Last One Standing
Chapter Fourteen
When I opened my eyes, I felt someone shifting under me. Not caring enough, I melted into their body and waited for their reaction. His hands slid under my thighs and his other reached across my back easily. I let my head slump into his neck as we both rose off of the ground. I looked up silently to see my superman and didn’t have to look any further once I saw the curls. We got to the top of the steps and I squirmed for him to put me down, expecting him to drop me off at his room.
“What are you doing? You’re not heavy, you know?”
“Yeah, but,” I was about to turn the door handle when Harry grabbed my wrist.
“I wouldn’t recommend going in there if I were you.” I paused for a moment, pondering his reasoning, and then I heard the hushed, boy-girl whispers coming from the other side of the door.
“That isn’t…”
“Looks like he took the bait,” a grin spread over Harry’s face. He motioned towards his room, “This way my lady.” I put cute pout on my face. “What?”
“Most ladies have their own trusty steed,” I crossed my arms, “I don’t.” He laughed, turned around, and bent his knees slightly.
“I can fix that.” A smile spread wide across my face as I leapt onto Harry’s back for him to carry me to his room.
When we got there, the room was completely black. What time was it? He leaned back on his bed, slamming us both down into the comforter. I was still wrapped around his back and he was still laying on me, his hands securing my thighs. “Uh, Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Release me, you filthy animal.”
“You know what? Just for that,” he nuzzled in and his body seemed to get heavier on top of mine. I pitifully began to smack his chest, telling him to get off of me.
“Stop!”
“You’re the one lying on top of me!”
“Well, don’t beat a dead horse!” I released his shoulders and crossed my arms. He rolled over, playfully still laying on me. “What?”
“Oh, so now you get off?”
“I thought you were getting upset.” A smile spread over my face.
“You would wouldn’t you,” I began pushing against his chest with an amused looked on my face.
“You bet, princess.” He held my wrists and the warmth spread from where he was touching me to all over my body. My arms went limp and he lowered his head, pressing our foreheads together. I closed my eyes. I could feel Harry drawing closer and soon, I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His lips brushed mine so slightly that I wasn’t sure that they had been there at all. His hands dropped my wrists and fit perfectly on my waist as I found one of mine on his chest and the other resting on the side of his neck. His mouth drew away from mine quickly while a sudden urge of panic rushed through me. No later did the feeling strike and I was in complete bliss once again. My eyes still closed, the breath was no longer on my lips, but my neck. Harry’s lips pressed once deeply into my neck, right behind my jaw and right under my ear. A moan escaped my mouth and I instantly choked up, feeling the red blush come over my face. Harry pulled away and began chuckling. “Wow…” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“What?”
“You! I didn’t know you did that!” There was an awkward silence. “Well,” he paused, trying to stay calm, “that’s good information for later.”
“I hope you know that I’m still not sleeping with you, right?”
He exhaled exaggeratedly, “Unfortunately, yes, but for now, let’s get back to business.” I laughed and he went back to amazing me. His lips then trailed and skidded from the top of my collar bone, up my neck, and nibbled hungrily at my jaw line. Soon, I could feel the exhalants of his lungs on my mouth again. My hand moved from his neck and up into the thick curls on the back of his head. Grabbing a hold, I didn’t have to give him anymore signal that I was aiming for him to kiss me.
Even though I was expecting it, I was still surprised when our lips met. I melted into his kiss and our lips began to move in sync. His tongue brushed my lower lip, asking for entrance and I quickly allowed it. His hands began to run up my sides and I froze. Grabbing his hands, I pulled them off of me and broke the kiss. I began to shimmy out from under him propped myself on my elbows, releasing his hands. “What?”
“Harry, I already told you. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Wow!”
“What?”
“I grabbed your sides; I didn’t tell you to blow me.”
“I know, but this is just too fast for me. A bit of snogging is fine with me, but I told you that we need to take our time, not rush things.”
“Okay,” he said, frustrated. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my forehead. His lips were warm and sent a tingle through my body that started where he had kissed me. We sat there for a minute and then he started to stand up.
“Where are you going?” I grabbed him by the chest of his shirt.
“Nowhere far,” he pressed his hands over mine. I could feel his heart beating beneath his shirt. It was steady, and I could feel him breathing.
“But where are you going?” I loved Harry’s breathing. It was always steady and strong. It was unchanging, and that’s just the way I liked it.
“I’m just going across the room Babe.” He pulled from my grasp and I plunged myself back into my pillow, crossing my arms and groaning. I could hear Harry cross the room and quicker than I would have liked, the room was filled with the light from his small desk lamp. It was a soft light, but we had been in the dark long enough that he too blocked his eyes from the beam.
