One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

I don't mind //Harry//

"Shawty, I don't mind If you dance on a pole....
That don't make you a ho...
Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three...
If you're leaving with me...
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money....
Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz....
And get that money, money, money...
Your money, money, money...
You can take off your clothes...
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind..."

You got home late at night, you were careful not to make any noise as you walked through the doors. You let out a sigh, kicking of your heels. You walked up the stairs to your room, where your boyfriend, Harry was sound asleep. You watched him for a bit, feeling guilty about your job.

"Hey babe, did you just get back?" Harry yawned as he sat up in bed. You nod, walking over to him. You kissed him softly.

"Yeah, we had to stay later then usual." You climbed onto the bed, snuggling into his side. Harry nuzzled his face into your neck, placing a kiss there.

"How was it? Did anyone try to touch you?" He asked, being the protective boyfriend that he was. You stared down at him, thinking about everything.

"Harry, are you really okay with my job? Like honestly?" You finally got out. Harry ran and hand through his curls letting out a sigh.

"I'm not going to lie. When we first got together, I hated it. I didn't like you dancing around for other guys. But its what you love doing, so I'm going to support you. I don't mind." He admits. You smile softly kissing him again.

"I love you." You whispered to him. Harry chuckled and pulled you on top of him on the bed.

"I love you too, baby." He grins, twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger.