Rosie || h.s.

4.1- Harry

!some sexual content ahead!

I tried to keep the fight between Fletcher and max separate from the night. I didn't want to spoil the time I was with Rosie by being upset. I knew why Fletcher had gotten into a fight with max, Louis had made sure to tell me exactly what max had said. but I had plenty of time to get upset when Rosie wasn't pulling her hair over her shoulder to braid.

I sit on the edge of her bed still a bit wrinkled from earlier when we were watching tv, the one that was still running another episode of friends.

"I still have some of your clothes that you let me borrow so long ago," Rosie stated tossing her new braid back and moving to her drawer to pull out the clothes I had once given to her to wear.

I could remember that night and anger again raised in me at max but once more I pushed that down taking the clothes from her.

I changed in her small bathroom and when I came back out she was laying against her headboard watching the tv. I climbed back into the spot next to her, the one I had become accustomed to after the times I had sent doing homework that soon turned to laying around.

it was weird to find myself so content with just laying around. but it was different because it was with Rosie. I was almost worried that she was getting bored with me. but when she moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around my center nuzzling her head into my side as she muttered, "I love just spending time with you,"

and fuck did I want to say that I loved her right then. but I was scared shitless over what she would say, how she would react. I didn't know what I would feel if she didn't have the same feelings as me, she had me wrapped around her little finger and id be fucking crushed. so I swallowed it just as I was swallowing the anger I felt towards max and replied, "I love spending this time with you, Rosie,"

I picked up her hand, fiddling with her fingers, her nails painted a pale blue. she was still dressed in the same outfit she had had on when we went out for lunch earlier in the day. her cardigan sleeves rolled up on her wrists.

she flexed her fingers in my hands, head-turning up to me. I leaned my head down so we were forehead to forehead. she was so fucking beautiful, still, even after spending so much time just looking at her, I couldn't get enough. her brown eyes so lovely, the brush of freckles all over her the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks. "can I kiss you?" the whispered words loud in the space between us.

she nodded and i pressed my lips to hers. like every time it was as if it was something so brand new, just as good as the first time, even better than that. and soon she moved so she was straddling my lap, hands brushing back the curls that framed my face. thumb brushing under my eyes, over my cheekbones.

"can i..."

"you can do anything you want with me, love,"

she nodded shyly brown eyes trained on my lips. leaning in she brushed her lips against mine. every small touch sent a tingle all over my body, every nerve alive and awake.

she kissed me again this time a little deeper. my hands moved to her hips and soon the kiss turned heated.

her hands traveling down my chest, one of mine wrapped in the hair at the base of her neck. she opened her mouth to me, lips fitting perfectly together.

and when we broke apart she was tugging at my shirt and I pulled it off tossing it behind her. her cardigan falling off her shoulders revealing her thin-strapped dress.

I kissed her neck and she let out a shuddering breath. I placed my mouth over her collarbones, her shoulder, any exposed skin. her hands moved to my hair tugging on the strands.