Shorts Skirts

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

After I got out the shower I looked at myself in the mirror.

I inspected my neck and I could already see the harsh red bruises forming.

They were mine. Harry’s kisses. Does that mean I’m now his? 10

I threw on some panties and a large pink sweater. I let my hair dry naturally however it was mostly just damp now.

I was way too embarrassed to face Harry, I mean what does one say after a hot and steamy shower scene?

Enough of being a pussy. I crept down the stairs into the kitchen where the smell of mac and cheese filled my nose.

“how did you know that was my favorite”

“just took a wild guess” 1

“is it nearly done, I’m starving” I whined

“be patient little one”

That name made my belly clench with excitement.

“can I ask you a question?”

“of course you can”

“what made you come back?”

“what do you mean?”

“I mean you could’ve went back to live your life and not bother about mine ,so why did you?”

“I was worried about you…. I needed to know you were okay”.

“I’m only okay whenever you’re here” my voice was almost a whisper as I couldn’t believe those words left my mouth.

“That doesn’t sound like something Rosie would say, I think I might be dreaming?” Harry teased.

“shut up, or I’m gonna punch your face in”

“yup there’s the Rosie I grew so fond of”

He turned back around to prepare the mouth watering food, and I smiled secretly to myself. He said he was fond of me what the hell does that even mean!!? he knew how to take care of me which no one ever tried to do before, I guess I should be grateful for him.

A few minutes passed and in front of me was a steamy bowl of cheesy goodness. Who wouldn’t want Mac and cheese after being in the shower with their hot, sexy teacher?

“enjoy” he winked at me

“thanks”

“I’ll be in the living room”

“okay”

“oh and roise…”

“yeah?”

“those marks on your neck look gorgeous” he smirked.

As soon as he left my cheeks went bright red and I placed my hand were he left the hickeys.

ugh what is this beautiful man doing to me?

I dug in and before I knew it my bowl was empty. I placed it in the sink and made my way out the kitchen.

I was heading upstairs until Harry stopped me.

“Angel why don’t you come and sit with me?” he patted the space next to him on the sofa.

“uh okay sure” I sat awkwardly next to him.

“you can sit closer you know, I don’t bite”

“Are you sure bout that?”

“unless you want me to” he bit his teeth harshly toghether making me giggle.

My head was on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around me. He was very focused on what we was on the TV but my mind started to mindlessly wander.

I couldn’t get Zayn out of my head and what he did to me, The way his lips were on another girls and not mine. It was cruel, I thought we had something going on. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have sex with him. What if Harry leaves again because of the same reason? fuck why is this so frustrating.