*unedited*
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"Come on let's go now." Harry grabbed my hand and we walked out of the room making sure to turn the music system off.
The moment we stepped in the main hall, I immediately jerked away my hand from his grasp. He gave me a confused look with a hint of disappointment clear in his eyes but I silently shrugged hinting to our parents who were completely unaware of our growing relationship. He nodded, understanding. That's why I loved him.
"No, George. Seriously you have to watch all those matches with me. I mean just look at yourself! How judgemental you have become on our future footballers." Robin laughed playfully elbowing my dad and he chuckled deeply in response.
As soon as they spotted us, they engaged us in a conversation as well. Their company is really very entertaining, well not for Harry because he was making irritated faces every now and then.
"So what are we missing here?" Anne's sweet voice echoed from a distance and I saw my mom walking beside her. They were probably hanging out in the compound.
"Nothing much. I was just asking George to come again." Robin grinned widely and my dad gave mom a smile.
"Get it, baby? Come again." Harry's voice rung dangerously close to my ear making a shiver creep down to my first-time-touched- centre. His hot breath nearly had me passing out.
I swatted his arm and he laughed holding his flat tummy while all the adults looked at us in confusion.
Nothing really, Harry was just asking me to 'come' again.
"Okay it's ten by now and we should get going." Mom swam her hand in the air so that we all can get the hint to leave the house.
After all those dumb goodbyes and my promise to Harry that I will message him, we made our way outside with Robin following us to the front gate and then waved us off.
"Well I had a crazy time today. It's good to catch up with people whom you know." Dad was really in an amazing mood today. Maybe he was always like this, only I hadn't been noticing.
After our chilled walk in the night when we entered our home, my first instinct was to unbutton my jeans which was stuck up on my legs for more than the entire lifetime I had ever worn it. Only when I was dressed in loose plain white t-shirt and black loose shorts, I felt my sleep creeping its way back in my skin and I, the dedicated preacher of dreams, flew on my bed to get away from the world.
At least for a couple of hours.
12:00 a.m.
For the entire one and a half hour, my body has been struggling to win a war to get sleep from my brain. Unfortunately, my brain was winning.
Thoughts of those chocolate curls which were hanging down a beautiful face while those fingers assaulted me in the most amazing way, the intimacy at which our bodies were pressed together, how desperately I was moaning out his name and receiving deep grunts and his heavy breathing in response were not stopping to flood my mind.
Before my mind could register what my hands were doing, I noticed I had already sent a text message to Harry.
Me: Can't sleep. -_-
I was the last person to use those damn faces but for Harry I could do that. I needed him to know what I was feeling at the moment. Like he cannot guess.
I waited for a few seconds patiently for his reply.
No response.
Maybe he was sleeping. But I promised that I'd text him. Bitch you promised two hours ago. My subconscious mocked me. I decided to put it aside for a while.
My patience was running low. He knew that I hated to give time to the gadgets. Specially when my newly made crush was supposed to be on the other side.
I was about to throw my phone on the night stand, probably switching it off and talk to Harry a good few days later, my phone beeped to a message.
Harry: Same here girl. So, emojis right?
Whatever Harry did, even the stupidest of the things, it made me smile. So I was grinning ear to ear over a damn message.
Me: What are you doing right now?
Stupid question? Oh, yes.
Harry: Thinking about you. xx
Such a cheesy flirt. But still my heart raced knowing that he had feelings for me.
Me: And?
I really didn't know where did that come from. Maybe I wanted this conversation to last long.
Harry: Oh baby, you wouldn't want to know what am I up to...
What?
Me: Ew, you are gross. I am missing you.
These sentences were ironic when put together but there was nothing else that I could think of. I was too young for phone sex.
Harry: Do you want me to come there?
Yes.
Me: No! What would you do here? What if dad sees you? He'll kill you.
Please come here and cuddle with me. I really can't sleep without your arms.
Harry: Pessimist. I can't sleep without holding you. :((
My thoughts voiced by Harry Styles.
Me: Maybe sometime later? :))
Harry: Why not now?
Because I would never want to leave your arms again, like always.
Me: Just like that. I just wanted to know that you are fine or not.
Harry: Fine. Then see you later?
I knew it. I knew that he would get pissed off.
Me: Don't be a child. You know we will meet anyhow. xxxxxxx
Height of cheesiness.
Harry: Yeah, whatever.
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By the time we had finished our stupid text chatting, it had been one in the morning. So we decided to halt our conversations to continue it some other day.
After talking to Harry, it felt as if some weight had been lifted off from my chest and now I could have a sound sleep. But still I noticed his replies were not as energetic as they used to be, that constant nagging feeling was poking a corner in my brain but I somehow tried to put it aside. Maybe he was sleepy.
It was a really very long day. I had early morning fight with mom, I had to remain hungry for most of the day, I got scolded from my teachers, I missed my basketball coaching.
But on the other hand I gained so much. I apologised to mom, my dad finally came here to spend some time with us, I confessed my love to Harry, surprisingly he did the same in the most romantic way, not forgetting he gave me the first orgasm of my life.
This day had entered into the list of most weird yet amazing day of my life.
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Saturday morning.
My alarm buzzed again from the night stand. I had probably forgotten to switch that damn thing off.
Cursing, I got up from my bed and padded my way to the bathroom and got my necessities done.
Once you answer the call of nature, next thing you witness is the call of your stomach. You really can't stand to keep your belly empty. Of course, the next station was indeed, kitchen.
I hadn't realised that it was already ten in the morning, but I did when I spotted dad silently chewing on his sandwich and lost in his deep thoughts.
"Good morning dad. How was your first night after long time here?" I smiled ignoring to talk about the noises which I heard in the midst of the night from their room.
Ugh, freaky couple.
"Yes, it was good. Do you want to grab something to eat? I already knew you'll be up by this time." He passed me another plate and placed freshly made sandwich in front of me. I instantly started devouring it.
"Ciara?" He cautiously called.
"Hmm?" Half of the sandwich was still in my mouth.
"Can I discuss about something from you?" His voice was damn heavy.
Fuck.
What did I do now? Both of my lovely parents first of all feed me love and then grab me by my throat before I can swallow it.
"Um, sure." I half smiled gulping down the half chewed piece of food.
"I'm not being much nosy, but it's my right to know if there is something going between you and that Robin's step-son." His brows were too tensed and immediately all of my appetite was lost.
Fuck you food.
"Y-You mean by Harry?" I forced myself to not eat much more, otherwise I'll definitely end up puking all over the table.
"I sensed you have some kind of attraction towards him, so I'm just asking for confirmation." He tried to lighten up the mood by smiling but miserably failed.
What should I answer? That I love him? I love him with every cell in my body? No.
Can I sublime into the atmosphere?
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A/N
My school and studies are irritating as foooook. These days are way too hectic but still I'll try to update on time.
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Mohika Arya.