Doin' Dirt

This isn’t going well. I know this should be good but everything’s too awkward and I guess mom notices it too.

“Is my cooking great or not?” She tries to lighten up the mood. I look at her and nod as Harry does the same. “So? You two wanna add some more?” She asks, handling us the bowl.

“I’m good already.” I smile politely. Harry grabs the bowl while looking at me, I look away from his stare. Why can’t I look at him that long? He takes the spoon and puts it on his plate. The way his jaw tenses as he- you’re not thinking about him. My subconscious bugs in and she’s right, again. I shouldn’t think about him. But what’s wrong in thinking him, right? “I’ll do my plate." I awkwardly walk out of the table and went to the sink to wash my plate.

“I’ll help you.” Harry booms in. What? My subconscious and I spontaneously say at the same time. I look at him, practically shocked even though I don’t know what for. Harry takes the plate in my hand and proceeds at the sink as I went closer to him.

“Uh-thanks.” I say and try to smile even for a little.

-

I look at my clock and it’s 11:57pm. I can’t go to sleep, I’m fully awake right now with a magazine in my hand. I roll my eyes as I climb off my bed. Walking down the stairs, I hear a groan coming from the left side of the house, where the guest room is.

I have no clue but it seems that my feet want to go to his room. As I’ve arrived in front of the door, I can see that the lights are still on.

“Oh.” I can hear his voice from outside. What the fuck?! What is he doing in there? After some time, I hear a slight giggle. I’m confused. I put my hand on the doorknob and twist it open. I don’t care if he’ll shout at me, he has done this to me also. So, it’s fair.

When I take a peek inside, things just got worst.

“Shit.” I mumble as I close the door immediately. What I’ve seen was the most-

“What the hell are you doing here?” He angrily asks me.

“I-I can’t sleep. So, I thought I’d come here.” I stutter. Why am I so afraid of him?

“Do you know how to knock?” He asks and I glare at him.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t done this to me!” I yell at him and he covers my mouth with his hand.

“Keep your voice down.” He hisses and drags me inside the room.

“Take your dirty hand out of my face!” I mumble as he lets go. I can’t help but to look disgusted at him. I can’t believe that I just saw him, making himself come in his own fucking hands.

“What?” He glares at me. “Haven’t you tried trying yourself to come?” He threatens and I look away. “Why so silent? I know everything you did, you’re little plan didn’t work, love.” He smirks.

“I wasn’t planning on anything.” I speak up.

He locks the door and sits on the bed with his legs apart. He puts his elbow on his left knee, looking at me. “Well, strip for me.” He says with such lustful eyes.

“I won’t do such hell for you.” He’s the most annoying, disgusted jerk I’ve ever met.
“You've interrupted me. Pay me. Now strip.” He demands and I walk to the door. He immediately stands and goes in front of me, blocking my only exit. “You can’t go unless you pay.” He smirks. “Or mommy’s gonna know that you’re down here with me.” I look at him. I can’t believe this, him!

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I told you. You’ll know more about me as time passes.” He holds me by the waist, making our chests bump at each other. I can’t help but to look at his eyes. They’re such beauty. He’s truly a lovely man from the outside.

His lips. I can’t help but to stare at his plump lips. Right now is such an intimate moment. Why are we so silent? Why is he looking at me? Why am I looking at him? Why do I want to kiss him?!

Before I know, I crash my lips to his. Nibbling and sucking on it. He kisses back and pulls me more to him. My hands finds its way to his hair.

“That’s it.” He moans as he drags us both to the bed.

I can’t help but moan in his mouth. He takes the advantage to slip his tongue in and explores my mouth as my hands went inside his shirt. His skin is so soft and warm. He pulls away and takes it off and throws his shirt to the floor. I can’t help but stare at his bare-inked chest where my hand touches the moth tattoo at the center. I look at him, I do want to know him. I know there’s something in there. Something that would tell me who the real Harry is but he won’t let me. All he lets me see is this side of him where he wants lust the most.

I’m completely shocked as Harry throws me unto the bed. I look at him as he stands in front of me looking back. He smiles and I don’t know what to respond as my heart’s beating so loud and fast that I can hear every beat it makes inside my ear.

He goes down to his knees where his head is the only thing I can see.

Notes

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