Turn This Around

He was beautiful, like an angel, handsome like a god, but what he possessed within was frightfully dark, dangerous and deceiving. You look into his eyes and you're staring into hell itself and you realise he is the demon in which haunts you in you're sleep.

When Natalie Carter, the new girl in town catches the eye of the biggest asshole in school she soon discovers she's going to need more than a feisty attitude and snarky come backs to get rid of the male who stalks her. Challenged with school, making friends and trying to find her place in the world, she really doesn't need Harry Styles on her plate. Harry Styles was not good, in fact he was far from it. He was a demonic creature who had crawled from the fiery pits of hell in Natalie Carters eyes.

There is no escape once your being hunted.

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73. Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter 65

Faint light was beginning to peak through the curtains as night turned to day. The weather was as dreary as ever, the storm still going strong. It could rage as much as it liked but it would never be able to so much as even form a ripple on the content surface of my heart.

Harry's breath fanned out against the back of my neck as he lay snuggled up behind me in a semiconscious state. I'm not sure how much time had passed since I had awoken but judging by the dull grey light it was probably getting on to seven. Maybe eight. All I knew was that I hadn't fallen asleep again and that Harry had barely moved a muscle since I got back into bed earlier. He hadn't so much as lifted a finger as he held me against his chest. I wasn't complaining though, lying with Harry was never uncomfortable despite the positions we tended to get tangled in. I do get a little restless at times though, and end up squirming around much to his horror. Harry never complains about my constant fidgeting or subconscious trailing of my foot up his leg during the night. I just can't help it. I simply cannot stay still.

The grumbling of my stomach abruptly broke the silence, alerting Harry of my deficient consumption of food the past 24 hours or so. I inwardly groaned at the idea of having to remove myself from such a comfortable position. I was dreading the idea of having to navigate my way through aisle after aisle in attempt to find something to satisfy my needs. Then again, I was yearning food to both satisfy and shut my stomach up because it sounded as though it was devouring itself.

Harry's fingertips lightly nudged the material covering my body upwards to reveal more of my soft skin. His touch shifted to my stomach, where his large hands gently settled near my navel. The pad of his thumbs softly caressed the source of the rumbling, tracing small circles in my skin. Desperately, I wrapped a leg around one of Harry's in an attempt to cuddle him. It was difficult trying to hold him when my back was pressed to his front. My arms were not designed to bend backwards like that so a leg cuddle would have to do. I felt Harry shift behind me, dipping his head down into the crook of my neck. A giggle escaped my lips at the feeling of his curls tickling against my skin as he smothered my neck in tiny kisses. I loved it when Harry was like this. He was so cute and playful that I just wanted to kiss him from head to toe. When he was happy it was like the entire room lit up. Harry's smile and laughter always rubbed off on me, it was an uncontrollable reaction I had towards his happiness.

"I love you." He softly whispered in my ear.

His words made me feel fuzzy inside, my heart fluttering with the knowledge of his raw, untainted love. Every time he uttered those three little words I knew he meant them. 'I love you' wasn't tossed back and forth between us casually like it meant nothing as it did to so many others. Our love was genuine. It came from the heart, not the head. I loved Harry with every single little bit of me I had. I didn't love him simply for his looks, they came as a bonus. I loved him for who he was. I didn't want him for his materials, I wanted him for his heart.

"I love you, Harry."

He hummed quietly, absorbing my words as he cuddled me closer. I didn't object to being repositioned, in fact, I was more than happy to snuggle up to him as closely as possible. The reciprocation of my words had the most extraordinary effect on him. Those three simple words were all it took to coax a smile onto his beautiful face, replacing the somewhat of a constant scowl. I knew hearing 'I love you' fall from my lips made him happy. The words were so foreign to him. No one had ever had the heart or taken the time to say them to him before. I loved Harry's reaction when I told him just how much I loved him. Even if I could not see his face, I was still aware of how happy hearing someone say they loved him made Harry feel.

My hands lightly caught hold of his, forcing them apart slightly to give myself a little room to move. Harry let out a groan of annoyance, clearly displeased with my actions. It took little more than a second for me to roll over onto the other side of my body so I could face him and the moment I did, I was met with a brilliant shade of emerald green eyes. A smile curved up at the corner of my lips as I took in his sleepy appearance in cold light. Dark lashes framed his pretty eyes, slightly hidden by drooped eyelids. As usual his curls were as wild as ever, sticking out at all angles, flopping against the pillow. My smile was reciprocated as our gazes met, his own lips tweaking upwards into a lazy grin.

Harry looked completely exhausted and I didn't blame him. He had gone out of his way to bring me here, to make me happy and so we could maybe have a little fun but his good deed had backfired on him. He'd been verbally abused, physically abused and mentally abused all in a very short period of time. It saddened me to think I was the cause of his tiredness and his hurt. If I never brought him here, then none of this would have happened and there would have been no damage done to anyone. It's too late now. I really messed this up by coming back, I should have known better.

