Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)
Chapter 20
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I'm frustrated, tired, hungry, and I'm hoping to go color blind. Gemma and I have been running around shop after shop trying to find something to wear for the BRITs but we've found nada.
I tried on about six dresses and they were all dreadful and uncomfortable; I hate dresses. I can stand skirts, some skirts. I really just rather wear some jeans and a jumper but Nick would probably kill me, although Harry wouldn't care as long as I'm comfortable with what I wear.
"I like this," I bring my attention back to Gemma, who is holding out a cool black blazer, "I'm not wearing a dress" she says scrunching up her nose.
"You're not wearing a dress?" I sight in relief, I don't want Gemma to be the only one wearing a dress, "I don't want to wear one either"
"Bloody hell, not happening, all the ones I tried on were awful," she places the blazer inside the bag one of the workers gave her.
We go around the store twice before I decide to actually try on something I spotted, I'm not convinced but by this point I'd even wear the first dress that'd fit me. I grab the leather-like jeggings, a white blazer and a white cropped sleeveless blouse with a collar.
Trying it on, it doesn't look so bad, I could add a bow tie and some nice heels and I won't look so dull.
We pay and head out to get some Starbucks, I don't know when was the last time I had one so I was definitely craving it now.
I grab the simplest thing: a caramel frappe. I hate ordering at stores, it just means I have to talk to a stranger whom I'm not trying to befriend and it freaks me out sometimes, so I just read whatever is easiest to pronounce before I start stuttering. This is why I only have tried that flavor, hot chocolate, and the vanilla frappuchino. It's harder now to order at a place in London because people recognize me and they're eyes go wide and I freak out; it's just strange and perplexing.
We sit at one of the tables outside, the streets of London are surprisingly empty considering we've been having lovely weather. I take a sip of my coffee; this shit is so sugary, I don't know how people have this like every week.
"So, when are you guys making it official?" Gem cocks a brow at me, I feel myself blush
"I don't know?" I say honestly- Harry hasn't made it clear, I mean he asked like... wow that was back in December, but I'm hoping he asks me again, the right way now that the situation has been settled. Although Kendall might not be so happy....
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"Erm, so...." Harry turns me over to look at him, I pout as I loved the way he was holding me as we watched Bella drive off back to London. His brows are furrowed and he's scratching the back of his neck.
"What's wrong?" I bring my hand up to his cheek, he smiles at the contact and I grin.
"Kendall, she um," he pulls me by my waist towards him, he wraps his arms around me,what did she do? "she said she's got feelings for me, and that if I would give her chance. I said no, but now I think she's pissed"
I frown, he kisses between my eyebrows and I try to smile. I really don't know what to say, I want to tell him I'm glad he said no to her but I'm not quite fond of the fact she's angry.
"Oh" is all I say.
"Hey, it's okay," he brings his beautiful hand up to my face and caresses my cheek, "she won't do anything" he says as if reading my mind, how does he do that!
"I care about you and only you, baby" he leans down and presses his silky lips against mine, I give him access; his glorious tongue tastes of white wine and cheese and it's the most delicious taste ever. My hands find their familiar place at his hair, pulling him closer to me. This, I don't think I will ever be able to get used to this; his hands on my lower back pressing me against him, our tongues fighting and dancing, the tingle and pain at the pit of my stomach reminding me how much I want this beautiful man to love me. Yes, I want him to love me, and to be mine for as long as I live.
*
My fingers are pulling at my lower lip, the way he does when he's contemplating a distant memory
"Pipes?" Gem says, bringing me back to earth,
"Sorry," I go scarlet, "what was I saying again?" I take a sip of my drink looking at the table
"That you don't know when you and Harry are making it official?" I look up at her and she's smirking. She looks so much like Harry. I miss him, I want him to be here, I hope he doesn't go back to LA after the BRITs
"Right, well yeah," I take out my phone to check for any notifications from him but nothing, "he hasn't said anything, I just want him back from the States"
"I hope you guys turn out to be what mum says," she says after a long comfortable silence, "I think you'll make him happy" that's all I want.
"What exactly does your mum say?" I ask nervously.
"Well, she says he's going to marry you" she smiles
I choke on my coffee and start coughing, she pats my back, her eyes wide in- embarrassment? Concern? Both?
