She sighs and rips the covers off of her, swinging her feet onto the floor and walking towards the underwear on the floor.
Her ass jiggles every time she takes another step and I lose control of my movements. Her ass was inches away from the front of me and where I was standing, so I brought my hand down to her ass. I gave it a hard slap and squeezed it.
"Harry! Can you chill for at least two seconds? Your mum is probably outside of the door." She complained and pulled on her underwear.
I shook my head and grabbed her waist, throwing her onto my bed again.
I leaned down and kissed under her ear, then her jaw, then her cheek, up to her lips.
She kissed me back and pushed me away from her gently.
"Harry," She giggled through smiles and I kissed her cheeks again. "Stop. I am so hungover."
"Who's fault is that?" I smirked and she rolled her eyes then groaned, complaining that it hurts.
"I don't have clothes to change into."
I shook my head, walking over to my drawers and pulling out a pair of her jeans and a t-shirt of mine.
"You're very bad at packing, Belle. You left some underwear and a pair of jeans." I said and held them out to her which she shook her head.
"Can you put them on me?" She asked me with a pouty bottom lip and I nodded, taking her ankles and putting them into the top of the jeans.
I attempted to shift them up her legs, but they were tight so it was hard to do this on someone else. I finally got them up her legs and I zipped the zipper, buttoning the button on top.
I picked up her bra from the floor and she took it from me. I immediately turned around so she could put it on without me seeing anything she didn't want me to.
"You can look now." She states and I spin around quickly. She was wearing the maroon laced bra from last night and I smiled at her.
I pull her favorite rolling stones shirt over her head and she tucks it into her jeans.
She looks beautiful in my shirts.
"Alright. I'm gonna go home. I need to go to the gym with Quinn and then to the Y because I'm coaching seven year olds for volleyball." She breathed all in one go.
"Fine. I'll walk you out." I pout and we leave the room, walking downstairs.
We entered the living room and saw Gemma and my mum standing in the kitchen.
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(A/N: this is what harry's kitchen and living room looks like i just wanted to show you.)
We walked over to the front door and she opened it. I guided her outside, and left the door cracked as we walked to her car.
I push her back softly against the car door and she smiles up at me.
I kiss her lips, "I love you." I smile and kiss her again.
She moves her hand to my cheek and kisses me whispering a response, "I love you, Harry. Do you want to come to my volleyball game tomorrow?"
I nod and she smiles, "Will Logan be there?" I ask and her face changes.
"I don't know. I'm still mad at you. I didn't blackout, Harry. I don't want to talk about him. Can we please just move past this whole thing?" She pleaded.
"I-I'm not sure if I can just forget what-"
"I'm just asking for you to drop it. I don't want you talking about it anymore. Please."
I sigh but reluctantly nod, "Only for you, baby."
"Thank you." She smiles with a sadness and gets into her car, driving away.
After she's out of the driveway, I walk back up the steps and into my house. As I open the door, I see Gemma and Mum aren't that slick.
They got hit by the door when I opened it because they were probably listening.
"Are you guys serious?" I whined and my mother giggled, pulling Gemma back to the kitchen bar.
I took a seat at the bar stool and my mum started asking questions.
"Are you having sex?"
"Not righ-No!" I quickly answered and Gemma stifled a laugh to which I sent her a glare.
"So why were there underwear in the ground this morning?"
"I-erm. Ask Gem." I smiled and Gemma gasped.
"Oh, no. You're not going to pin this on me, little brother!"
"But you know the reason!"
"So do you, Harry."
"You're better at saying things."
"She's your girlfriend!"
"She's your girlfriend!" I mimicked her in a girly voice.
"She's your girlfriend! Blah Bleh!" We both mimicked over each other until my mother yelled over the both of us.
"Shut up! Gemma how old are you?"
"Mum. Are you really that surprised if they are? I mean they've been living in the same room since they were 15 to 17. They're juniors in high school and you separated them when they started to show their relationship. Who knows what they do when you go to sleep."
I groan and my mum argues back, "Are you calling me, your chill mother, a bad parent?"
"No," Gemma yells and then calmly states a few things. "They're not having sex. Isabelle would've told me if she were."
"So..can I go upstairs now?"
"Sure. Don't have sex in this house."
I chuckle and start walking upstairs, "Good. I like Isabelle's house anyways."
I heard Gemma's loud cackle and I immediately say I'm joking before going into my room.
------------------ authors note:
aye we just reached 3k reads!!! thanks gals
ugh anne was at the nashville show i should've went to that one. i loveee her
