15. Shit, Shit, Shit

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"Please ?"

"No."

"Pretty please ?"

"Nope, not gonna happen."

"Harry, super pretty please," I keep on insisting, pouting ever so slightly but he shakes his head.

"No Ella," he sighs.

"Fine," I turn away from him. "Then I won't kiss you anymore," I challenge before starting to walk away but Harry catches my wrist spinning me around, a serious expression on his face.

"You're totally bluffing," he raises a brow, his green eyes boring into my own.

"See for yourself if I am," I tell him. He leans forward to kiss my lips but I turn my head to the side and place my hand on his face to bush him away and he frowns deeply before opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again.

"Babe, you can't do that to me. Kissing you is like my favorite thing in the world," Harry says after a few seconds, as he looks taken aback by my reaction and I have to turn away from him to hide my little smile.

I loved it when we were being playful with each other, and I loved the reactions I could get out of Harry when I teased him, they were so endearing and funny and made me smile so much. I just loved being happy with him, it surely was the best feeling in the world.

"Well, too bad, then," I tell him before disappearing in the kitchen.

"You can't be serious," Harry tells me as he appears behind me, the serious expression still on his face.

I don't bother replying as I start making myself some breakfast, and I have to bite my cheek in order to hide a smile.

"Alright, you want to play. Let's play," Harry whispers in my ear, kissing the spot where my neck meets my jaw, making me shudder and I can hear the damn smirk in his voice when he speaks, "Let's see how long you'll last."

He backs away from me slightly but not enough for me to be able to tell that he's still standing behind me. I turn away, almost letting out a yelp, not expecting him to be standing this close to me. He cocks a brow, a smirk still on his cherry lips lips, "are you done ?"

I fight a smile, "it depends. Is the answer to my question still no ?"

I had asked Harry to go to the movies with me because there was a movie I really wanted to see. But the movie being a love story, Harry had refused and I had been trying to convince him to come with me ever since then.

"If I say yes, will you let me kiss you ?" he asks, raising a brow, a little smile on his lips.

"Of course," I grin, knowing that he's gonna change his mind.

"The answer's still no," he says seriously, the smile that was painted on his lips only seconds ago, now nowhere in sight.

"What ?!" the smile is wiped off of my face at his reply.

He takes a step forward a wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him and nestling his face in my neck, planting a soft kiss on my skin. "I'm kidding, babe. I was just messing with you. Of course I'll go."

"Yayy !" I squeal, before wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and I feel him smile against my neck. "Thank you," I grin before kissing his cheek, letting my lips lingering on the spot for a little while longer than necessary.

"Can I get my kiss now ?" he raises a brow, a boyish grin on his lips and I can't help but let out a chuckle before nodding.

"Yea, you can," I smile wildly before gripping his curls to bring him closer and sealing our mouths together. The kiss is blissful as usual, and sends me into another world. Harry bites my lower lip lightly, making gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth to deepen the kiss. I tug on his hair a tad harder, making him groan in pleasure. He detaches his lips to kiss the skin on my neck, sucking softly on the spot under my ear, my heart skipping a beat and my breath getting caught in my throat.

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