Marriage?I don't want to get married! Look at my parents. Marriage changes people, I don't want Harry and I to change. Our relationship to be will already change us enough.I'm terrified that we'll end up miserable if we date, what if marriage is his plan? I can't give him that. We haven't even started dating, how could I possibly think about marriage, it's ridiculous.
I push the thought very, very far, to the back of my brain where my new subconscious will remind me in the most unsettling situations.
I eye Gemma regretfully; please don't bring up again Gemma!
"Sorry," she whispers, I give her a warm smile. I suggest going back to her new place and we go, forgetting the distressing conversation. I love that about Gemma, if you need her to brush something off and forget it she'll fulfill the wish and try not to make it awkward again.
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"'Sorry I had to wee?'" I laugh as approach Harry backstage. He's wearing his famous skinny jeans, weird black and white shirt, and a black blazer. His hair is slicked back and to the side, he's got a grin on his face as he sees me. The boys are talking to some people as they wait to be escorted out. He starts walking towards me to meet me half way.
We hadn't seen each other at all tonight, when I got here Gem and I had to go sit with Eleanor, Sophia, Zayn's cousin and a girl I didn't know. Watching him being a fool up there only made me think that he's so fucking adorable, I wanted to run and kiss him right then and there.
"I did!" he protests as his warm arms wrap around me, I hadn't noticed I was cold while being in here, "You look... hot" he says as he looks me up and down, I know I'm as red as the double deckers.
"Thanks," I whisper, I look down at my shoes, which I notice once I look up that allow me to be closer to his lips.
"Who thought tuxedos could look so good," he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
I look around and find some people looking at us, Gemma who's with the 5SOS boys is grinning at me. I starts playing with Harry's buttons out of embarrassment.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he buries his head in my hair and plants a kiss on my neck, I rest my forehead on his shoulder.
"There's people here" I whisper.
"So," he comes up and looks at me in the eyes, they're sparkling a light shade of green, and he's giving me the dimpled smile I love
"I want people to know that you're mine," he does the last think I thought he would; his lips connect with mine in a yearning soft yet hungry kiss. My head rushes to the people around us, but as his hands push me closer to him I forget everything. My fingers run up to his hair, one of his hands abandons my lower back and appears at the lower back of my head, he tugs at my hair escaping a moan from the back of my throat. I don't think he's ever done that and it's turning me on
"Alright love birds, we gotta go!"
I pull away from Harry and hide my face on his chest, not wanting to look at Louis.
"My girlfriend and I will be out shortly Louis" Harry tells him, girlfriend! My subconscious falls to the ground and kicks her legs in the air from excitement.
I look up at him, his grin only making me grin back.This is it, we can be together now.It's hard to contain the excitement running through me, I wrap my arms around his neck, his chest rumbles as he chuckles.
The after party is on full hipe, but I find it hard to concentrate on anything that is going on. Harry pulls me by my hand from group to group of people I've never met in my life, I try to communicate with them but it's hard considering some are people I look up to and others who expect me to know who they are. Two hours later I'm annoyed and exhausted, I look up at Harry who frowns at my expression.
"Sorry, I'll see you later Mike" he pats the guy's arm and wraps one arm around my waist.
He leads me through a crowd of people and leads me to an empty spot in the room, next to an empty table.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his hand comes up to my cheek, making me lean into his warm hand.
"I wanna go home," his free hand wraps around me and pulls me close to him. His expression is worried and upset, I caress his cheek
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you, not today. We should've just have being at home"
"It's okay, today was a big night for you guys, it's just that I'm tired and these shoes are kind of killing me" I try to smile. My mind can't help but think that maybe we should've been alone somewhere, specially now that he's calling me his girlfriend. I smile at the word
"What?" he grins, bringing me back to earth.
"You called me your girlfriend" I grin, his lips press against my forehead
"Yes, and I'll make it up to you, baby," he pecks my lips, making me want more, "tomorrow I'm taking you somewhere special okay"
"No, you don't have to-"
"Shh" his lips find mine, in a heartbeat I'm indulging myself in his wine taste and strong cologne.
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I wake up dazed, my head throbbing... how much did I sleep, like three or four hours? I try closing my eyes to fall asleep again but I can't. Once my senses are balanced, I realize his arm is draped over my stomach and his leg is between mines. His face rests on my shoulder; he looks flawless with his pink cheeks, parted swollen lips, and calm expression. I push his hair away from his face, hoping not to wake him.