I don't even know what I was thinking!

What's done has been done and there's nothing I can do to change the events that have occurred in the place I only see now as being hell.

I can't rewrite the past but I can shape the future.

I'm going to turn over a new leaf and start again because there is nothing left here for me. I have no one but enemies here now, people who once were my closest friends and family but now I fear they have all turned against me because I see beyond the cover of a book. I used to love it here. I really did but now all I feel is loneliness.

I never really noticed how big this house was until harry brought me back. There was a lingering loneliness, an eeriness that gave off a haunting feeling. It was much too big and there wasn't another house in sight for miles, just a huge expanse of grass that spread for what felt like a million miles.

My bed felt bigger as well, colder. It wasn't warm or comforting like it used to be. I couldn't snuggle down beneath the covers and hide myself away from everything anymore because there was no longer that feeling of security. I felt like I was lying in the open, surrounded by a circle of guns all aimed at my chest, ready to fire yet another bullet into my already bullet holed heart.

This trip has been a disaster but it has also opened my eyes.

I've been holding onto nothing for too long a time. The things that once brought me comfort only bring me pain and emptiness. The space around me has grown. My friends have slipped through my fingers and fired a thousand bullets into my heart.

Here I am alone.

I don't need them anymore, Harry gives me more comfort and more security then all of them put together. He may be one man, alone, misunderstood and unloved but he gives me more than I could ever ask for and I wouldn't give him up for the world.

The span of Harry's hands cupped my lower back as he brought our bodies closer together. Our legs tangle as Harry pressed his pelvis against me before his arm tugged me up against his bare chest. I couldn't help but laugh a little at how incredibly cuddly he was today, his refusal to let me drift so much as a centimetre away from him was adorable. It was obvious he wanted to spend the day lovingly wrapped around me to make up for the loss of yesterday. But as much as I would have loved to do exactly that, my stomach had other ideas which involved forcing my legs to drag me off to find food at some stage.

I let Harry have a further few minutes of cuddling, letting him trace patterns into my back with the soft pads of his fingertips as his mouth tentatively caressed my skin. Warm lips swept up my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses in their wake before moving on to leave another. Teeth lightly nipped at my skin every so often with the intention to leave a reminder of this moment in the days to come. Harry didn't need to leave his mark on me though because moments with him were as clear as crystal and I could never forget the feeling of his plump, pink lips pressed delicately against my skin. His touch seemed to linger on me for days, the feeling of his warm skin, his beating heart and his tender lips were always faintly present when we were apart, no matter how far.

Harry's lips fell away from the crook of my neck as I twisted in his hold in an attempt to escape the confines of the bed. I wasn't exactly willing to tear myself from his grasp but my stomach was getting the better of me and I knew I had to eat before I fainted. His fingers desperately fisted at the material of my shirt, trying to hold onto me whilst I tried to break free of his tight grip.

My lip was taken between my teeth as I reached down towards Harry's hands where they were tightly clenched around the shirt. With some difficulty I began to pry each of his fingers off one by one. My heart contorted in pain as Harry let out a whine, the sound echoing around the room and back to my ears all over again. He knew he was losing this battle due to my persistence and tugging at his fingers which are undoubtedly sore from punching whoever he punched the other night. I didn't want to leave Harry by himself but he was honestly a pain in the arse when it came to shopping.

"Where are you going?" Harry pouted. "Stay in bed with me. I want to cuddle with you."

The look he was giving me was almost enough for me to dive head first back into bed with the sneaky bastard, however, I knew exactly what he was playing at and it wasn't going to work.

"To get food." I responded. "Now if you would kindly let me go, Harold, I can be there and back before you know it and you'll get to keep all your fingers."

"Don't call me that." He frowned in annoyance, eyebrows knitting together as his facial expression turned solemn and his grip only tightened on the shirt.

"I'll call you Harold until you let go of me, Harold."

Harry groaned in dismay as I waited patiently for him to release me, knowing all to well that I had won this battle. I had almost expected him to release me immediately but I was taken slightly by surprise when his fingers remained curled round the fabric, holding me in place. Harry appeared to be thinking. Contemplating whether to release me and lose the much hated name or to stick it out and hold me captive. I was beginning to think he had decided to go with the latter when he abruptly met my gaze.

His vibrant green gaze swam with mischievousness as I watched a coy grin quirk at the corner of his lips. I internally face palmed myself, knowing he would probably come up with some cheeky way to prevent me from leaving the house. He was a devious little bastard, always coming up with smart comebacks. Harry was a quick thinker and with that cheeky tongue and a blazing personality, he would always have that advantage over me.

