Frankie’s POV

When I woke up, the house was extremely quiet. I was actually pretty nice. Walking into the kitchen, I made some spice tea and sat on the couch on the living room. My face felt much better and if I decide to leave the house today, I can throw some make up on and all will be good.

But then I heard the front door open…

“Sarah, you have to quit worrying about her. She’s not a little girl, she can mostly the care of her self. Besides, she’s with Harry.”

As Zayn and Sarah walked in, I crouched down on the couch so they wouldn’t see me.

“That’s what I’m worried about Zayn! She’s with Harry. What if He’s too much? What if he’s some type of trigger for Frankie? I’m her best friend, I’m allowed to worry, aren’t I?” Sarah’s voice cracked a little at the end and I frowned. I heard Zayn sighed they walked into the kitchen. I booked it to the stairs and locked my self in my room. I think I just want to be left alone for the day.

It was about 11 pm before I decided to leave my room, I was getting hungry. Jut as I was walking out of my room, my phone binged with a text.

Harrah: Where are you?
Me; Why?
H; Because Sarah called me and asked me where you were.
M; Why wouldn’t she just call me?
H; I don't know stop dodging the question. Where are you?
M; I’m not dodging.

After a minute or two of me staring at my phone and him not messaging me back, I went to the bathroom to put on a little cover up, in case Sarah or Zayn are still home.

My phone then began to ring and Harry was now face timing me. So I answered and set it on the counter.

“What’s up?” I said as I applied my make up.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s with the 20 questions today?” I laughed.
“It hasn’t been 20 questions, it’s only been two. Which you haven’t answered either, I may add.”
“I’m not doing anything, Harry. See.” I lifted the phone and flipped it to the back camera, towards the mirror so he could see that I was still in my baggy pjs.
“Why are you doing your make up? Where are you going? Who’s shirt is that?”
“Harry, chill the fuck out.” I giggled a little, he’s so cute. “I’m doing my make up in case Sarah or Zayn are home, so they don’t see my face. I’m not going anywhere other than the kitchen to get some food. And this is my shirt. Who’s else?”

He rolled his eyes at me and mumbled something under his breath. “Where did you get it? It looks too big to be yours. It looks more like a guys shirt.” He had a small frown on his beautiful lips.
“It’s my brother’s.” I set the phone back on the counter and continued my covering.
“You have a brother? How come I’ve never met him?”
I sighed, I didn’t feel like talking about my dead brother, Harry was just starting to make me feel a little better.
“I’ve only known you for two weeks Harry. Besides, He’s not around much. New topic, does my face look better?” I raised the camera once again to the mirror and did a silly pose with my tongue out.
“Much, although I would much rather you’d be wearing my shirt…” I looked at him and he was smirking. “Well, you could always come stay at my house? Zayn and Sarah are back so Jake won’t come back, not tonight at least. So what do you say? We can watch movies in my room?” “I can’t tonight, I have a fight soon.” I nodded. I was hoping he would come over but I can’t expect too much from him. I know I’m a handful and it can be over whelming. So I was a little disappointed but oh well, he has shit to do.
“But I can come over tom-“ He started. but I cut him short. “No you’re good. I’m gonna let you go, I’m starving so I’m going to make food. Talk to you later. Bye.” I hung up before he could respond back. I’m getting too attached to that curly haired fuck and I need to chill.

“Hey girl! I didn’t know you were home, I thought you were with Harry?” Sarah greeted me as I walked into the kitchen. “Hey love, and no, I’ve been home practically all day… Just watching tv upstairs.” She nodded and offered me some of the pasta she was making.

“So how was last night?” Sarah looked at me and raised one of her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. “What do you mean Sarah?” She made the most obnoxious noise and sat down at the island with me. “You know, with Jason and Harry?” I cringed at Jason’s name but she didn’t seem to notice. “Um, your brother brought me home and Jason came to yell at me blah blah blah, then I went to Harry’s to sleep because it was lonely here. Nothing exciting happened.” I shrugged and she slouched. “You know, I’m really tired of being the only slutty friend here. If you were to do anything, this summer is when you should do it. Your parents are gone for the whole summer, Frankie. You could literally do anything you want and no one would know.” Sarah continued to ramble on as she grabbed our bowls and put them in the sink. I tuned her out a while ago. I wish I could anything, Jason has tabs on me, I know he does. So I have to be careful I guess. But I feel safe with Harry, I truly believe he can protect me. He won’t let Jason near me. But I also can’t rely on Harry to come and safe me. I want to be able to protect myself too, you know?

“Did you hear me, Frankie?” I saw Sarah leaned against the counter, looking at me. “Huh?” I asked as she rolled her eyes. “ I asked if you took your pill today?” I sighed and hopped down from the stool I was sitting in. “Don’t ask me about that, it makes me uncomfortable. Okay? Just let me take care of it.” She nodded while looking down as I walked back up to my room. I pulled the container out from under my bed that holds all the pill bottles I’ve been hiding. Popping one into my mouth I laid in my bed and turned on cartoons on Netflix. The pills make me tired, they're made to make me dreamless, then I take the ones in the morning for my depression and schizophrenia.

Soon enough I dozed off watching Courage the Cowardly Dog.

I woke up to reposition myself and felt an arm tighten around my waist. I instantly freaked out and started kicking.

“Frankie!” I stopped at the sound of his voice. Opening my eyes I saw it was Harry and not Jason that snuck into me room, thank God.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I thought you were Jason.” I threw my arm over my face and slowed my breathing. Harry ran his hand down my side to comfort me, but it only made my heart beat faster.

“I’m sorry, it was almost three when I got here, and I didn’t want to wake you. Fight ended early, one of the guys didn’t show.” Harry apologized, but I couldn’t think with his hand still sliding up and down my bare side, due to my shirt rising up as I slept. I focused on it, it felt nice… “Frankie, are you okay?” He asked after I didn’t respond to him. I nodded and relaxed. Pulling my arm away from my face, I looked up at Harry and smiled.

“Hi.” That’s all I could say. That’s all I really wanted to say, I’m happy he’s here. He chuckled and said, “Hi.” Moving his hand from my side to my cheek to slide his thumb across it, I sighed in content. But Harry must have thought he was hurting me because he pulled his hand away with a sad expression. “No! I’m fine! I like it…” I grabbed his hand and placed it back onto my cheek and looked up at him. He’s beautiful, with his deep dimples, curly hair, bright green eyes, and even the medium sized scar by his temple is beautiful.

“Where did you get that scar?” I asked him as I raised my hand to run my finger across it. “Fight then I was in Junior High. Kid picked up a rock because he was mad he was losing. I had to get four stitches.”

His eyes never left mine, it was intense. So I gently slid my fingers into his hair and gave it a small tug, just to test the waters. He leaned down just enough to where our lips barely touched.
“God, what are you doing to me?” I didn’t even have time to think about what he said before his lips connected with mine and I had both hands around his neck.

He settled between my legs and that’s when I realized he was wearing nothing but his boxers. He wraps his hand around my throat as he kisses his way down. Coming back up and bites where my jaw meets my neck, causing me to let out a breathy moan. I can feel my inside stirring as he continues. My hips involuntary buck up to his and I can feel his smirk against my skin. Harry drops his weight a little on me and gently grinds his hips against mine. Griping his hair, I pulled his lips back to mine because just his kisses drive me insane. With one hand, I feel Harry start to tug at my underwear.

“Wait Harry, I-I can’t. I-“ Harry begins to smile. “Why are you laughing at me?” I ask, my good mood beginning to drain away. “I’m not laughing at you baby girl, I promise. I’m just…” “You’re just what?” I ask, becoming frustrated. “I’m just surprised in the little faith you have in me?” He looked down at me and smiled.

“Harry, what are you talking about?” He wrapped both hands around my wrist and quickly pinned them above my head. “I know you’re not ready, Kitten. I also know that you don’t want me to stop. So tell me you trust me.” I nodded my head. “No baby, I want to hear you say it.” I don't know what it is, but I love how rough and demanding he is. It’s quite a turn on.

“I trust you, with out a doubt.” I whispered. I felt like speaking too loudly would break this moment. I swear I saw his eyes light up a little brighter. “Then relax, okay?” I nodded again and he kissed me softly. He moved our hands around so I was latched onto one of the bars on my headboard. “Don’t let go, alright?” “Okay.” His eyes never left mine as his hands slid down my arms, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. He reached my panties and paused for a minute to make sure I was still okay, then he pulled them down my legs. I instantly closed my legs and pushed them together tightly.

“Relax, Frankie, that’s all you have to do, just relax.” I let out a shaky breath and unclenched my thighs. Harry slid his hand up from my feet, to my knees where he gently pushed open my legs. I took another deep breath and tried to relax as he rubbed my thighs.

But my heart rate picked back up as his hands moved towards my center. He leaned up and kissed me, slowly and softly and I felt him start to rub me. It was weird at first, but after a few seconds, it feels amazing. I let go of the bars to grip his hair and everything stopped. The kissing, the rubbing, the feeling, it all stopped.

I looked up to ask him why and he said, “You let go.” I didn’t know what he was talking about until he grabbed my hands and placed them back by the bar until I grabbed it again. “You can’t let go Frankie. Those are the rules.” I can see the humor in his eyes. “And who makes these rules?” I asked with playful sass. “Me of course. I’m in charge.” Something about what he said made my center quiver. “You can’t bend the rules for me?” I gave him the cutest pouty face I could make. He bent down and whispered in my ear, “Now that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it, Kitten?”

Notes

Hiya! I don't really have anything to say. My computer crashed soI had to go buy a new one, bright side, got a apple laptop. Um, Comment/Vote/Subscribe?

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~Cici