“So basically you’re complimenting me? I’m actually flattered.”
“Don’t burst your ego. But, yeah. You’re hot, and even though you’re annoying as sh–t, that is undeniable.” Somehow I could feel my cheeks warming up, but I just ignored it (and also the fact that she’d called me annoying – whilst smiling, by the way) and managed to sit down between her legs.
Instead of going for my hair straight away, she hovered her hand over my shoulders, pressing her fingers down and starting to massage the muscles there. I hadn’t even noticed they were sore until that very moment. I was maybe getting too stressed out; and I could blame Joe. He was still the biggest arse alive.
“Scar?” I called, and she mumbled a mhm as a sign she was listening before I kept going. I was not a hundred per cent sure I should approach the subject right now, but I needed to make sure. “You’re going to spend these two weeks here, right?”
She stiffened a bit, but it didn’t take long before her fingers were moving again, tracing up my neck and shoulders a couple of times until they settled back on the sore muscles. “Harry, I-”
“C’mon. You gave me the good news, therefore you must help me enjoy it. Every moment of it,” I assured, craning my neck back and staring into her blue eyes. They were so, so freaking beautiful. Jesus.
“You must work, you know that, right?” I nodded, releasing an untamable whimper once she pressed harder on a spot between both my shoulder and neck, probably getting to relax my whole body after that. Her hands were most likely a piece of heaven. “Does it hurt here?” she asked, sounding rather worried.
“A bit, yeah. But keep going, it’s good.”
She chuckled, doing just as told, and I closed my eyes. In the meanwhile, she abandoned the massage, going for my hair. If there was someone who used to do something alike for me before, it had to be my mom, with all her caresses and wet kisses and praises, always petting my hair and telling me bed stories; or even Gemma, who sometimes just messed up my curls for teasing, but ended up tangling her fingers sloppily and affectionately between them if I asked properly. Younger brother perk, I suppose.
But anyway, it’d never felt as good as this. Maybe because it held a whole different meaning, involved a whole other bunch of feelings instead of familiar ones, and it was just really intimate.
Scarlett must’ve thought I’d fallen asleep, because she pulled my hair a bit, getting nothing if not another whimper from me. That was quite cruel, honestly. A tug in the hair could hurt quite a lot.
“Not allowed to sleep, you moron. I don’t want dry saliva on my jeans,” she scolded, pulling my hair a bit here and there, but just lightly this time, separating the three strands and apparently quickly braiding them; she was in advantage, though. My hair was nowhere as long as hers. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I couldn’t braid.
“Wasn’t sleeping. Just thinking.”
She scowled “Yeah. Try to fool me, Styles. I’ll cook no dinner tonight if you try.”
Against my own will, a smile spread across my lips, and I pressed my fingers to her calf, squeezing it gently. “Does that mean you’re staying, then?” and I opened my eyes to see her reaction, still having my head on her lap.
She was obviously holding back a smile, biting on her cheek to keep it from showing, and shrugged, stretching her arm with her palm facing up, before “Give me the elastics to tie up your hair.”
And I did so, picking one from the little box she’d put them into (she made me drive to her house to get them, because apparently, I was a really hairy guy with nothing proper enough to tie her hair up, so she needed something), and placed it on her open hand, holding it for a brief moment so I could brag.
“You’re staying. I knew you would. Can’t resist me.”
“Your bed is more comfortable and your TV is bigger, that’s why I’m staying.”
“You’re a liar,” I accused.
“And you also have popcorn, so.”
“Bullocks.”
“The shower is warmer?”
“Rubbish.”
“Your lips look quite perfect when you say that.”
My heart nearly stopped beating. “Oh, yeah?”
“Pretty much.”
“Should take advantage of them, then, shouldn’t you?”
“I should.”
●•Author's Note•●
dedication goes to: @YessMalik First off, thanks for sharing with your friends. I'm so glad you like it this much, babe! I can't tell much about her conversation with Ty, but it'll happen. Don't worry. And you'll soon find out about Harry's past. Send my love to Germany readers :)
note: 1. Okay so basically the gif on the sidebar is just because I want to make you feel the need to bite Harry's lips whilst he says rubbish. Damn those lips. Why can't we all be Scarlett? 2. Okay, I'm really enjoying all the Harlett moments. And I hope you are, too. It's quite cheesy and stuff, but trust me, enjoy those moments. Nothing lasts forever. And oh, on Harry's next POV his past will be explained. Therefore, the faster you vote, the faster you find out ;D
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