“Okay, so you walked across the room to blind us?” He looked at me with a smile and then put on his puppy dog face.
“Oh, so you’re doing that pouting thing again. Well if you want to sleep in what you’re wearing then by all means, I’ll just go change in the ba…”
“No thank you, and you don’t even change; you strip.” He gave me a skeptical look. “Harold I have known you long enough to know that you sleep naked.” He smiled and looked at the ground, walking over to his dresser. “What?” He started to laugh. “Don’t blame me. It’s our parents’ fault for rooming us together on vacations. You don’t have any courtesy for the other party when you’re sharing a room with someone.”
“Well, if I’m rooming with them then they should be pretty okay with me getting naked all the time, seeing as I should probably know them pretty well at that point.” He chuckled and walked over to his closet, turned on the light, and pulled down a box that was labeled 'Hannah'. He pulled out a pair of pajama shorts that I used to wear when I was here and threw them at me.
“You still have these?” He smiled and walked back into his closet, putting the box back on the shelf.
“Yeah,” he responded from inside the closet, “but unlike some people, I don’t wear them all the time.” He began laughing.
“Okay, you’re hilarious. Now shut up.” He walked out, jumper in hand, and threw that at me too. I propped myself on my elbow and evaluated the jumper, “And yet you have no problem giving me your clothes to wear.”
“I never said that I minded,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. I had always known that he was toned, just the way I liked him. Some girls like guys that are so buff that they could pop, but I think that that’s disgusting; I remember having this conversation with Harry. Harry was just muscular enough to have the indents of abs, but not so disgusting that you can grab each ab. That was how he was all over, just toned enough to be unbelievably attractive. I watched as he began unbuttoning his jeans.
Sitting on the side of the bed, facing away from him, I began to pull my pants off. For any other two people, I can see how that would be weird, sorry to freak you out, but Harry and I had known each other forever, and he had sure as hell seen a lot more of me this morning than he was now. I pulled Harry’s jumper over my head and the fabric brushed over my face. It smelled like him. There wasn’t quite a way to describe what smelled like Harry, but I’m pretty sure that a large portion of it was Hollister and Jack Wills colognes. When my head emerged from the top, I looked over at Harry, staring at my chest. I quickly pulled the jumper over my chest that was only covered by my bra and glared at him. “What?”
“You know what.” He smirked at me. “Oh, you think it’s funny? Well, ha, you’re losing the privilege.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m changing in the bathroom from now on.”
“Come on. Don’t do that to me. It’s your fault really anyways.”
“Okay, explain how, you staring at my breasts, is somehow my fault.”
“They’re so perfect! I mean, no one has ones like yours. I’ve seen quite a few pairs and none of them…” even I noticed the shocked look on my face. He was comparing breasts. “And I’m going to stop talking now.”
“And I’m going to bed. Goodnight Harry.” I lied down and rolled into the covers. Feeling the bed jumble, I felt Harry grab my waist, and before I could object, he was pressed against my back rather snuggly.
“Goodnight Beautiful,” he whispered into my neck. It sent goose bumps down my arms and he silently laughed. I rolled over, playfully smacking his chest.
“Shut up.” I nestled into his chest and his arms locked around my back. I lied there, trying to let sleep take over, but it wouldn’t. This was my first day with Harry in forever. I felt jittery, like I was anxious; probably for tomorrow to come already. “Harry?” I whispered into the silence.
“What is it Babe?”
“I can’t sleep.” He pulled me closer to him once more, as if it was possible, and my head rested snuggly on his chest.
“Okay,” he squirmed, puffing out his chest, “let me think.” He sat there for a moment, keeping his breathing even. “I’ve got it:
Baby I
I wanna know
What you thing
When you’re alone
Is it me? Yeah
Are you thinking of me? Yeah
Oh, we’ve been friends
Now for awhile
Wanna know, that when you smile
Is it me? Yeah
Are you thinking of me? Yeah
Oh, oh
Girls, what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Baby tell
Me what to change
I’m afraid
You’ll run away
If I tell you
What I’ve wanted to tell you
Yeah
Maybe I
Just gotta wait
Maybe this
Is a mistake
I’m a fool yeah
Baby I’m just a fool yeah
Oh, oh
Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Your last first kiss
Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
Your last first kiss
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Oh
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss”
I listened as Harry’s chest moved up and down evenly, his breath soft in my hair. His hands traced patterns on my skin as I drifted to sleep.
