Always.

“Kelly, wake up.” I feel someone rubbing my arm, but I don’t want to wake up. I don’t feel like moving, and my alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so I knew I didn’t have to be up. “Kelly.” Who the hell is trying to wake me up this early?! “Kelly, come on. We don’t have all day.” Then I notice the voice whispering in my ear, innocently rubbing until his hand moves under my blanket.

My breath hitches when his fingers push my shirt up, and begin moving across the skin of my hip bone. “Kelly,” he whispers again in my ear, and then his lips lightly brush the lobe before connecting with the skin under my ear. Goosebumps covered my body, and I fought to hold back a shiver.

When his lips moved from my skin, his hand stopped gliding over my skin on my hip. “Kel, I know you’re awake, but if you don’t get up I will tickle you… After I rip all of your blankets off because I know how much you hate that.”

I knew he was going to have a smirk taking up his entire face if I did wake up, but he’s so damn annoying, he would rip my covers up. So, unwillingly, I opened my eyes and laid them on the beautiful man in front of me. And there was the smirk. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him, moving my hand to push his face away from my before turning around in bed.

He laughed and then I felt the bed dip and his arms around me as he lay over the blanket. “Come on, Kel. We need to go, like now. We have to start our date.” He says, what the hell.

“What time is it?” I mumble into the pillow with my eye closed.

I feel him move, probably turning to look at the clock, and then back to my but putting his chin on my shoulder.

“5:00.”

“FIVE!?” I cry, “Get out of my house, this isn’t going to work. Plus, it’s Friday.” I dig as much farther into my bed as I can.

“It’s not like I didn’t warn you, Kel. I told you I’m taking you on our first date.”

“I thought you meant Friday night.” I groan, “We have school.”

“Shhh.” He whispers, giggling in my ear. “We’re skipping.”

“I’ll still skip, but I’m staying in bed.”

“Baby, you can sleep in the car later, Come on, please. There was a reason I made you get in the shower last night.” Baby? Baby? Baby?!

This kid is going to give me a heart attack I swear. “Why’s that?” I hope that sounded calm.

“Because I knew how fucking difficult you would be to wake up this morning.” He cooed in my ear, then rolled himself over me.

I turn over onto my back and turn my head to face him. “You’re the worst.”

“But,” he says, putting a hand to my face. His thumb rubs over my nose then falls back in front of us. “It’s one of the things I love about you.” He smiles teasing me. Harry moved the blankets down a bit till it was only covering from my waistline and down. “You know what else I love?” he asks, his lips dangerously close to my ear once again. His hand is on the opposite side of my body from him. “I love,” he whispers, and my eyes flutter closed. “that you don’t wear a bra to bed.” I want to say something, but I have no strength to form the words. Instead, I lay there while his hand begins to slowly push my shirt up, and his hand follows it up. His lips press under my ear, and then further down my neck, pressing gentle kisses.

His hand moves up so it almost touching my breast, and it’s like my body craves his touch, but now, just the skin of my stomach isn’t satisfying enough. But, before he touches me, his hands begin to slide back down, and I let out a sigh of frustration. I feel a smile against my skin, and I tempt to roll me eyes. “Harry.” I say, my voice breathy and almost desperate.

“What?” he murmurs innocently into my skin. But then his hand is about the line of my shorts, and he begins playing with it. Slowly running his fingers beneath it. Left and right, left and right, until they’ve slid under. Then, he is touching right above me, and it takes everything I have not to squirm under his touch. “You want me to touch you?” he asks, sucking on my neck again. His fingers don’t stop their taunting, though. He reaches the top of my panties, and just pushes them a millimeter. “Is that what you want?” he asks, kissing towards my ear again. His breath hits it as he says, “Tell me.”

“Y-yes.” Way to stay cool, but how could I when he was so close to me in more way than one.

His finger slid another centimeter, almost there. I inhaled deeply, I was going crazy. His fingertips, his breath, I don’t know how much more I could take.

“If that’s what you want…” he trails, but doesn’t move his hand any further. “Oh, would you look at the time.” He says, and quickly removes his hands from me. “Come on, Kelly. We need to get moving or we’re going to be late.”

My eyes shoot open as I turn to look at him, a grin covers his face and I really just want to hit him. “Harry!” I push him away from me as I roll out of bed, muttering cuss words under my breath. “I hate you, dick.” I roll my eyes and walk to my closet.

“I love you more.” He says, laughing his ass off on my bed. “Oh, wear my hoodie, it’s chilly out baby. And then your leggings or jeans. Doesn’t matter.”

“Whatever.” I groan, grabbing all of my clothes and walking into the bathroom.