Jet lag is a bitch, but if I get to see his face while he sleeps, I'm okay with only a small amount of hours of sleep. Although this headache...
Being in Los Angeles brings back memories, we were arguing back then but now everything is perfect. Well, except the things the tabloids are saying, but as he said: fuck them. I look out the window and it's really bright out, but with the weather here I'm not sure if it's morning or afternoon.
Harry brought over his parents, he hasn't told them that he has a new girlfriend as he hasn't made it official for everyone; only to the boys and well... me, and they never believe what the media says. I asked him not to tell them yet because I didn't want Anne to think wrong of me.
He stirs, his eyes open and he smiles when he notices me staring.
"Morning, baby," his raspy morning voice says making my stomach turn.
"Morning" I grin
"I'm exhausted," he says as he rubs his face with his beautiful hands, "come here" he pulls me towards him, we lay on our sides facing each other.
"Hi" I smile at him
"Hi, baby" his lips press against mine, despite our morning mouths we don't hesitate to deepen the kiss.
I get up from the bed and grab some stuff from my bag, "I'm taking a shower"
"Okay," Harry gets up from the bed and starts following me, what the hell!
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just going to shower"
"What, no!" I run to the bathroom and close the door right in time, he starts moving the door knob
"Piper!" he whines, I open the door slightly, enough to see his face, "let me in?" he asks, he cocks a brow at me.
"Harry," I whine, I look down at my feet, "we haven't even... you know?" his finger tilts my head up to look at him. He's smirking
"That doesn't mean we can't see each other naked" smug little face stares at me
"Harry!" I push him away and close the door
"C'mon, Pipes!"
"Nope"
Once out of the shower, I let my hair dry, put on some high waisted shorts, daisy crop top and some ankle boots. When I come out, Harry is sitting by the bed, he gets up and he's butt naked!
"Harry!" I cover my eyes as he walks towards me, his hand comes behind me and tries to pull me close but I push him, I don't want to press against his nakedness, not like this. I didn't really look so it doesn't count.
"You're adorable" he kisses my forehead, I hear him walk into the restroom.
This is not how I wanted my first time seeing him naked to be, I mean I didn't see it, but still, he should be more sensitive about this. He wanted to wait and now he's going naked in front of me, well that's just....
I put my hair in a braid, leaving my fringe out to the side, I apply a little bit of make up considering its quite hot and I'll probably be sweating.
I walk around Harry's bedroom, it's not that different from the one back home. He comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his lower body.
"Hey" he smirks
"Hi, I'm gonna go outside"
I walk around his condo, his parents aren't up yet so I decide to make some breakfast for them.
As we walk around some shops, Harry and I walk shoulder to shoulder as his parents hold hands in front of us. His mum points to Hollister and we follow them in, once we're in the store Harry intertwines his fingers with mine. I take off my sunglasses and look up at him. He pulls me to the back of the store, at the empty men section. I hate this store, it's so dark in here.
"What's wrong?" my backpack is pressed against a shelf with jeans, his hands hold my hips against him.
"Why did you do that?" I pull at the hem of his black shirt with my left hand.
"Do what?" my right hand comes up and graces over the tattoos on his left arm, I hadn't realized how much ink he's being adding
"That naked thing, I didn't want to see you naked like that, I wanted it to be, well I don't want to sound corny but-" he presses his whole body against me and buries his face in my hair
"Special?" he says against my neck, I nod, "I'm sorry, baby"
"I didn't see anything, not specifically" I whisper, he looks at me with a sympathetic smile
His lips come down and press against mine, his large hands hold my face as his tongue brushes mine in the most delicious and desirable way possible. My fingers tug at his hair, that damn headband in my way but I wouldn't dare ask him to take it off; that thing is sexy as hell. I have to stop my legs from wrapping around him by remembering we're in public, holy shit we're in public!
"Harry," I pull away, "your mum and Robin" I say without opening my eyes, I'm light headed and my mind it's still in the kiss.
"Right," he pecks my lip, kisses my neck and pulls me back into the store to find his parents I guess. My eyes open and he's smirking at me.You're so cheeky, Harry.
