Daisies in England {h.s}

7; Pretty Little Head of Yours

Daisy

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Sat, 6 Dec 12: 28 pm       

12:28 pm

                   You looked extremely beautiful this morning.

12:32 pm

                   Harry, I'm going to give you one minute to piss the fuck off because that was the most embarrassing moment of my whole life.

12:34 pm

                   Sorry. I just wanted to fuck you right there.

12:37 pm

                   Harry please, you're charming ways are stealing my heart away.

12:38 pm

                   I'm glad :-) We're still on for tonight?

12:40 pm

                   Not anymore.

12:43 pm

                   What? Why?

12:44 pm

                   The fucking smiley face Harry.

12:45 pm

                   Sorry, I'll stop it. Just for you.

12:47 pm

                   Thankyou.

12:50 pm

                   See you tonight, Daisy.

                   :-)

12:55 pm

                   Fuck off.

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                   It was a quarter to twelve and Liv thought Daisy had gone to bed, but she was in fact sitting in the seat around her bay window waiting for Harry's car to pull up out the front of the house. She had pulled on a white t- shirt and had her black leggings on, with her dark green coat in hand, ready to run outside. Liv's soft snores filled the upstairs of the house once Harry's car was visible, Daisy carefully made her way downstairs careful not to make the stairs creak as she pulled her night bag over her shoulder. Once she was safely downstairs she padded over to the front door and closed it behind her, leaving Liv sleeping inside, oblivious to what Daisy was doing.

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                   Harry's soft moans filled his small apartment as Daisy's hand moved quickly up and down his hardened c.ock. He gripped the bed sheets around him as every muscle in his body contracted with a sense of euphoria,
"Fuck, baby," He gritted his teeth as he came closer to the edge. It wasn't long till Harry had reached his high and had spilled all over Daisy's hand. Her legs were on either side of Harry's as she faced him, he motioned his finger to get Daisy to come closer towards him, she crawled up towards him and pressed a hard kiss to his soft lips. She moaned against his lips and he let out a soft chuckle, his lips vibrating against hers,
"What?" She laughed, pulling her lips away from his as she rolled off of his body and lay next to him,
"Harry," she sighed, rolling her eyes as his laughs got louder and louder. He ended up sitting up shaking his head still laughing as he pulled his boxers up over his hips, he laid back down next to Daisy's body and wrapped his arm around her back, and she trailed her soft fingers over his tattoos on his hips, moving them over every mark.
"You're not that innocent are you?" Harry questioned Daisy, she looked up at him, surprised at his questions,
"What?" She laughed slightly,
"I just had to teach you how to give me a hand job," He sighed rolling his eyes, "Surely you knew how to do that," Daisy blushed, placing her head back on his stomach, it lifted with every laugh he let out. "Baby, you and I both know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours."