Kaitlyn and her husband never showed. Which made Alexandra fuming angry.
Other than that, dinner went rather calmly. First time, in a long time. Dad didn't interrogate Harry once. All eyes were on Shane, since nobody had seen him for about four years. Shane told us all about his trip to Europe. My dad, of course, asked him as to why he would travel Europe instead of going to college. Shane supposedly was trying to find himself, during this long time period. He told everyone about all the people he had associated with, the community work, holidays, scenery, and such. Harry told Shane that he would love England, and he was planning on visiting after the year ends.
I couldn't help but imagine traveling the world with Harry, especially his home town. He would show me where he went to school, his old home, the little shops, scenery, just everything. I would be so fascinated listening to him ramble on about his old life and friends. He would tell me about the stupid shit he had done being a corrupted teenager. I would watch and listen to him intently tell me stories. We would fall asleep in eachothers arms after talking all night. He would hold me and whisper sweet mumbles in my ear, kissing the back of my neck until I fall asleep. Maybe then, I wouldn't be so afraid of letting him in.
That thought of course, made me blush the entire dinner. And Harry's hand on my thigh was not helping. Cher kept giving me weird looks because I was so quiet and flushed.
As of now, we were all in the living room, excuse Mike. I was laying my head in Harry's lap as he played with my long wavy hair. My feet were curled up into Cher's lap. I was very comfortable. Mom, dad, Alexandra, Miller, and Shane were all playing poker on the floor. Toby was trying to braid Cher's hair, but failed miserably.
You could say we were all terribly bored.
I looked up at Harry as he studied a picture of me that was tooken in the fall last year. Leaves were scattered around me, my smile shining bright.
My eyes traveled to his perfect dark curly hair, which was getting long. His brows were furrowed together, causing a crease. His astonishing emerald eyes were dialted. Its almost as if his eyes told you all the pain and hurt, yet bliss he had felt. They held so much power, yet so much remorse. I get lost in the deep green color almost everytime I look into them. Long eyelashes protected any dust or particle to come near the surface of his breath taking eyes. His nose was the cutest thing. It fit him so perfectly. Those pink plush lips that were slightly parted were the most distracting thing about this damn kid. That smirk made you want to either slap him or jump on him. His grin made him look like a child on Christmas. That smile makes my day just a little better. The best is when he throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, forming little crinkles at the corners, and lets out the most beautiful laugh. You can genuinely tell that he is happy. God, his voice, don't get me started. That raspy, deep british accent is enough to make a girl go crazy. The inside of Harry is the most beautiful thing about him. He is such a kind, compassionate, giving, loving person. It makes it so easy for people to take advantage of him. He puts out like he's very happy and blessed, but you can tell he's been hurt and been through a lot of pain. He hasn't opened up to me, nor have I to him, but you can tell there's something broken inside. For some strange reason, I want to be the one to fix it.
"You're beautiful," I blurt without thinking. He looks down at me, blushing. "Is that why you were staring me down?" He let out a soft laugh. His finger traced down my cheekbone. His finger traced my lips. His thumb settled on my chin and two other fingers were pressed under my chin, melting me under his graceful touch. "As are you, love." He whispered.
I sat up fully, scooting into Harry's side. I hid my flushed face into the crook of his neck. His arm wrapped around my cuddled up body, his hand tucked under my thighs, pulling me into him. He let out a chuckle. "Oh, so now you're shy."
I couldn't help but smile and place a gentle kiss to his neck.
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A ray of sunshine peeping through the parted drapes cause me to groan and roll over. I slung my arm onto a warm body. I peeked one eye open to spot a peaceful sleeping Harry.
I let out a sigh, looking underneath the covers as I stretched out my feet. I was in Harry's white v neck from last night and black panties. Not naked.
I looked beside me to see a shirtless Harry. His lips parted slightly. Allowing soft snores to escape. His curls were in a messy pile on top of his head. Long eye lashes settled across his cheeks. I haven't thought like this since Jacob and I.. nevermind.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand beside my head, 9 a.m.
I groaned as Harry's long arm slung across my stomach. "Get off," I mumbled. "Good morning, love." Holy shit his voice was so raspy and ugh. What the hell is wrong with you Valerie?
"Hi," I muttered. "What time is it?" He mumbled in the pillow. "Nine. We're late to English." I slapped his butt that was covered in black briefs. He squealed. I started laughing harshly. "Don't do that." He tickled my sides. "Mm, but I think its sexy." I whispered in his ear. "You're sexy." He nipped at my collarbones.
Harry hovered above me, nipping at my neck. His tongue swiped just below my ear. I let a soft moan, tangling my fingers through his unruly mess of curls. His teeth tugged at my earlobe. I shut my eyes as he brought a subtle kiss to my nose. His hand drew circles against my burning stomach, right above my panty line. I squirmed under the antagonizing touch. His fingers fumbled with the black lace of my panties.
"Stop teasing," I seethed in his ear through gritted teeth.
He shoved his hand into my underwear. I let out a loud moan as my body melted under Harry's lustful touch.
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