“I brought you doughnuts, don’t be mad!” he laughs again, as I slam the door shut. “I love you!” he says.

I roll my eyes and put all of my clothes on the bathroom counter. I turn to pull my shorts down my legs, when I hear the door knob twist and I see Harry.

“Those are cute.” He smirks at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Harry! Get out! I’m trying to change!” I exclaim, moving to grab my jeans, but he yanks tem back before I have the chance to. “Harry!”

He laughs, still holding my pants up. “Tell me you love me!” he says.

“Really, you’re taking my pants because I didn’t tell you I love you?”

He smiles and shrugs, but keeps my pants in my grasp. “In a matter of ten minutes you’ve told me you hated me, called me a dick, and said this wasn’t going to work. I don’t think reassurance is a lot to ask for, do you?”

“I love you.” I roll my eyes and step to grab my jeans but he moves them behind has back.

“Kiss first.” He says, closing his eyes and puckering his lips.

“No.” I shake my head and sigh. This is so embarrassing, I’m just thank ful for, 1. I have on cute nude laced panties, and 2. They cover my ass… “I haven’t brushed my teeth. Can I please just get read in peace, Harry? I’m awake, I’ll give you a kiss when I walk out.” I tried to compromise.

Harry pouted a little bit but eventually nodded. “Fine, but hurry. Just know, I’m only agreeing because we need to go and if I have to be here with you with only those on for any longer.” He points to my underwear, and I feel the heat flood to my cheeks. “I’m not going to want to leave.” He tosses my pants at me and leaves with a wink.

I groan in frustration and begin to get dressed. I put on some old skinnies, along with a grey t-shirt, and per-Harry’s request, his old hoodie. I brush my teeth, and floss too. Then quickly, I run my finger through my hair before putting it in a low pony tail that I would probably fix later. I didn’t want to wear my glass, so I put some concealer under my eyes, then added a couple good layers of mascara and added some eyeliner to my tight line.

Once I was satisfied, I walked from my bathroom and threw my clothes into the hamper. “Alright,” I said to Harry, who was laying on my made bed… Aw, he made my bed. “I’m ready. Did you say I can sleep in the car?” I ask.

“yea, so you can bring your slippers and change shoes.”

I smile at him, it’s kind of crazy how well he knows me but I love it. Move to my closet and slid on my slippers but pick up gray converse. “You ready?” I ask, but it’s apparent because his shoes are on and his keys are hanging from his pocket. “Shit, let me get my purse.”

“Language,” he warns as I move around the room to grab my purse and make sure my wallet is in it. Then, just in case, place my small deodorant in it.

“Alright, I’m good.” I sigh, checking again around the room.

“You sure?” he raises a brow at me and I nod to him before turning to my door.

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast.” Harry’s arm hooks around my waist and turns me back toward him. A smile covers his face as he moves us towards the wall. “I’ve been patient.” He says, his voice extremely low and sexy.

He pushes me against the wall and his hands fall to either side of my hips. My breath hitches as his forehead touches mine. I want to tease him, mess with him a little, but it’s so hard to do in this position. So instead, I place my hands on his neck and pull his lips closer to mine. I move my lips to touch his lightly, but then kiss him a little harder, his top lip between mine.

Harry pulls me closer to his body, there was no room for any air between us. I felt one of his large hands move to cover the middle of my back, and then the other quickly moved to squeeze my butt.
“Har-” I tried to say in a gasp, but he slid his tongue into my mouth, and soon it lapped with mine. The feeling of our bodies together, our mouths, and his hand still firmly planted on my bottom made my oxygen disappear quicker. I was quickly out of breath and had to pull away but he kept his forehead on mine. I left my eyes closed while I listened to both mine and Harry’s breath return to their normal pace. “You are literally going to be the cause of my death.” I whisper, my eyes still closed.

“Oh, Kel. You have no idea.” He says, and I can hear the grin on his face as he gently smacks my butt, causing me to jump into him. “Let’s go.” He laughed.

I dropped my hands from his neck but he leaves one arm on my waist and pulls me close. “You ready for the date of a lifetime?” he asks me as we walk through the house.

“Not sure. I’m scared because you have some ridiculous ideas sometimes. I hope you aren’t planning to put us on a plan to Bora Bora or something.” I laugh, because that was impossible, but something Harry would do.


“I wouldn’t do that! Mum told me that’s too much for a first date.” He mumbles the last words under his breath.

“Oh Harry, come on.”

“Hey! It wouldn’t have been Bora Bora. It would’ve been to, like, New York or something because I know how much you want to go there.”

“You know I don’t need fancy things like that Harry? I prefer you, just being with you.”

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