Wriggling in his hold, I continued to attempt to make a break for it but he was persistent, refusing to let me go without a fight. A couple of minutes past and eventually I gave up struggling. It was no use, he was bigger and stronger than me and there wasn't even the slightest possibility of me being able to break free relying on brute strength alone. Compared to Harry I was a shrimp. I had no arm strength what so ever and he was probably twice the size of me. I was useless against him, relying on wits alone whenever it came to situations such as the one I was in. There was no way I could ever beat him strength wise, not even if both his arms and legs were broken.

Finally giving into Harry's tugging, I allowed myself to be pulled back against his muscular chest. His breath was warm against my neck as I lay hungry and slightly grumpy now as he had prevented me from leaving the bed. Harry clearly had never met hungry Natalie before and if he wasn't careful, he was going to get a very unpleasant greeting from her in a moment. I writhed in his grip as he tried to nestle me into the warmth of his chest where he could cuddle up to me with great ease. My annoyance was made apparent as I refused to let him hold me against him.

Harry's head dipped down into the crook of my neck, lips tenderly brushing against my earlobe as he released a heavy sigh. Despite my displeasure with him at the time, the shiver that ran down my spine was unpreventable and left my body feeling warm and tingly. Goosebumps prickled on my skin as his plump lips wrapped around my lobe, lightly sucking on the sweet skin. I could feel my heart rate quicken a little as Harry's fingertips lightly traced over my skin, the sensation leaving me with the feeling of breathlessness. It felt so good to be able to feel this way again with him after what felt like an eternity of separation. Even though I was frustrated with him right now, my adoration for him was undeniable and there was no way I could hide such strong emotions.

His curls tickled at my cheek as he released my earlobe again, now moving to nuzzle his nose into my hair. I almost laughed as he deeply inhaled the exotic scent of my shampoo, the adorably idiotic notion was somewhat amusing to me as he took pleasure in absorbing every single little detail of my body and I. Harry's lips came to hover over my ear again, a light kiss pressed to the skin before I felt his lips part as if he were about to speak.

"Cuddle with me for five more minutes." He bargained. "Then we can get food."

A long finger lightly prodded me in the stomach as it grumbled for what might have been the one hundredth time in the last five minutes. It was only a matter of time before Harry brought out the bear jokes. He found them utterly hilarious even though they weren't even slightly funny but I jus played along, pretending he was the funniest guy on earth, even though it was probably Niall. Jokes were not a strong point for Harry, his sense of humour was so incredibly stupid that I found it adorable.

His bargain was one of which I would happily oblige to. Five minutes of cuddling with him and in return I would get to leave the comfort of his chest and go get something to eat. It wasn't really a bargain as it was a win win situation for me.

"You drive a hard bargain, Styles." I let out a small laugh.

Harry grinned widely as I rolled over. He knew he had won this one. My arm fell across his chest, hand settling over his ribs. My fingertips lightly caressed the smoothness of Harry's skin, delicately caressing his body as he contently hummed in my ear. Heat radiated off his skin as his chest rose and fell slightly quicker than it usual. My fingers lightly trailed from his ribs and over to his left pec. The expanse of my hand lightly pressed against his chest, feeling the erratic pounding of his heart against my palm. I smiled to myself knowing I was the reason for the heightened rate of breath passing between Harry's lips and the erratic throbbing of his heart.

Harry's arm tightened round my waist has he tilted his head a little to the right to meet my gaze. His eyes shone with a vibrant green, shimmering with indescribable emotion that made my heart flutter. Harry smiled up at me, his hand gently gripping the back of my shirt as I returned his content grin. My gaze lingered on the curve of his plump, pink lips, the desire to feeling the fullness of Harry's mouth against my own taking over my body.

My lower lips became caught between my teeth as absorbed his calm, content expression. I watched as Harry's emerald eyes flicked down towards my own lips briefly before returning to meet my gaze. My hand shifted up towards his forehead where I gently pushed a few fallen curls from his forehead. His curls tangled between my fingers as I gently ran my touch through the tangled mess of hair atop of his head. I couldn't help but smile as I watched his lips part, mouth falling open as a result of the gentle combing of my fingers through his hair. My nails lightly scratched at his scalp, lightly massaging his head.

A small moan escaped his lips as he shifted slightly, his head moving to nestle itself in the crook of my neck. Harry's lips pressed lightly against the base of my neck as I continued to lightly tug at his roots. A second moan vibrated from the back of his throat and against my neck as mouth lightly sucked on my skin. I could feel the blood slowly rise to the surface of my skin as Harry nipped at the slowly forming mark. My heart beat heavily against my chest, breath tumbling from my lips in quiet pants.

I found my fingertips lightly trailing from his hair and along his defined jawbone. Harry's mouth fell away from my neck, leaving a love bite in their place. I cupped his jaw in my palm as my thumb gently swiped over his smooth skin in small circular motions, delicately caressing his cheek. I watched Harry's eyes fell closed as I leant in.

My eyelashes fluttered closed as my mouth pressed lovingly to the corner of Harry's mouth. He grunted quietly, irritated with my teasing as he tried to latch onto my lower lip. I let out a little laugh as I pressed both palms to his chest, using him as leverage. I shifted my body over his, my knee resting between his legs as my face hovered just above his. Harry groaned as I left another teasing kiss to the other corner of his mouth. Harry's hands desperately grasped my hips in an attempt to pull me down on top of him.

"You're such a tease." He moaned as I splotched sweet kisses along his jaw.

I silenced him by pressing my lips against his, preventing him from uttering so much as another word. A deep moan rumbled from deep within his chest as I tugged at his chocolatey curls. Harry's lips fit against mine perfectly, his lower lip moulding into the dip between both mine. I couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his soft, warm, tender lips pressing against my own, kissing him was like getting a glimpse of heaven. It was blissful. My heart hammered violently against my chest as Harry tilted his head a little further to the side, his nose sweetly nuzzling against mine.

Our lips moved in perfect sync. The warmth of Harry's hands tickled at the hem of the thin material covering my body, his mouth pressing a little more firmly against mine. Fingers wiggled up under the shirt, exploring the newly found skin covering the expanse of my back as his mouth continued to move against mine. The passion felt between us was coursed through my veins and tugged at my heartstrings. It was like a burning fire, searing through blood, fuelling my body with a deep set emotion that I felt only for Harry.

He lightly nipped at my lower lip, tingling it partially into his mouth before desperately smash his lips against mine again. I let out a gasp of surprise as Harry's fingertips abruptly dug into my sides, his large palms gripping my hips firmly. It one one swift movement, the dominant position that I had briefly upheld was taken from me and I was flipped over. Harry roughly pushed me back against the mattress without breaking the kiss, his body coming to rest above me. My fingers gripped the back of his neck, holding him against me.

The duvet wrapped around us, almost tying us together in a tangle of arms, legs and lips. Our mouthes moved hungrily against each others, lips desperately Caressing one another's as teeth lightly grazed soft flesh. Harry's tongue slipped from within his mouth before smoothly gliding over my lower lip. His intentions were clear, however, I was in the mood for messing with him.

My left hand pressed against the firmness of Harry's stomach, pushing him away. My fingers found their way into the mop of curls atop of his head, fingers grabbing a fistful before using them to pull his head away from mine. A look of surprise crossed Harry's face as our mouthes disconnected. Clearly he had forgotten about our deal, either that or he had hoped he was enough of a distraction to make me forget about it. I hadn't forgotten though and I wasn't going to let him get away with been the cheeky bastard he was. Not today at least.

"Five minutes is up." I smiled smugly.

Harry let out a groan of annoyance, rolling off me to the left in defeat. He flopped lazily against the pillows, his lower lip puffing out in a pout as he gazed over at me. Harry looked like a grumpy little kid who wasn't allowed ice cream because he'd been naughty. It was adorable.

I could still feel the tingle of his touch on my lips despite the distance between us now. The taste of him still lingered and my lips were warm with recent connection of his. I was happy to feel the warm tingly sensation inside me. Only Harry evoked this kind of feeling, his touch, his kiss, his voice, his smile, even his proximity created this feeling. It was hard not to love him, I had already failed in falling into his arms. This is why I find it so difficult to understand why no one else ever cared for him in the way the should have. How could they have pushed such a beautiful boy into the dark and left him there to rot all alone. It was just cruel.

My elbows dug into the mattress as I used them to push myself up into a sitting position. The cold swept over my skin in an instant, raising small goosebumps on my arms as the warm atmosphere the confines of the duvet created slipped away. Cold shiver shot down my spine like icicles. The cold was a horrible reminder of how it would be ten times worse once I set foot outside. I had never been one to like stormy whether like this. Generally on days like today I would curl up in front of the TV with a fluffy blanket, a hot chocolate and my feet shoved deep within my fuzzy ugg boots. Venturing outside into the cold was never something I'd put on my to do list by choice. Today I didn't really have a choice.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry watching me. His emerald eyes locked on my body as I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to make it look semi-decent. Harry's gaze burnt holes in my skin, causing my blood to fizzle ecstasy and my heart rate to quicken. I hated the way he could so easily get under my skin and tease my emotions. His watchful eyes were distracting as I could always feel when he had them set upon me. I both loved and hated those brilliant green eyes.

"Stop looking at me." I groaned. "I need to get dressed."

Harry's lips curved upwards into a wicked grin as his eyes blazed with a sudden excitement. I rolled my eyes at him, I knew all to well what was going through the dirty mind of his and I wanted to slap him.

I watched as Harry pushed himself up, a suggestive grin finding its way onto his face as his devilish gaze remained set on my body. I swallowed nervously as he began to creep towards me, growing dangerously closer by the second. Though I knew his intentions, I couldn't find it in me to push him away. Maybe it was because I wanted him close to me or because I secretly loved the feeling of his uncontrollable fingers all over my body.