I'm frustrated, tired, hungry, and I'm hoping to go color blind. Gemma and I have been running around shop after shop trying to find something to wear for the BRITs but we've found nada.
I tried on about six dresses and they were all dreadful and uncomfortable; I hate dresses. I can stand skirts, some skirts. I really just rather wear some jeans and a jumper but Nick would probably kill me, although Harry wouldn't care as long as I'm comfortable with what I wear.
"I like this," I bring my attention back to Gemma, who is holding out a cool black blazer, "I'm not wearing a dress" she says scrunching up her nose.
"You're not wearing a dress?" I sight in relief, I don't want Gemma to be the only one wearing a dress, "I don't want to wear one either"
"Bloody hell, not happening, all the ones I tried on were awful," she places the blazer inside the bag one of the workers gave her.
We go around the store twice before I decide to actually try on something I spotted, I'm not convinced but by this point I'd even wear the first dress that'd fit me. I grab the leather-like jeggings, a white blazer and a white cropped sleeveless blouse with a collar.
Trying it on, it doesn't look so bad, I could add a bow tie and some nice heels and I won't look so dull.
We pay and head out to get some Starbucks, I don't know when was the last time I had one so I was definitely craving it now.
I grab the simplest thing: a caramel frappe. I hate ordering at stores, it just means I have to talk to a stranger whom I'm not trying to befriend and it freaks me out sometimes, so I just read whatever is easiest to pronounce before I start stuttering. This is why I only have tried that flavor, hot chocolate, and the vanilla frappuchino. It's harder now to order at a place in London because people recognize me and they're eyes go wide and I freak out; it's just strange and perplexing.
We sit at one of the tables outside, the streets of London are surprisingly empty considering we've been having lovely weather. I take a sip of my coffee; this shit is so sugary, I don't know how people have this like every week.
"So, when are you guys making it official?" Gem cocks a brow at me, I feel myself blush
"I don't know?" I say honestly- Harry hasn't made it clear, I mean he asked like... wow that was back in December, but I'm hoping he asks me again, the right way now that the situation has been settled. Although Kendall might not be so happy....
*
"Erm, so...." Harry turns me over to look at him, I pout as I loved the way he was holding me as we watched Bella drive off back to London. His brows are furrowed and he's scratching the back of his neck.
"What's wrong?" I bring my hand up to his cheek, he smiles at the contact and I grin.
"Kendall, she um," he pulls me by my waist towards him, he wraps his arms around me,what did she do? "she said she's got feelings for me, and that if I would give her chance. I said no, but now I think she's pissed"
I frown, he kisses between my eyebrows and I try to smile. I really don't know what to say, I want to tell him I'm glad he said no to her but I'm not quite fond of the fact she's angry.
"Oh" is all I say.
"Hey, it's okay," he brings his beautiful hand up to my face and caresses my cheek, "she won't do anything" he says as if reading my mind, how does he do that!
"I care about you and only you, baby" he leans down and presses his silky lips against mine, I give him access; his glorious tongue tastes of white wine and cheese and it's the most delicious taste ever. My hands find their familiar place at his hair, pulling him closer to me. This, I don't think I will ever be able to get used to this; his hands on my lower back pressing me against him, our tongues fighting and dancing, the tingle and pain at the pit of my stomach reminding me how much I want this beautiful man to love me. Yes, I want him to love me, and to be mine for as long as I live.
*
My fingers are pulling at my lower lip, the way he does when he's contemplating a distant memory
"Pipes?" Gem says, bringing me back to earth,
"Sorry," I go scarlet, "what was I saying again?" I take a sip of my drink looking at the table
"That you don't know when you and Harry are making it official?" I look up at her and she's smirking. She looks so much like Harry. I miss him, I want him to be here, I hope he doesn't go back to LA after the BRITs
"Right, well yeah," I take out my phone to check for any notifications from him but nothing, "he hasn't said anything, I just want him back from the States"
"I hope you guys turn out to be what mum says," she says after a long comfortable silence, "I think you'll make him happy" that's all I want.
"What exactly does your mum say?" I ask nervously.
"Well, she says he's going to marry you" she smiles
I choke on my coffee and start coughing, she pats my back, her eyes wide in- embarrassment? Concern? Both?
