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I lay on my couch with my legs crossed, my phone pressed against my ear as I listen to my father rave on across the phone line about how he can't wait to be playing golf in a just a few short months.
"So how's your vacation so far?" I ask, lifting my hand into the air out of boredom as I move my fingers around in different motions. My parents arrived in Bora Bora a few days ago and they finally got their WiFi and service working.
"It's really beautiful, everything we hoped it would be and more." He explains. I stare at my colorless nails, running through a couple options for a possible color. I should really paint my nails more. "The food is fantastic too."
"Is the resort nice?" I ask, glancing over as my apartment door is pushed open, revealing Harry as he steps inside, his hard face brightening when he sees me.
"It's amazing, the sun is pretty brutal though, your mom and I learned the hard way." My father chuckles across the phone. I force out a short laugh, Harry flopping on the couch and crawling over me, resting his head on my chest, my hand finding it's way to the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Sounds really great, dad." I voice.
"So how's the new semester and art?" He questions. I sigh, Harry's lips occasionally pressing against my shoulder.
"Classes are fine and art is the same." I mumble, Harry's head poking up at my words. I ignore his confused look which makes him frown, nudging my jaw with his nose. "New paints are working really well." I continue, Harry sitting up and straddling my hips causing me to look up at him.
"I knew they would, your mom tried to tell me you didn't use whatever brand that was, but I said it would be fine." He speaks, Harry leaning down and attaching his lips to my neck.
"Yeah I'm not picky, you kn—oh that." I clear my throat, slapping Harry's back as he smirks against my neck, continuing to suck and nip the skin, bringing the blood to the surface.
"You okay, Lucky?" My father asks, Harry letting out a breathy chuckle again my skin causing me to roll my eyes. He knows what he's doing. "Are you with someone?"
"I'm fine, I'm just with a friend." I lie, Harry biting down a tad bit harder on my skin, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he does so, my free hand fisting his curls. "I'm actually gonna have to let you go dad, I'll talk to you soon. Bye." I end the call before he can even answer, letting my phone fall to the floor.
"Friends?" Harry questions, sitting up now with a look of amusement clear on his face. I scoff and push his chest, Harry grinning down at me adorably.
"That's what we are isn't it?" I question back, Harry shrugging as he gently leans forward and tilts my head up, his thumb running over the sensitive skin he's created.
"Mmm." He hums in response. I grin and sit up, pulling my legs out from under him as I stand from my couch, stretching my back out with a yawn. "Zayn's having a little get together at his place tonight." Harry tells me, watching me from the couch as I grab us some waters.
"You want to go?" I ask, handing him his water. He shrugs his shoulders, pulling me to sit next to him.
"We can stop by, I want you to come with me though." He mumbles over the rim of his water before he takes a few long chugs. I nod slowly, setting my water on the coffee table.
"Sounds fun." I nod, Harry leaning over and pressing a firm kiss to my lips, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw. I'm slightly taken back by him but regardless I kiss him back, his lips moving from my top to bottom in a slow pattern that causes me to shift impatiently.
"You didn't tell your dad about meeting with Campbell." Harry observes, pulling away. I breathe heavily, blinking at him and the odd subject change.
"He wouldn't care anyways." I state with a small shrug. Harry stares back at me with a small frown on his lips.
"Sounded like he did on the phone." He replies back, his voice smooth and deep. I sigh and lean into him, pressing my lips against his, not wanting to talk about this anymore. "You know I'm right, you're avoiding it." He mumbles against my lips.
"I don't want to talk about it." I tell him, Harry sighing as he nods his head. I stand from my couch again, Harry watching me with furrowed eyebrows. "I need to shower, what time do you want to go to Zayn's?" I ask, Harry's hand running up and down the side of my leg and hip.
"It's already five so we can go at seven." He states. I nod my head. "I'll come back in an hour, I need to grab smokes and change." He tells me, standing up so our hips and fronts touch, his hand supporting my lower back.
"Should I dress up?" I ask, Harry shaking his head as he leans down and presses a brief kiss to my lips.
"No, but you should wear those black skinny jeans, I like them." He mumbles against my cheek. I grin and shake my head at him, telling him I'd see him soon as he leaves.
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Harry had failed to mention that the place I had first met Zayn, was his newly bought tattoo studio and not his house. Instead, he lives in an up town luxury apartment.
One thing I noticed was all of the walls were graffitied and everything else's was black, his counters, his furniture and even his fridge. It's a really modern apartment and probably my new dream apartment.
"I didn't know Zayn was so artistic." I tell Tiff, both of us stood in the kitchen. There's a few more people here than I had expected but everyone seems to get along, and Harry looks slightly less miserable than usual.
"Yeah, all of his tattoos are his own designs and everything here is by him too." Tiff tells me, her face beaming with proudness which makes makes me smile. "You're into art, yeah?" She asks suddenly causing me to nod.