My heart rate quickened a little, blood surging through my veins at an increasingly rapid pace. Harry crawled closer, the proximity between us was now enough for me to be able to feel the heat radiating of his soft, smooth skin.

I didn't move when he came to hover above. A devilish smirk was etched into his lips as his face hovered mere millimetres from mine, warm breath hitting my skin. For a minute we sat watching each other, our gazes locked as me delved deep within the others eyes. It wasn't hard to get lost in his eyes, they were far to beautiful. The vibrant green was rimmed with a dark mysteriousness and a dangerous lust. They almost seemed to glow with the further depth there was to Harry that you could only discover if you reached beyond the limits of appearance. My gaze was torn from his as an unanticipated gasp fell from my lips. Harry's large palm slid up the inside of my thigh, fingertips lightly pressing into my skin.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." He teased.

"Exactly." I responded, boldly slapping his hand away from my leg. "I don't want you getting any ideas."

I watched as Harry's lips parted, a deep chuckle rumbling from within his chest as he hovered above me. It was evident that he was doing everything in his power to get me to stay in bed with him or at least to delay my evacuation. I wasn't going to play his sneaky little game anymore as much fun as it was.

The soft fabric of the sheets lightly brushed against my fingers as I curled them around Harry's wrist, preventing his hand from wandering any further. With a small tug, I pulled his arm from beneath the sheets before holding it up above his head. Harry was caught slightly off guard, his body wavering as he tried to keep himself upright with only one hand. I was quick to take his off balance to my advantage, my free hand shoving at his shoulder.

The entire bed shook as Harry crashed back against the mattress, the headboard rattling against the wall. His long frame sprawled out as he groaned in defeat, finally realising that I wasn't falling into his trap. It was unusual for me to be the one who had the upper hand as Harry was always the one who seemed to be in control. I had reigned over him on a few occasions and I must say I loved it. I guess since I wasn't often the one in control that on the rare day that I was it always felt so much more amazing.

Before Harry could recover, I tossed the duvet cover back, making sure it landed on his face only to disorientated him further and buy me some extra time. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, dreading the feeling of the undoubtably chilly floor that would soon be beneath my feet. I really was not looking forward to anything from here on out today and honestly I would much rather stay here with Harry than leave the house. I would never indulge him in that sort of information though as it would completely defeat the purpose of my great escape.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I gripped the edge of the bed between my fingers, using my hands to push myself up off the comforting mattress. A sharp breath was sucked between my teeth as I was hit with a surge of cold. It wrapped round my exposed limbs, nipping at the freshly revealed skin. It was like stepping out of a sauna then abruptly jumping into an ice bath. The rapid heat change was bone chilling. I was seriously contemplating taking the whole duvet with me and leaving Harry to freeze in the chilly conditions but I thought against it as I needed him for a heat source.

It only took me a couple of minutes to get dressed as I decided to just wear Harry's shirt and chuck on a pair of jeans and a jacket. I didn't see much point in a complete outfit change as I was almost a hundred percent sure I would just end up wearing what I had worn to bed once I got back. I did however brush my teeth and put a hairbrush through my tangled hair a couple of times. I didn't really care about what people here would think of me because I was never coming back. I honestly don't care who see's me wandering through a supermarket with my boyfriends shirt on, no bra and odd socks. I mean who cares if I'm wearing Harry's clothes? Who's going to be able to tell I'm not wearing a bra if I've got a thick jersey on? Quite frankly who's going to be looking at my feet? I just can't be bothered trying anymore.

What's the point in trying when no ones going to try for me?

Harry was sprawled out across the bed, his body completely consumed by the duvet cover as he lay atop of the mattress all on his own. He'd gone into hibernation a couple of minutes ago after I turned down what felt like his billionth invitation to join him beneath the sheets a billion times. It was obvious he sulking, grumpy that he had lost this battle as he was unable to entice me back into bed with him. My determination to not let him win me over on this one was solely driven by the hunger eating away at my stomach. If I wasn't so hungry then I probably would have settled back down with him and fallen asleep. However, that was not the case.

My feet quietly carried me across the room to where Harry lay beneath the covers. He was lying so still that I almost thought he was dead and I probably would have had miniature panic attack if I hadn't seen the steady rise and fall of what the duvet where I presumed his chest must have been resting beneath.

"Thanks for cleaning the bathroom up last night, you didn't need to do that." I whispered as I slipped my feet into a pair of vans.

He shifted slightly beneath the covers, pulling ten more tightly around himself as he released a small grunt in response to my gratitude. It was now obvious why he took so long in the bathroom last night as the shards of reflective glass were now in the bin and the tiles were as clean as ever.

