Island of love

*Harley*

I can't believe I'm being forced to sleep with.. HARRY!! The whole goal was to be far away from him.. but nooo.. I'm supposedly used to sleeping in his cabin so now thats where I'm being forced to sleep in. and to make things worse... Harry is gonna be there. UGH!

"Hey love.. you gonna join? Its quite warm if you ask me." Harry has gotten into bed but I refuse to do so.
"Uh.. actually.. I think I'll just sleep on the ground and... far away from you." I think I saw a small feeling of hurt flash through his eyes but it disappeared within seconds and he smirked.
"AW.. c'mon Ley ( A/N pronounced as Le-e) ... I'm not that bad.. I won't do anything.. promise... atleast I'll try."

"Yah... no thanks.. I'm fine with the ground and don't call me that. IT's HARLEY!" I get up and grab a blanket and a mat. I place the pillow in my suitcase on top and snuggle up. I have to agree though.. I would love to sleep on that bed.. but if HArry is there.. I'm not gonna even dare.

"Fine.. LEYYY.. suit yourself. Don't come running to me when you find spiders crawling all over you."
Harry turned around and left me in scared thoughts.

Okay if there's anything I'm more terrified of other than Amy.. it's insects. OH MY GOD. What if something crawls on me? No.. Harry's just messing with me..But.. NO! You can't sleep with Harry no matter what.
I pushed my feet up to my chest and hugged myself.. praying to the gods above that nothing crawls on me.


*Harry*
Okay.. It's been a good fifteen minutes and she won't even come up. JUST GIVE UP! Gosh, I'm telling you.. stubborn girls are the hardest of them all. I know she's scared by the way her breathing accelerated at the mention of spiders.

UGH! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE THE MOVE!?!?!

I get up and go over to where Harley is.. all huddled up in the corner. I take off the covers and to my surprise .. she is asleep. But shes crouched up like a baby and a distinct fear is embedded into her face. She looks so.. cute..adorable.

I pick her up, bridal-style, and carry her to my bed. I get in next to her and make sure not to touch her incase she freaks out. So I turn over.

I mean no matter how fucking sexy she looks in that tight shirt and loose sweat pants and despite the fact that I wanna fuck the life out of her, I'm not gonna do that unless she's fully conscious and she's enjoying it too. I am a horny man.. but definitely not a rapist... thank-you very much!

Before long, I feel a arm wrap around my torso. I turn over and find Harley pulling herself closer to me and snuggling up against my chest. I hope she knows what she's doing. When she wakes up, she'll think I did something to her. I try to pry her hands off me but she puts them back anyways.

eh.. whatever. When a girl.. a hot girl.. wants to put her arm around me.. who am I to deny them the pleasure to do so? So I wrap my around her and let sleep take me away.

Let's just say.. whatever it is that I dreamed of consisted of me and Harley: and it was FUCKING HOT!

You could say, I woke up with a very evident bulge and a screaming Harley.

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