Wanted You More

Bethany is top in her class, head-strong, and basically you're definition of a perfect girl but she has no intention of trying to be like every other girl and try to get Harry, the popular, good looking, soccer star, to like her...in fact, she doesn't really like him. But when Bethany is assigned to help Harry get his grades up and he realizes that Bethany is different than everyone else, will Bethany cave into giving Harry a chance or will she continue to stick to her idea that he is a spoiled, stuck up ass?

Includes sex, drugs, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing.

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61. Bad Timing

 

After school, Harry wanted to hang out but I told him I was booked up to my ears in homework and really needed to work on it. He tried to fight me on it but finally gave up and drove me home, but insisted he was going to stay and quietly watch TV as I worked on my homework.

I was sitting in my room, doing homework and Harry was downstairs doing his thing. I had music playing and I was singing along as I did my work.

“Wow…you’re good.” I had to have jumped fifty feet, making Harry laugh.

“What the hell, Harry?”

“I heard you singing from downstairs. I figured I would come up and see what was so important that I couldn’t be around you for.”

“It’s my philosophy of life paper.” I said slowly. There was a reason I didn’t want him up here as I worked on it.

“Ooh…what’s your topic?!” He asked, reaching for my papers. 

“It doesn’t matter.” I snapped, ripping my papers from his hands. He looked confused but I didn’t care whether or not he understood.

“Uhm…”

“Drop it, okay? I don’t want to talk about it.” Harry nodded and sat down on my floor silently. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. “What are you doing…?”

“I’m going to sit here with my eyes closed so you can write your paper.”

“Harry…”

“No. I want to be by you but if you don’t want to show me your paper, fine; I’ll sit here with my eyes closed.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. I looked at him with his lips pursed in a pout and his eyes slightly twitching. I slid to the ground quietly and leaned over Harry. I saw a slight smile forming on his mouth. “I think someone’s a little too close to me for working on a paper.” I watched his mouth move as he talked which only made me want to kiss him more.

“If you keep talking…I might have to leave.” I whispered against his lips. I noticed he sucked in a breath when I said that, letting me know I was in control.

“Don’t…” Harry whimpered. The way his lips curled when he talked made me want him so much more to the point where I was so close to just talking his clothes off right now.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his; softly at first than harder and more passionate. I was straddling Harry and his hands were running under my shirt, up the sides of my shirt. The kisses got more and more desperate and he started sliding my shirt off as there was a knock on my door. I jumped up and went right back to my desk and Harry went to open the door to find my mom there.

“Hello Harry!” My mom said happily. Harry smiled and nodded. “I thought I saw your car here!”

“Mom…I don’t drive. Of course his car is here.” I rolled my eyes and Harry laughed.

“It’s nice to see you Cami.” My mom smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“You too- what are you kid up to?”

“English papers.” Harry sighed.

“Oh, that’s not fun. I’ll make you guys a snack.” My mom left with that and Harry closed the door behind her.

“Damn…talk about your mom and bad timing.”

“Right? Now the moment is gone.”

“Wait…really?” Harry asked, wide-eyed. I nodded and smirked.

“Yup, you’re out of luck, buddy.” Harry groaned as he fell back on my bed and I turned back to my paper.

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