Down The Hall.

I slowly open my heavy eyes, to the sound of light snores. I look and see, Harry right next to me. His arms, are draped around my waist, and he is slowly breathing. I stare at him for a while in daze. Harry is truly the most beautiful thing ever. But, he was like the moon; a part of him was always hidden. I'm a bit curious about him. How does he know Ed? And why didn't he want to date a 'whore.' Well, I know the answer to that, nobody wants to date a whore; but he made it sound like it was a big deal. As if, he has had terrible exprience.

I wish to finally know more about him, when we move to England. My parents love him, I'm sure they'll let me move in with him. "Good morning to you too," He says, smirking against my bare arm, as he softly plants a kiss.

"You know, staring is rude, Brayella." He mumbles, while giving a small smirk.

"I like staring at you." I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he begins to slowly sit up.

"I like when you stare at me." He puts his arms on my waist, and slowly places his plump, pink lips on mine.

I break the kiss, and look on the floor to see Liv sound asleep. "Oh, come on, Bray." He gives a cheeky grin. "She's asleep."

I nod, and slowly take off my shirt. His eyes widen, and he places me on the bed. He towers over my small body, and kisses me, only this time more lustful.

"Where are you parents?" He says out of breath, quietly.

"Work," I choke out, and kiss him again. His hands roam down my bare chest, to the hem of my shorts.

Suddenly, we hear Liv moving around. "Shit." He mutters.

Then Liv yawns, and slowly stretches. Harry gets off me, and tosses my shirt. Liv stands up. "Get up, you two."
I squirm under the blankets, and try my best to put on my shirt. One hand in one hole, the other hand in the other hole. Until the blanket is pulled off my Liv, and my shirt is completely on.

"Why is your shirt inside out?" She mutters, in pure confusion.

"Oh, I must have not seen it like that last night." I blush, mumbling to Harry.

Liv looks confused, then the light blub in her head finally flicked. She smirked, and it's embarrassing. Harry chuckles a bit, an I cover my face in his shirt.

"Well, I gotta go anyways.." She says still smirking, and grabbing her bag. "It was nice to meet you Harry, and lovely to see you Brayella again." She smiles before indulging me to a big hug. "Be careful." She whispers in my ear.

"Bye." She waves and leaves my room. We hear footsteps, and then the front door is slammed shut. I sigh in relieve, then almost instantly Harry flips me back pinning my wrist.

"Now, where were we?" He smirks, and takes of my shirt. I quickly cover my arms, and he looks a bit confused. "Harry, I'm not ready." I say quietly.

He looks almost embarrassed, and covers his face. 'Shit, yeah, I'm sorry, I just- I don't know.."

"What?" I ask.

"I just want you to know, how much I love you." He slightly smiles, and leaves a lingering kiss on my cheek.

I giggle, "I love you, you know that right?" I say.

"Well ,geez Brayella, I didn't know you felt that strongly about me; considering the fact we've been dating for three months." He gives a cheeky grin.

"We've been dating for three months?" I choke out, laughing.

What? Way to go Bray! Oh god, what if he breaks up with me? I don't know, but I'm pretty scared for whatever is about to happen. I cover my eyes, because I know if I blink I will cry,

"I'm kidding, Brayella." He chuckles, taking my hands off my eyes, and entwining them together; before giving me a quick peck.

"I'm hungry." I say, getting up and leaving my room.

I walk to the kitchen, and open the fridge. There's milk, and eggs, and bacon. Wow, my parents must have a delicious breakfast each morning. I go to the pantry, and I see a granola bar. Yes.

I unwrap it, and before I can take a bit, Harry takes the first bite. "Wanna go out and get breakfast, or something?" He shrugs, "Yeah, sure, let me get ready first." I say.

I walk back to my room, and pick out an outfit. I go to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. I let the water, get to warm, and I start to strip off my clothes. I get in the shower, and start to wet my hair. I grab my shampoo, and lather it in throughout my hair. I grab the body wash, and start washing my body. Then I start to rinse out.

I've always done that for some odd reason. I wash everything, then all together, and rinse out. Or is that how it's suppose to happen? Or do you, wash your hair first, then body or vise versa? I wonder, if thats what Harry does. I bet he showers naked. Wait, why do you shower naked? I mean, I know why, but how come when you're in a pool, you have to wear something? Like that doesn't make sense.

I hear loud knocks, and I am startled. "Hurry up, Brayella. You've been in there for over an hour."

What?! I guess I got lost in my small head. I turn off the shower, and wrap the tower around my body. I dry myself off, and I put on my outfit. I simply let my long brown hair air dry, because it's naturally curly.

I walk out, and I see Harry in the living room, on the phone. "What do you want?" He asks annoyed.

"No, I have moved on already." Harry says sternly. What?

"We had absolutely nothing," He says.

"It was a one time thing, Abigail." He runs his fingers through his hair.

"Abigail, I swear to fucking god, if you call me one more time-" He says, but is cut off by me walking in the room.

"I have to go," He says hanging up, then smiles to me. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I fake a smile then grab his hand.

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