“What are you doing? You’re not heavy, you know?”
“Yeah, but,” I was about to turn the door handle when Harry grabbed my wrist.
“I wouldn’t recommend going in there if I were you.” I paused for a moment, pondering his reasoning, and then I heard the hushed, boy-girl whispers coming from the other side of the door.
“That isn’t…”
“Looks like he took the bait,” a grin spread over Harry’s face. He motioned towards his room, “This way my lady.” I put cute pout on my face. “What?”
“Most ladies have their own trusty steed,” I crossed my arms, “I don’t.” He laughed, turned around, and bent his knees slightly.
“I can fix that.” A smile spread wide across my face as I leapt onto Harry’s back for him to carry me to his room.
When we got there, the room was completely black. What time was it? He leaned back on his bed, slamming us both down into the comforter. I was still wrapped around his back and he was still laying on me, his hands securing my thighs. “Uh, Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Release me, you filthy animal.”
“You know what? Just for that,” he nuzzled in and his body seemed to get heavier on top of mine. I pitifully began to smack his chest, telling him to get off of me.
“Stop!”
“You’re the one lying on top of me!”
“Well, don’t beat a dead horse!” I released his shoulders and crossed my arms. He rolled over, playfully still laying on me. “What?”
“Oh, so now you get off?”
“I thought you were getting upset.” A smile spread over my face.
“You would wouldn’t you,” I began pushing against his chest with an amused looked on my face.
“You bet, princess.” He held my wrists and the warmth spread from where he was touching me to all over my body. My arms went limp and he lowered his head, pressing our foreheads together. I closed my eyes. I could feel Harry drawing closer and soon, I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His lips brushed mine so slightly that I wasn’t sure that they had been there at all. His hands dropped my wrists and fit perfectly on my waist as I found one of mine on his chest and the other resting on the side of his neck. His mouth drew away from mine quickly while a sudden urge of panic rushed through me. No later did the feeling strike and I was in complete bliss once again. My eyes still closed, the breath was no longer on my lips, but my neck. Harry’s lips pressed once deeply into my neck, right behind my jaw and right under my ear. A moan escaped my mouth and I instantly choked up, feeling the red blush come over my face. Harry pulled away and began chuckling. “Wow…” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“What?”
“You! I didn’t know you did that!” There was an awkward silence. “Well,” he paused, trying to stay calm, “that’s good information for later.”
“I hope you know that I’m still not sleeping with you, right?”
He exhaled exaggeratedly, “Unfortunately, yes, but for now, let’s get back to business.” I laughed and he went back to amazing me. His lips then trailed and skidded from the top of my collar bone, up my neck, and nibbled hungrily at my jaw line. Soon, I could feel the exhalants of his lungs on my mouth again. My hand moved from his neck and up into the thick curls on the back of his head. Grabbing a hold, I didn’t have to give him anymore signal that I was aiming for him to kiss me.
Even though I was expecting it, I was still surprised when our lips met. I melted into his kiss and our lips began to move in sync. His tongue brushed my lower lip, asking for entrance and I quickly allowed it. His hands began to run up my sides and I froze. Grabbing his hands, I pulled them off of me and broke the kiss. I began to shimmy out from under him propped myself on my elbows, releasing his hands. “What?”
“Harry, I already told you. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Wow!”
“What?”
“I grabbed your sides; I didn’t tell you to blow me.”
“I know, but this is just too fast for me. A bit of snogging is fine with me, but I told you that we need to take our time, not rush things.”
“Okay,” he said, frustrated. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my forehead. His lips were warm and sent a tingle through my body that started where he had kissed me. We sat there for a minute and then he started to stand up.
“Where are you going?” I grabbed him by the chest of his shirt.
“Nowhere far,” he pressed his hands over mine. I could feel his heart beating beneath his shirt. It was steady, and I could feel him breathing.
“But where are you going?” I loved Harry’s breathing. It was always steady and strong. It was unchanging, and that’s just the way I liked it.
“I’m just going across the room Babe.” He pulled from my grasp and I plunged myself back into my pillow, crossing my arms and groaning. I could hear Harry cross the room and quicker than I would have liked, the room was filled with the light from his small desk lamp. It was a soft light, but we had been in the dark long enough that he too blocked his eyes from the beam.
“Okay, so you walked across the room to blind us?” He looked at me with a smile and then put on his puppy dog face.