I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness before I slowly crept closer to the end of the bed. The recent shift in position Harry had made had caused the duvet to slip up slightly now leaving one of his feet in the cool air. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the sheet as it was no longer connected to the end of the bed. I was pretty sure it was tangled up with Harry in their as it generally did that to me either that or it was tugged up with the duvet.

I lowered my body back down onto the mattress so I was perched on the edge in an ideal position to flee if Harry got grabby. My fingers lightly travelled across the bed towards his exposed foot sticking so temptingly out from beneath the covers. I noticed he must have removed the batman bandaids at some point during the night as there was no longer any sign of them, only a few slowly healing cuts decorated the underside. I was relived that they weren't as bad as I thought they were after seeing the amount of blood on the floor last night. They were a little red around the edges but otherwise I think he'll survive.

Harry's lurched to the left slightly as I grasped his ankle. I almost laughed at how ironic it was that I had been the one trying to escape him only minutes ago and now the roles appeared to have changed. I refused to release him as he squirmed in my grasp, desperately trying to pull his leg free of my tight grasp. I wasn't going to let up though.

"Harry." I cooed as my fingertips lightly tickled at the sole of his foot.

"Stop it." He grumbled, clearly trying to suppress his laughter as I continued my assault on his foot.

I writhed a moment longer before eventually giving into my antics and pulled the duvet from over his head. The dishevelled male playfully tossed a pillow at me which I failed in dodging. I was hit dead square in the face and Harry took my moment of disorientation to his advantage as he yanked his ankle from my grip. I didn't really care though as a cheeky smile now adorned his face. I had only tickled him to evoke that lovely smile that I wish he would wear so much more often. Harry had such a beautiful smile and scowling all the time was just a waste of his toothy grin.

"Do you want me to get you anything specific?" I asked as my hand gently rubbed up and down one of his calves through the duvet.

I watched as his eyebrows knit together in a thoughtful expression, forming the small crease between them. I waited patiently for him to respond, hoping it would be sooner rather than later as the growing feeling of huger continued to increase. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to wait for him to reply because there's the possibility he's not saying anything just to keep me here with him a little longer. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was stalling because he's been doing it all morning and I see no reason for him to want to stop doing it now.

I was just about to open my mouth to tell him he had ten seconds before I was leaving but he beat me to it.

"Condoms." He grinned cheekily.

I felt my face warm with his request, pink flushing across my cheeks as my eyes widened a little. I hadn't anticipated such a request and in no way did I plan on fulfilling it. I don't think I could make it past the checkout without dying of embarrassment. There was no way I was going to buy Harry condoms, he could buy them himself.

"I'm not buying you condoms." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You asked what I wanted." He smirked wickedly. "I'm all out."

I don't care if he's out of condoms. I know he has a draw full of them in his room back home and were leaving tomorrow so there's no point in getting them. There was no way I was going to buy him any myself as immature as it sounds. I just don't think I could bring myself to take them to the checkout, it was just plain awkward. I can just imagine the checkout chick making some batts sing comment like 'be safe' or 'make sure he wears one'. I think I'd rather shoot myself than suffer that kind of uncomfortableness.

"I don't care if your all out." I rolled my eyes at him in refusal.

"Well I'm not ready to have kids." He jabbed back.

It was at that point that I hit him with a pillow, whacking him in the face with it over and over again. My cheeks were flushed bright red with embarrassment, Harry was top of the class when it came figuring out ways to make my cheeks flare tomato red. What I hate most is how easily he can do it. Its like one minute I'm fine, the next Harry's snapped his fingers and I'm blushing like a fool. I pretty sure he has a book of ways to up that he keeps hidden under his bed.

I have no intention of having kids with him at this age and even if we did the baby would probably be more mature than him. He's an idiot. Neither of us are mentally ready to have a baby as were little more than kids ourself and neither of us would have anyway to support the child.

Why does he even think were going to be having sex before we go home?

"Who said we were going to do it again." I rose a questioning eyebrow at him.

Harry brushed the pillow to the side as he pushed himself up so he was sitting. A smug grin curled at the corner of his lips as he looked over at me, my expression unimpressed. I desperately wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face as he shifted behind me. My heart rate picked up slightly as he shifted from my line of sight, my lack of knowledge of his whereabouts making the situation adrenaline building.

Warm fingers trailed down my neck, Harry's touch sending shivers down my spine as I remained unmoving at the edge of the bed. Now probably would have been a good time to make a run for it but in the situation I chose fight rather than flight. I had been o a win streak all morning and I didn't intended on letting him get one on me.

I felt Harry press closer, the radiating warmth from his skin alerting me to our proximity. I was less than surprised when I felt his left arm coil round my waist, pulling me back towards him. My back was pressed firmly against Harry's bare chest as his arm tightened around me. I tried to channel my breathing, refusing to let him discover the affect he had on me as it would only be a sign of weakness. I inhaled slowly, sucking in what was a satisfactory amount of oxygen before I exhaling. Though the my breathing cane of as steady, i could inly pray that he couldn't feel the erratic beating of my heart because that would be a dead giveaway to how he made me feel.

