“Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that was ever cooked in hell.” - Walter Scott


2 Days Later


Lucy's POV


“I cannot believe you're making me do this,” Harry groaned as he knelt down onto the floor beside my feet. I stifled a giggle into the palm of my hand and relaxed into his recliner chair, wiggling my toes.

“Chop, chop, Styles. I don't have all day now,” I told him with a smirk.

“I've never given anyone a pedicure in my entire life. Please, Lucy. I'll take you to the salon and pay for everything,” He offered, but I politely declined.

“If I don't like it, I'll use the nail polish remover, so you can do it again. Now let me see the L'Oreal navy blue polish,” I ordered.

Green eyes released a heavy sigh as he sifted around his coat pocket to find the bottle of nail polish. We went to the Sephora around the corner from my apartment this morning to pick it out together. The make-up artist at the entrance of the store highly suggested using products from L'Oreal and Tom Ford because the gel lasts longer, so I purchased both brands despite Harry's protests. Curly, on the other hand, was convinced that the employee's recommendation was a lousy attempt to get people to spend more money on the same product. In his eyes, my compliance was absurd; but at last, after countless minutes of searching, the small container became visible in his large hand as he unscrewed the cap.

“You're lucky I like you so much,” Harry huffed as he dabbed the brush with some nail polish.

“Am I now?” I asked teasingly, but I knew it was the truth. I was very fortunate to have someone like Harry in my life.


I wonder if he feels the same way about me.


The green eyed boy winked at me, showing off those dazzling white teeth in a smile, as he painted a coat of navy blue nail polish over my toes. The coldness of the paint sent shivers up my spine, but I tried to stay as still as possible, so that I wouldn't mess him up. Within a minute or so Harry had completed my left foot and moved on to my right, and from what I could see there were hardly any mistakes. In fact, it was a better pedicure than anyone at the nail salon could probably ever give me.


“God, why do you have to be so good at everything?” I accidentally blurted out instead of saying it in my mind like I rehearsed. Harry stared at me questionably as he screwed back on the cap to the bottle of nail polish. I was so consumed with my own thoughts that I didn't even realize he had finished.

“Why am I so good at everything?” he repeated in a chuckle while standing up from the carpet.

“Yes, Harry. It's really frustrating.” I sighed dramatically. “You can cook, you're good with a camera, you have a great sense of style, and apparently you can also paint toe nails too. Is there something I'm missing here? Feel free to come out of the closet if you're hiding,” I half-heartedly joked.

“Wait a second. Are you questioning my sexuality? Because I assure you, I like women.”

“Okay, Harry. I believe you.” I shrugged, biting my lip as I leaned farther into the chair.

“No, I don't believe you do. I think it's going to take a little bit of convincing...” He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

A devilish smirk spread across his beautiful face while he gently turned my chin to the side and pressed his plump lips against my jawline. My brown eyes quickly fluttered close after a soft sigh escaped my mouth, and I shifted in the chair, squirming under his touch. He left a moist trail of wet kisses along the side of my neck until he found the perfect spot to suck on. As soon as I felt his teeth graze my skin, my hands immediately threaded themselves through his curls, and I tugged on the them to fight the urge to moan. Once the purple mark appeared over my flesh, Harry slowly withdrew his lips from my neck and brought them up to my mouth in a much needed kiss.

His lips connected with mine almost instantaneously with his tongue requesting for an entrance inside. I opened my mouth slightly wider as I kissed him back, gladly granting him access. Harry seized the opportunity and invaded my mouth with his tongue, claiming whatever territory he could. I moaned at the contact of his warm tongue massaging my own. There was no way for me to control the effect his actions had on my body, but I was determined to make him the same moaning mess I was surely becoming. I smiled into the kiss and gently tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth, eliciting a throaty moan from the back of his mouth. But, before I could even plan my next move, the sound of a phone ringing caused the green eyed boy to tear away from me in a groan.

Harry touched his index finger against his lips, telling me to be quiet, while he brought the phone up to his ear and answered the call. He ended up walking into the kitchen to have more privacy as I contemplated whether or not I should follow him. I decided I would and slowly rose from my chair to walk into the kitchen. It was difficult for me to hear what Harry was saying since he and the other person on the line were exchanging information in hushed voices, but I managed to understand the little things. His back was to me as he faced the counter next to the kitchen sink whilst talking on the phone.

“Yeah, I'm with her right now...” Harry sighed into the speaker. “And no. I don't want you saying anything to her...You know what? I'm done having this conversation, Gem. Don't call me again.” Was the last thing I heard the curly haired guy say before he ended the call and turned around to see me standing behind him. “Lucy, um, how long have you been standing there?” he asked with a hint of worry laced in his voice.

“Not long enough apparently. Who were you talking to just now, Harry?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. He avoided my eyes and looked toward the ground.

“No one important, but I see that your nails are dry now. We could still go to the salon if you want.”

I shook my head while staring down at my toes. “That won't be necessary. You did a really nice job.” I admitted.

“Thanks, I guess. But if anyone asks, can you please tell them you got it done by a professional?” Harry pleaded.

“Hmm, I dunno. It may cost you a little extra, Styles,” I teased him, thoughts of continuing our make-out session from earlier entering my mind.

“Bloody hell, woman. What do you want now?” he said obnoxiously. I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I was taken aback by his attitude.

“Just a kiss, Harry. I wanted a goodbye kiss,” I said, grimacing at his annoyance.

“Oh.” He frowned as well, his posture slumping. “I'm sorry, babe. I guess I thought you were gonna make me to paint your fingernails this time or something.”

I rolled my eyes. “No need to apologize. I'll just see you later,” I told him as I turned around to walk out of the kitchen.

Before I could take a single step, a hand gently grabbed onto my arm and spun me around. I was hesitant to meet the man's gaze, so I looked down at the floor until my chin was involuntarily lifted by a thumb, forcing me to stare into forest green eyes. Although his expression was unreadable, the green in his eyes reflected his regret. The unexpected phone call from this 'Gem' person seemed to have Harry on edge--that much was clear to me now. What I didn't understand, however, was how someone of so little importance could affect a man who was generally well composed most of the time and why--My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the feeling of plump lips tenderly kissing my mouth. The gesture was sweet and simple, being the perfect distraction; it got rid of all the negativity I had bottled up inside of me. Our lips glided over each others ever so softly, for we were both hesitant to take it a step further, but when we finally did, all the strength I had conjured up was stolen by that kiss. Harry's grip on my hips had been firm but once he sensed a fall coming, he moved his hands under my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter. It was my laughter at his unexpected eagerness that caused us to pull apart.

“What's so funny?” he wondered.

“You are. You're so adorable Harry.” I giggled.

“I'm a guy, Lucy. I'm not supposed to be adorable.” Harry pouted.

“Yeah, well, those dimples of yours say otherwise,” I said while poking his cheek.

“I knew that one day they would work against me.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Anyway, what are you doing Saturday night?” My curly haired guy wanted to know all of the sudden.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Um, nothing as far as I know. Why do you ask?” I decided to return the question. The man bit into his bottom lip, withholding a smirk as he too shrugged his shoulders.

“No reason. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon for lunch, babe,” He said before leaving a quick kiss on my cheek. I nodded my head as I hopped off the counter and walked toward the front door, sliding on my sandals.

“See you.”

I glanced back at Harry one final time on my way out of the apartment only to see a mischievous grin occupying his lips. He was definitely up to something. What exactly? I didn't know, but I was going to make it my priority to find out within the next 24 hours.

Notes

Hey guys. Sorry it took so long for me to update, but I hope you enjoy. What do you think Harry has planned for Lucy Saturday night? ;)

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