"It's my major." I tell her. Tiff nods with a smile as she downs the rest of her drink which I think was a martini, she said that she didn't plan on getting drunk tonight.
"Tiffany!" Someone shouts, both Tiff and i glancing over as a blonde comes walking up to us, his eyes covered by black sunglasses and the closer he gets, the more I can see that his spiky hair is mixed with brown streaks.
"Niall how many times have I told you not to call me that." Tiff laughs, the blonde slinging his arm over her shoulder as he leans into her, Tiff rolling her eyes. "This is Niall. Ni that's Harry's girl Clover." Tiff says, my cheeks heating at the label of 'Harry's girl' she used.
"Nice to meet you, Harry's girl." He laughs, leaning forward and shaking my hand. I'm not exactly sure if he's drunk or if he's just a bit more hyper than the others here. "Speaking of, where is mister Harold?" Niall speaks over the music.
I was glad when Harry and I walked in and it wasn't a huge party with booze everywhere. It's mostly chill and a lot of the people are a year or two older than I am, so it's not like I'm with a shit ton of thirty year olds.
"I'm wondering the same." I speak, Niall glancing over at me with a smile, flipping his sunglasses off his face and setting them on the counter as he makes his way over to the bottles of liquor on display. "I'll be back." I tell Tiff before wandering around into the living room that is filled with people I don't know.
Some I recognize from Tiffs birthday as I weave in and out of the few people standing until I find myself slipping out onto the balcony, glancing down the left side then the right, seeing Harry stood with a cigarette between his lips, leaning against the railing.
"Harry?" I question, making my way towards him. He blows the smoke out and looks over at me, my arms crossed over my chest to try and keep warm. "Why are you out here?" I ask.
"Needed a smoke." He answers briefly. I frown at his short answer but I glance around anyways, admiring the view from Zayn's apartment. "It's cold, you should go back in." He stares, a frown falling onto my lips.
"Is everything okay?" I ask him, Harry nodding as he hallows his cheeks and takes another drag from his cigarette, tilting his face up to blow the smoke into the sky.
"M'fine, sweetheart." He answers lowly, keeping his eyes locked on the stars. He seems fascinated by them, like he could stare at them for hours and never get tired. That's how I feel about him.
"You like the stars?" I question, Harry nods his head subtly, his eyes gliding across the sky in all different ways, like he's soaking of bit he can until they're gone in the morning.
"They're beautiful." He answers. His words are unlike him, and the word beautiful sounds foreign coming from him, but I like it. I just wish I didn't have a bad feeling about the way he's acting. "I'll be in in a minute." He mumbles.
I frown at him, not wanting to go inside without him but it seems like he wants to be alone and is nicely telling me to go away. So I don't say anything and I return back inside, immediately finding Niall who is shouting for me to sit with him.
"How's Harold?" He asks, his arm stretched over the back of the couch behind me. The tv plays some hockey game that quite a few of the guys are getting into, others seem lost in their own conversations. Harold.
"He's okay, just smoking." I answer, Niall rolling his eyes. Tiff and Zayn both laugh and send me apologetic looks causing me to furrow my eyebrows at them.
"Smoking is so bad for you! Do you know that, Clover?" Niall asks causing my eyes to widen, Niall staring at me. "It causes cancer. Lung cancer, that can spread and it kills you!" He exclaims, his hand coming down on the couch in a fist, Tiff and Zayn both holding back their laughs. "Harry wonders why I call him a dumb ass! He's going to die at thirty!" I gasp at Niall and smack his shoulder.
"Don't say that." I laugh, glancing up as Harry is stood in front of me, I furrow my brows as he pulls me up and replaces my place with himself, pulling me onto his lap.
"Look who it is!" Niall hisses, Tiff laughing loudly as Zayn leans into her, a smirk playing on his own lips. "Smoker." Niall squints at Harry.
"Oh for fuck sakes, Niall." Harry grumbles, his arms wrapped around my waist as I lean back into his chest, his cheek rested against my shoulder. "Are you mad at me?" He mumbles, his lips grazing my ear. "Hm?" He hums quietly, just so the two of us can hear.
"I feel like you pushed me away." I mumble back, my eyes trained on Harry's hands that sit comfortably on my stomach with my own rested over his.
"Baby." He mumbles quietly, pressing a small kiss beneath my ear as he gently squeezes me causing me to sigh, his nose nudging the hinge of my jaw. "I wasn't pushing you away, was just thinking." He murmurs.
"Okay." I nod, not wanting this to turn into anything else. Harry gently kisses my cheek a few more times before he starts talking about something with Zayn. I don't pay much attention, the vibration from Harry's chest is enough to distract me forever. The way he breathes and occasionally shifts and assures me with small kisses on my shoulder and small squeezes.
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