Harry's fingertips lightly grazed my jaw as my hair was drawn to one side in order to dive him access to my neck. I tried to maintain the steady breath pattern I had created as his head dipped in, curls lightly tickling at my cheek. The warmth of his breath fanned out across my throat causing my heartbeat to quicken. I don't think I'd ever been quite so restrained around him. It was a real struggle not to give into his loving hold and tender kisses as the bond between us was so strong that it was near impossible to have even the tiniest scrap of self control. I loved Harry and I'll admit, I also loved his cheekiness as it generally resulted in playful banter or a little competition between us.

Harry's lips planted themselves sweetly against my jaw, their fullness cloaking a small section of my skin as I received a tender kiss. The powerful urge to let my eyes fall closed and my head fall back against his shoulder was very tempting but I willed myself to remain motionless and to allow him to smother me with his affection without reaponding whatsoever.

I wasn't going to let him win this one.

Wet kisses were splotched left right and centre as he desperately tried to evoke a reaction from me. I was do surprisingly well resisting the temptation of my cheeky boyfriend who was clearly up to no good as he covered me in kisses.

I could tell he was growing frustrated, his mouth shifting towards my ear. Warm lips brushed against my earlobe before pressing a delicate kiss to the skin. I couldn't help but get the distinct feeling that he was about to say something that was going to completely catch me off guard a destroy my success so far. I subtly bit my lower lip as his nose nudged my cheek, lips ghosting over my ear as he deliberately breathed out at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"I plan on rocking you 'til tomorrow."

My breath caught in my throat with his promise. I felt as though all the wind had been knocked from my lungs. I blushed profoundly as the words echoed in my head, bouncing around in my skull over and over again.

I was even more determine not to let Harry get the better of me, I was going to stand my ground and I already intend on refusing to any form of sexual contact he tries to bestow on me since he so arrogantly assumed we would be carry out the act once again.

"If you want condoms you can get them yourself." I remarked. "But you won't be needing them because you can't impregnate your own hand."

"Well aren't you feisty today." Harry chuckled. "You'll be glad I got them later on."

"Shut up and put your clothes on you cheeky bastard." I playfully slapped his leg, knowing he was probably right

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My hand was clasped within the comfort of Harry's as we wandered through aisle after aisle of various food. It was cold inside the near empty supermarket as most people had wisely decided to stay hidden away in their cosy homes rather than go shopping. Harry had not so intelligently bored against putting another layer on and was waddling around like a baby penguin in a soaked plaid shirt and a marginally drier white shirt revealed by the open buttons, beneath it. Fortunately we didn't need to get too much and we were already over halfway done so he wouldn't have to freeze too much longer.

"I told you you should have worn a jacket." I spoke as gave a noticeable shiver.

"I didn't bring one here." He grumbled in response, turning back towards the assortment of cereals we were trying to select one from.

It broke my heart seeing him cold. It was like last night when he showed up on the front porch all over again. I hated seeing him suffer, he had suffered through much in his life and I didn't want him to have to suffer anymore, not even from the cold.

My shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor as I carried myself a couple steps forward in his direction. Harry's shivering was nothing but obvious, the shudders of cold racking his body as he tried to pretend he wasn't cold at all. My gaze met with his as I came to stand before him, linking my unoccupied hand with his. My fingers slid between the gaping spaces between his, filling them with my loving warmth. A gentle squeeze was given to his palm as I lean up to press a small kiss to his chilly cheek. The sweet gesture earned me a small smile in return, Harry's lips quirking up a little at the corners.

Disappointment was momentarily evident on Harry's face, his smile vanishing and eyebrows pulling down in a frown as my fingers slipped from his grasp. Little did he know that I had no intention of removing myself from him, I was only shifting to a different position. His expression quickly changed again as I caught hold of his narrow hips and lightly squeezed, lips curling up into a wide grin. His sodden clothes didn't bother me as I nestled my face into the crook of his neck. I just wanted to keep the trembling male warm. He released a soft sigh as my hands proceeded to slip round his sides, burying themselves in his back pockets.

I could feel the steady beat of Harry's heart against my chest as he coiled his strong arms around my back as he drew me closer. Misty breath tumbled from between his lips before fanning out over my check. The aisle may have been empty but I couldn't help but love the feeling of being affectionate towards each other in public. I wanted everyone to know that Harry and I were together and that he was mine and I was all his. It was the simple moments like these that I loved the most.

"You can wear my jacket if you want." I mumbled against his skin.

