even mad about it.

"Harry." I say, but it's muffled since my cheek is begin squished in his man boobs.

It's surprising how many times I've woken up to Harry crushing me with his body weight. I literally go to sleep spooning him and wake up with him on top of me.

One time he was laying on top of me upside down.

Let's just say I had a very nice view that morning.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself for this next part. I place both my hands on his chest, bending my knees and putting them under each of his hips. In one quick motion i push him off me so he flys off the bed.

He hits the floor with a thud and I hear him grunting and groaning, very awake now. I sigh in accomplishment and prop my head up on my elbow to look over at him.

He stands up, his curly hair sticking out in all directions as he glares at me in only his boxers.

"What happened?" I ask innocently.

"Funny story, actually. Some blonde girl threw me off the bed when I was having a nice sleep." He replies.

"It's your fault, you were squishing me with your man boobs. I had to get out." I shrug.

"They are not boobs, they are pecks." He replies, crossing his arms, only making his boobs look bigger.

"Mmm, nope. I think they are boobs." I reply, standing up and patronizingly patting his cheek before walking out of the room.

"Take that back." He demands, following behind me as I walk down the stairs.

"Nope, you have boobs and that's th- Fuck!" I get cut off with my own groan when my stomach starts to crap.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, furrowing his eyebrows and walking over to me.

Shit.

I ignore him and run up the stairs to the bathroom, looking through the cabinets and under the sink.

"Emma, what's wrong?" Harry asks, standing at the doorway before he looks down and his eyes go wide. "Holy shit, you're bleeding!"

"Yes, dipshit! Now why don't you have any fucking tampons!" I yell.

"Because I'm not a woman!" He defends.

"You have boobs!"

"They are pecks!"

I sigh heavily, pinching my eyes shut to try to contain myself.

I would have my own tampons, but I completely forgot to buy some new ones and since I'm on birth control and I only get my period once every few months.

"Just go get me some tampons." I say.

"Alright, I'll be right back." He nods, sprinting out of the bathroom.