Marriage?I don't want to get married! Look at my parents. Marriage changes people, I don't want Harry and I to change. Our relationship to be will already change us enough.I'm terrified that we'll end up miserable if we date, what if marriage is his plan? I can't give him that. We haven't even started dating, how could I possibly think about marriage, it's ridiculous.
I push the thought very, very far, to the back of my brain where my new subconscious will remind me in the most unsettling situations.
I eye Gemma regretfully; please don't bring up again Gemma!
"Sorry," she whispers, I give her a warm smile. I suggest going back to her new place and we go, forgetting the distressing conversation. I love that about Gemma, if you need her to brush something off and forget it she'll fulfill the wish and try not to make it awkward again.
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"'Sorry I had to wee?'" I laugh as approach Harry backstage. He's wearing his famous skinny jeans, weird black and white shirt, and a black blazer. His hair is slicked back and to the side, he's got a grin on his face as he sees me. The boys are talking to some people as they wait to be escorted out. He starts walking towards me to meet me half way.
We hadn't seen each other at all tonight, when I got here Gem and I had to go sit with Eleanor, Sophia, Zayn's cousin and a girl I didn't know. Watching him being a fool up there only made me think that he's so fucking adorable, I wanted to run and kiss him right then and there.
"I did!" he protests as his warm arms wrap around me, I hadn't noticed I was cold while being in here, "You look... hot" he says as he looks me up and down, I know I'm as red as the double deckers.
"Thanks," I whisper, I look down at my shoes, which I notice once I look up that allow me to be closer to his lips.
"Who thought tuxedos could look so good," he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
I look around and find some people looking at us, Gemma who's with the 5SOS boys is grinning at me. I starts playing with Harry's buttons out of embarrassment.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he buries his head in my hair and plants a kiss on my neck, I rest my forehead on his shoulder.
"There's people here" I whisper.
"So," he comes up and looks at me in the eyes, they're sparkling a light shade of green, and he's giving me the dimpled smile I love
"I want people to know that you're mine," he does the last think I thought he would; his lips connect with mine in a yearning soft yet hungry kiss. My head rushes to the people around us, but as his hands push me closer to him I forget everything. My fingers run up to his hair, one of his hands abandons my lower back and appears at the lower back of my head, he tugs at my hair escaping a moan from the back of my throat. I don't think he's ever done that and it's turning me on
"Alright love birds, we gotta go!"
I pull away from Harry and hide my face on his chest, not wanting to look at Louis.
"My girlfriend and I will be out shortly Louis" Harry tells him, girlfriend! My subconscious falls to the ground and kicks her legs in the air from excitement.
I look up at him, his grin only making me grin back.This is it, we can be together now.It's hard to contain the excitement running through me, I wrap my arms around his neck, his chest rumbles as he chuckles.
The after party is on full hipe, but I find it hard to concentrate on anything that is going on. Harry pulls me by my hand from group to group of people I've never met in my life, I try to communicate with them but it's hard considering some are people I look up to and others who expect me to know who they are. Two hours later I'm annoyed and exhausted, I look up at Harry who frowns at my expression.
"Sorry, I'll see you later Mike" he pats the guy's arm and wraps one arm around my waist.
He leads me through a crowd of people and leads me to an empty spot in the room, next to an empty table.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his hand comes up to my cheek, making me lean into his warm hand.
"I wanna go home," his free hand wraps around me and pulls me close to him. His expression is worried and upset, I caress his cheek
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you, not today. We should've just have being at home"
"It's okay, today was a big night for you guys, it's just that I'm tired and these shoes are kind of killing me" I try to smile. My mind can't help but think that maybe we should've been alone somewhere, specially now that he's calling me his girlfriend. I smile at the word
"What?" he grins, bringing me back to earth.
"You called me your girlfriend" I grin, his lips press against my forehead
"Yes, and I'll make it up to you, baby," he pecks my lips, making me want more, "tomorrow I'm taking you somewhere special okay"
"No, you don't have to-"
"Shh" his lips find mine, in a heartbeat I'm indulging myself in his wine taste and strong cologne.
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I wake up dazed, my head throbbing... how much did I sleep, like three or four hours? I try closing my eyes to fall asleep again but I can't. Once my senses are balanced, I realize his arm is draped over my stomach and his leg is between mines. His face rests on my shoulder; he looks flawless with his pink cheeks, parted swollen lips, and calm expression. I push his hair away from his face, hoping not to wake him.