I was almost certain Harry would decline my offer but a small part of me hoped he would say yes for once and take the damn thing. He was so incredibly stubborn though I wasn't one to talk as I was probably just as bad as him, if not worse. Independence was something we were both very accustomed to. Help from someone else was something we denied all too often and it took a considerable amount of force to crack the walls of our stubborn nature. I found the adaption from being single to being in a relationship a bit of an ongoing struggle, especially as I had done everything by myself previously and then suddenly there's this crazy guy who wants to do everything for me and won't let me do anything to help him in return.

Harry has broken me down a bit over time and I have become more accustomed to his desire to care for me. I'm still whacking a sledgehammer against his stubborn walls, though. Harry believes that as he is the male in our relationship that he dominates and I'm not allowed to do any thing to help him. I've smashed a couple of tiny holes in his walls throughout the period of our relationship but I think I'm gonna need a drill to get past those thick walls.

"Nah uh." He shook his head, doing exactly as I had expected. "You wear you jacket, baby."

I rolled my eyes at him as I contemplated whether or not to tackle him to the ground then and there and stuff him into the damn jacket. It's not like it was a bright pink jacket, it was a black puffa jacket designed for both guys and girls. I don't understand why he so stubbornly refuses to allow me to care for him when he cares for me all the time. I would happily suffer his overbearing nature if he let me look after him every once and a while.

"But you're cold." I argued. "You always give me your clothes when I'm cold. Why can't I give you mine?"

Harry's lower lips was taken between his teeth as he desperately tried to think of a way to respond to my question.

"Because it's better me than you." He replied. "I don't want you getting sick."

I hope he knows that I'm going to cater to his every need of he gets sick. I hope he remembers this moment when he's lying in bed with the flu and I'm braiding his curly hair. I've taken quite a liking to his lengthy locks, maybe I can start using them to my advantage.

"You're so stubborn I want to slap you."

Harry just chuckled as I pulled out of his grasp, strolling a couple of feet down the aisle before grabbing the most chocolatey looking cereal I had ever seen and holding it up like baby Simba. I was in the mood for chocolate, lots of chocolate, Harry and a fluffy blanket.

It took us about forty minutes to finish gathering the things we needed. Ten of which were spent arguing over whether we should get maltesers or skittles. Then a further ten minutes were spent by Harry chasing me through the store after I grabbed a pack of maltesers and made a run for the checkout. Once was caught we came to the agreement of getting both confectionary items to avoid any more games of cat and mouse.

"I think we have everything." I announced, even though I knew perfectly well that we did not in fact have everything but I was seriously hoping Harry had forgotten about the final item I was to shy to purchase.

"Noooo we don't." He grinned cheekily, knowing me far too well to be tricked into abandoning the entire reason he came with me.

I internally groaned as Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly. I really wanted to slap the silly look off his face.

"You can get them at a different checkout." I crossed my arms over my chest as I set him with a cold hard glare.

"You're so cute." He chuckled. "Too innocent to even buy condoms."

My hand darted out, playfully hitting him on the chest after hearing his teasing words. Pink flushed across my cheeks in embarrassment, Harry yet again evoking discomfort within me. Despite the fact that I was no longer innocent, Harry continued to call me that even though he'd taken that some time ago.

I received a quick peck on the cheek before we parted ways. i turned back when he called my name listening as he announced he'd bring the car round so I wouldn't get wet. His offer warmed my heat, reminding me why I loved him so much. He always did the sweetest little things, putting me before himself and as much as I hated it, I also loved it. Harry genuinely cared about me and that feeling was reciprocated in the same way I cared for him.

I quietly thanked the women at the checkout as I collected the pair of shopping bags that contained food for today and tomorrow. I was dying to have something to eat but I just had to make one little trip to Harry's car and then I could tear into what would probably be the maltesers I had made such a fuss over getting. I was pleased that I'd been able to pay for something for once as Harry had gone to get his specific items from a different checkout and hadn't had the chance to pay for the rest of the stuff we purchased. I really hated how he never let me pay for anything as it made me feel like I have him nothing. I felt like I had finally given a little back to him after everything he demanded to purchase for me.

My mind was elsewhere as I wandered towards the exit, peering into the rain in search for any signs of Harry's slick black car. I wasn't concentrating on where I was going and didn't notice the women tapping away on her phone until it was too late.

A pair of shrieks were emitted into the as we collided. The wind was knocked from my chest as I crashed to the floor, the shopping bags flying from my hands as I desperately tried to cushion my fall. The women I knocked into managed to keep her balance though her phone sailed through thin air like it was literally on airplane mode before clattering to the floor a couple of metres away. Her slender fingers grappled with my shoulder as she tried to save me from my imminent fall but it was no use, I fell to the floor with a dull thud.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry." She exclaimed running her fingers through her long hair in a way that seemed all to familiar.

Slightly dazed by the whole incident I sat there like a stunned mullet, not exactly sure what had happened. The women crouched down, cocking her head a little to the side to see if I was alright. A pair of intense emerald green eyes framed by dark lashes peered down at me.

And that's when it hit me.
 

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