Jailen
"It's not that serious," I called to Harry as I watched from my window.
Harry was on his way across the street to the convenience store because, and I quote, he couldn't drink cheap wine without something to make it bearable.
"It's always that serious," He yelled back, looking up at me once before he walked into the store.
It was hot outside, even with the sun no longer being up, which is how I knew the summer had arrived. It was my second favorite season, I was always a happier person when summer came around.
The faint sound of the bell on the door of the convenience store caught my attention and Harry ran back across the street. Once I heard the door downstairs slam, I closed my window and sat down in the middle of the bed, reaching over to grab my cup from my nightstand.
I took a sip from it just as Harry walked through the door and sat the cans on the coffee table. I raised an eyebrow, "Ginger ale?"
He looked at me, confused as to why I was trying to hold my laughter.
"Who chases their wine with ginger ale?" I snorted, "Out of all the drinks-"
"It's my favorite," he said.
"Mine too, but I wouldn't chase liquor with it," I said, taking another sip of my wine.
"Maybe you have no taste," he huffed as he sat down on the couch and rubbed his hands over his thighs, a teasing smirk on his lips.
I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. I watched as he poured his wine into his glass and opened the ginger ale. He took a sip of the wine, his face twisting in disgust and then he took a sip of the ginger ale immediately after.
"You're disgusting," I mumbled.
"You haven't seen disgusting yet, sweetie," Harry winked and I felt my face heat up.
I was close to finishing my first cup already. I didn't want the cup to be empty at all so I stood up from the bed and grabbed the wine bottle from off of the table. He watched me carefully, I could feel his gaze on me as I filled the glass up halfway and sat next to him on the couch. But, I leaned against the arm of the couch and faced him, bringing my knees up to my chest and holding the cup against my lips.
"Long day?" He teased, his eyes flicking down to the cup.
I hummed, "Let's see, I've been cramping all day, my groceries melted in Zayn's car, and none of the buses had air conditioning today so I've had to inhale lots of smells," I shrugged and took another sip of my wine, "Oh! On top of the fact that I came home to a man sitting on my couch who also, get this," I pointed at him and he folded his arms across his chest, a look of amusement on his face as I ranted, "broke my fucking phone. I think it's safe to say that today has been long. But I did get something out of today so..."
Harry sighed but didn't say anything. I didn't either as I watched him pull his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and began typing, the sound of distant sirens filling the quietness in my apartment, along with the sound of his slow typing on his phone.
I snorted, "Could you type any slower?"
He smirked and shook his head. He double-clicked the power button on his phone and it dinged, "There, Jonah will drop your phone off tomorrow." I stared at him, my mouth hung open in disbelief as I lowered the glass. He looked up at me, "Close your mouth before I put it to use."
It took me a moment to register what he meant but when I did, I quickly clamped my lips shut and tried to ignore the slight throbbing of my clit from his words. Would he actually do that? Would he be pissed that I don't know how? I mean, I do but only from what I've seen on porn, which isn't much. I've never had any interest in sucking dick but now... at this moment... it's all I can think about. My mouth watered and I couldn't help myself as my eyes roamed down to his lap. His jeans were snug against his body and I could notice the faint bulge but I think it was just him. I don't think he was hard or anything... why would he be?
He cleared his throat, catching my attention and I snapped my head back up. He tilted his head, "Where'd you go, baby?"
"Uh," I raised my glass again. Did he just catch me staring at his dick? You're so embarrassing, Jailen. "Just thinking..."
"About what, sweetie?" He asked, taking a sip of his wine and of course, frowning at the taste.
"About how you and Zayn spend money on me without fucking blinking," I blurted out but it was the truth. Plus, it took the attention off of the fact that I wanted to suck his dick. Maybe I'm drinking this wine too fast...
Harry shrugged, "Why is that such a problem for you, Jai?"
"Because..." I mumbled, "It's expensive and I haven't done anything to like... earn it, I don't know."
"What makes you think you have to earn anything to get what you deserve?" He frowned, "You want it, you get it. What did he get you, baby?"
"A necklace," I frowned, remembering the price of it.
Harry chuckled, "Why do you look so disappointed? Is it ugly?"
I quickly shook my head before I downed the rest of the glass, "No, not at all. In fact, it's literally the prettiest fucking thing I've ever laid my eyes on."
"So, ma chérie, what's the problem?" He asked and rubbed his hands over his stomach as he sighed.
I locked eyes with him, suddenly feeling ungrateful that I'm even complaining. I sat my cup down on the coffee table, my head spinning a little bit as I watched him finish off his glass. "It was freaking $125,000."
Harry shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Jailen-"
"I know," I groaned and stretched my legs out across his lap. His hand fell to rest on my thigh immediately and my breathing stuttered, "I just... I don't know how to react to that much money being spent on me. It makes me feel weird."
He rubbed his hand up and down my leg, "Well, that's just something you'll have to get over, baby. I don't plan on stopping and I doubt Zayn does." He licked his lips, "Can I see it?"
"See what?"
"The necklace," He nodded his head towards the black bag on the table, "Can I see the necklace, Jailen?"
"Oh! Yeah, of course," I pulled my legs from his lap and his hand moved to linger on my waist as I leaned closer to him to grab the bag. I sat next to him, my shoulder pressed against his, and pulled the velvet box out before handing it to him.
He opened the box and examined the jewelry, "It's very pretty, baby."
I nodded, "It is-"
"I don't think it's prettier than you, but Zayn has good taste. Always did." He said before he closed the box.
He looked over at me and my heart stopped. I think he drank his wine a little too quickly, also.
I cleared my throat, feeling flustered under his gaze, "How did you two meet?" I asked, once again trying to ignore the faint throbbing of my clit. The way he was looking at me made my skin vibrate.
"Our moms went to high school together," He said, his voice low as he relaxed further into the couch, "My mom needed a babysitter one day and Zayn's mom was the only person available so, my mom dropped me off at her house and Zayn and I clicked immediately," He smiled as if he was vividly remembering that day, "I think I spent the whole summer there one year. I didn't want to go home. He lived far out, like past the woods and shit and it was so quiet..." Harry rambled and I couldn't help but smile with him as he talked, "No cameras, no one yelling and arguing. It was just quiet."
"You don't like living in the city?" I asked, keeping my voice just as low as his.
"Hate it, sweetie," He shook his head and leaned it back against the couch, "Always did, but my dad did a lot of business here so it was just better if we stayed close."
He stretched his arm around the back of the couch and I found myself leaning into him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder, "Is that why the estate is so far out?"
Harry hummed, "Yeah, you could say that. It's still a little too close for my liking but I can't complain about it too much. Some good things have come out of living close to the city."
"Like what?" I said, leaning my head back and locking eyes with him.
"You," he replied just as quickly.
Oh, fuck. I inhaled sharply, completely caught off guard by his words, yet it made me warm from the inside out. I smirked, "You think you're so smooth."
His other hand came up and he rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip as he chuckled, "I'm just being honest."
"I totally believe you, baby," I mumbled and he raised an eyebrow. I don't know why I called him baby, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it as I watched his smile widen.
"You want me to spell it out for you?" He leaned closer, his lips brushing over mine.
I hummed and nodded, "Maybe I do."
"Yeah?" He whispered, his hand moving down until he reached my neck. His fingers tightened around my throat and I gasped. He nodded his head when I swallowed harshly, "Lie down."