Jet lag is a bitch, but if I get to see his face while he sleeps, I'm okay with only a small amount of hours of sleep. Although this headache...
Being in Los Angeles brings back memories, we were arguing back then but now everything is perfect. Well, except the things the tabloids are saying, but as he said: fuck them. I look out the window and it's really bright out, but with the weather here I'm not sure if it's morning or afternoon.
Harry brought over his parents, he hasn't told them that he has a new girlfriend as he hasn't made it official for everyone; only to the boys and well... me, and they never believe what the media says. I asked him not to tell them yet because I didn't want Anne to think wrong of me.
He stirs, his eyes open and he smiles when he notices me staring.
"Morning, baby," his raspy morning voice says making my stomach turn.
"Morning" I grin
"I'm exhausted," he says as he rubs his face with his beautiful hands, "come here" he pulls me towards him, we lay on our sides facing each other.
"Hi" I smile at him
"Hi, baby" his lips press against mine, despite our morning mouths we don't hesitate to deepen the kiss.
I get up from the bed and grab some stuff from my bag, "I'm taking a shower"
"Okay," Harry gets up from the bed and starts following me, what the hell!
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just going to shower"
"What, no!" I run to the bathroom and close the door right in time, he starts moving the door knob
"Piper!" he whines, I open the door slightly, enough to see his face, "let me in?" he asks, he cocks a brow at me.
"Harry," I whine, I look down at my feet, "we haven't even... you know?" his finger tilts my head up to look at him. He's smirking
"That doesn't mean we can't see each other naked" smug little face stares at me
"Harry!" I push him away and close the door
"C'mon, Pipes!"
"Nope"
Once out of the shower, I let my hair dry, put on some high waisted shorts, daisy crop top and some ankle boots. When I come out, Harry is sitting by the bed, he gets up and he's butt naked!
"Harry!" I cover my eyes as he walks towards me, his hand comes behind me and tries to pull me close but I push him, I don't want to press against his nakedness, not like this. I didn't really look so it doesn't count.
"You're adorable" he kisses my forehead, I hear him walk into the restroom.
This is not how I wanted my first time seeing him naked to be, I mean I didn't see it, but still, he should be more sensitive about this. He wanted to wait and now he's going naked in front of me, well that's just....
I put my hair in a braid, leaving my fringe out to the side, I apply a little bit of make up considering its quite hot and I'll probably be sweating.
I walk around Harry's bedroom, it's not that different from the one back home. He comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his lower body.
"Hey" he smirks
"Hi, I'm gonna go outside"
I walk around his condo, his parents aren't up yet so I decide to make some breakfast for them.
As we walk around some shops, Harry and I walk shoulder to shoulder as his parents hold hands in front of us. His mum points to Hollister and we follow them in, once we're in the store Harry intertwines his fingers with mine. I take off my sunglasses and look up at him. He pulls me to the back of the store, at the empty men section. I hate this store, it's so dark in here.
"What's wrong?" my backpack is pressed against a shelf with jeans, his hands hold my hips against him.
"Why did you do that?" I pull at the hem of his black shirt with my left hand.
"Do what?" my right hand comes up and graces over the tattoos on his left arm, I hadn't realized how much ink he's being adding
"That naked thing, I didn't want to see you naked like that, I wanted it to be, well I don't want to sound corny but-" he presses his whole body against me and buries his face in my hair
"Special?" he says against my neck, I nod, "I'm sorry, baby"
"I didn't see anything, not specifically" I whisper, he looks at me with a sympathetic smile
His lips come down and press against mine, his large hands hold my face as his tongue brushes mine in the most delicious and desirable way possible. My fingers tug at his hair, that damn headband in my way but I wouldn't dare ask him to take it off; that thing is sexy as hell. I have to stop my legs from wrapping around him by remembering we're in public, holy shit we're in public!
"Harry," I pull away, "your mum and Robin" I say without opening my eyes, I'm light headed and my mind it's still in the kiss.
"Right," he pecks my lip, kisses my neck and pulls me back into the store to find his parents I guess. My eyes open and he's smirking at me.You're so cheeky, Harry.
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