“Oh, so you’re doing that pouting thing again. Well if you want to sleep in what you’re wearing then by all means, I’ll just go change in the ba…”
“No thank you, and you don’t even change; you strip.” He gave me a skeptical look. “Harold I have known you long enough to know that you sleep naked.” He smiled and looked at the ground, walking over to his dresser. “What?” He started to laugh. “Don’t blame me. It’s our parents’ fault for rooming us together on vacations. You don’t have any courtesy for the other party when you’re sharing a room with someone.”
“Well, if I’m rooming with them then they should be pretty okay with me getting naked all the time, seeing as I should probably know them pretty well at that point.” He chuckled and walked over to his closet, turned on the light, and pulled down a box that was labeled 'Hannah'. He pulled out a pair of pajama shorts that I used to wear when I was here and threw them at me.
“You still have these?” He smiled and walked back into his closet, putting the box back on the shelf.
“Yeah,” he responded from inside the closet, “but unlike some people, I don’t wear them all the time.” He began laughing.
“Okay, you’re hilarious. Now shut up.” He walked out, jumper in hand, and threw that at me too. I propped myself on my elbow and evaluated the jumper, “And yet you have no problem giving me your clothes to wear.”
“I never said that I minded,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. I had always known that he was toned, just the way I liked him. Some girls like guys that are so buff that they could pop, but I think that that’s disgusting; I remember having this conversation with Harry. Harry was just muscular enough to have the indents of abs, but not so disgusting that you can grab each ab. That was how he was all over, just toned enough to be unbelievably attractive. I watched as he began unbuttoning his jeans.
Sitting on the side of the bed, facing away from him, I began to pull my pants off. For any other two people, I can see how that would be weird, sorry to freak you out, but Harry and I had known each other forever, and he had sure as hell seen a lot more of me this morning than he was now. I pulled Harry’s jumper over my head and the fabric brushed over my face. It smelled like him. There wasn’t quite a way to describe what smelled like Harry, but I’m pretty sure that a large portion of it was Hollister and Jack Wills colognes. When my head emerged from the top, I looked over at Harry, staring at my chest. I quickly pulled the jumper over my chest that was only covered by my bra and glared at him. “What?”
“You know what.” He smirked at me. “Oh, you think it’s funny? Well, ha, you’re losing the privilege.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m changing in the bathroom from now on.”
“Come on. Don’t do that to me. It’s your fault really anyways.”
“Okay, explain how, you staring at my breasts, is somehow my fault.”
“They’re so perfect! I mean, no one has ones like yours. I’ve seen quite a few pairs and none of them…” even I noticed the shocked look on my face. He was comparing breasts. “And I’m going to stop talking now.”
“And I’m going to bed. Goodnight Harry.” I lied down and rolled into the covers. Feeling the bed jumble, I felt Harry grab my waist, and before I could object, he was pressed against my back rather snuggly.
“Goodnight Beautiful,” he whispered into my neck. It sent goose bumps down my arms and he silently laughed. I rolled over, playfully smacking his chest.
“Shut up.” I nestled into his chest and his arms locked around my back. I lied there, trying to let sleep take over, but it wouldn’t. This was my first day with Harry in forever. I felt jittery, like I was anxious; probably for tomorrow to come already. “Harry?” I whispered into the silence.
“What is it Babe?”
“I can’t sleep.” He pulled me closer to him once more, as if it was possible, and my head rested snuggly on his chest.
“Okay,” he squirmed, puffing out his chest, “let me think.” He sat there for a moment, keeping his breathing even. “I’ve got it:
Baby I
I wanna know
What you thing
When you’re alone
Is it me? Yeah
Are you thinking of me? Yeah
Oh, we’ve been friends
Now for awhile
Wanna know, that when you smile
Is it me? Yeah
Are you thinking of me? Yeah
Oh, oh
Girls, what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Baby tell
Me what to change
I’m afraid
You’ll run away
If I tell you
What I’ve wanted to tell you
Yeah
Maybe I
Just gotta wait
Maybe this
Is a mistake
I’m a fool yeah
Baby I’m just a fool yeah
Oh, oh
Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Your last first kiss
Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say
Your last first kiss
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your
Let me be your last first kiss
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this
And if you
Only knew
I wanna be last yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss
Oh
I wanna be last, yeah
Baby let me be your last
Your last first kiss”
I listened as Harry’s chest moved up and down evenly, his breath soft in my hair. His hands traced patterns on my skin as I drifted to sleep.
Notes
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I'm working on the next chapter now. It might take me awhile to write the next one. Originally, Chapter 13 and 14 were combined, but they were like 9 pages so I split them up. Might do the same thing with 15 and 16, but they'll be here soon!
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so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!
10/20/16