"So Harry came back last night then?" Briony said; smirking as I walked into the kitchen silently, switching on the kettle. Leaning against the counter, I replied; confused, "err... no he didn't."
"Well someone was in your room last night." Oh shit. I put my hand to my mouth as I gasped.
"Who was it then?... or was I dreaming."
"Yep... you were definitely dreaming..." I hoped that my anxious tone would sound the tiniest bit convincing.
"Well, your face says different." Thought not.
"I'll tell you later!" I said hastily as I ran up to my room and phoned Harry as quickly as I could.
"Hey there!" He answered cheerily.
"Hi Harry..." I quickly tried to catch my breath.
"You alright?... you sound a bit... flustered."
"I'm fine... what were you ringing me about earlier?"
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today.. maybe come over?" I could hear the nervousness in his voice.
"Yeah sure!" I was so glad this was a phone call. For some reason, I didn't think PJs and a bed-head looked attractive.
"Okay, come over when you're ready!"
(Harry's POV)
"Right guys, can you not be yourselves today? Mary's coming over, and I don't want to scare her off." I said to Dougie and Danny. Dougie gave me a thumbs up and went off to do something.
"Aww, why would we embarrass our little Harry in front of his girlfriend?" Danny baby-talked as he squeezed my cheek, tugging at it.
I pulled myself free, "I'm serious Danny."
"Just because you're worried she'll come to me..." He mumbled.
"What was that, mate?" I said, as I felt the anger slowly writhe in my veins.
"Nothing, mate." He said, and went to turn away. I grabbed his arm.
"No! Tell me what you said!" The anger was building up inside of me, my face getting redder by the second.
"I said that you're just worried that Mary will come to me!" He yelled, pulling his arm away.
"I thought that's what you said." I just laughed, spun him around, and punched him smack bang in the face.
"Oh you wanna play it that way, do ya?!" He raised his fist, blood pouring out of his nose.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Tom said, voice raised, as he ran into the 'argument'. Danny was still going for the punch though. Tom grabbed his fist, pulling it down to his side. "What's going on here, eh?" He had real concern plastered across his face.
"Sorry Tom." We mumbled in unison, both looking at our feet.
"Harry! She's here!" Dougie called from the living room. Tom patted me on the shoulder, nodding towards the door, before going upstairs. I spun around in the direction of the door, but I heard Danny mumble. "Just like she came to me last night..." Once again, I felt anger rise up through my spine. I breathed deeply and let it go. Danny was lying, he had to be.
(Back to Mary's POV)
"Is it alright if I get a drink?" I asked.
"Yeah sure, you know where the kitchen is." Harry smiled down at me.
Eventually I found the kitchen in the massive house. It took me about 5 minutes just to find the cupboard which had glasses in. I walked towards the sink, but I could feel eyes on my back. I spun around. "Oh hi Danny." I said bluntly. I didn't mean to sound rude, I just wasn't in the mood to
talk to him. I turned back to the sink, putting my glass under the faucet. "Last night was extremely fun." He whispered into my ear. I gasped at the contact, dropping the glass.
"Last night shouldn't have happened!" I dodged out the way of him, making my way back to Harry.
"Hey, Harry, do you mind if we go back to mine?"
"No not at all, what's wrong?" He jumped up off of the sofa and pulled me into a loving embrace.
"Just feel a bit shit really." I faked a smile.
We were snuggled up on the sofa watching some film that Harry was really into. Me... not so much. At one point it got to an extremely boring bit, so I started to poke him in the side. I watched his face, and saw a slight smile forming on his face. I, then, felt a hand come up to my side and start tickling me gently. I still continued to poke him. He then started to tickle me more. "Harry!" I giggled.
"Stop poking me then!" He laughed. I grabbed a cushion from beside me, hitting him right on the head. He gasped, "oh you wanna play it that way do you?" He too grabbed a cushion and hit me. It then went on to become a full blown pillow fight. Somehow we ended up on the floor, but I didn't even remember falling. It also ended in Harry falling on top of me. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and grinned, before pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss quickly became heated. "Where's your bedroom?..." He whispered seductively in my ear. "Up the stairs, second on the right." He got up pulling me with him. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me up the stairs; sucking and nibbling at the pressure point on my neck. When we got to the bedroom, he kicked the door open, and slammed me against it once we were inside. Our lips crashed together, and I felt his tongue at my lips. I granted access, letting his tongue explore my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance. Harry placed me down as he took off his shirt. My hands explored his chest as he once again picked me up and threw me down on the bed. I couldn't help but be in awe as he slowly removed the rest of his clothing.
*Good Morning Sunshine! I hope that you're well* rang in my ears as I leant over to my bedside table to switch my alarm off. Something stirred beside me. I then went into ninja mode, hitting the moving body beside me. He fell off of the bed, making a loud thump as he hit the floor. "Harry!" I yelled as he looked up, "I'm so sorry!"
He laughed, "It's okay... ow."
"Mary are you alright?! I heard a massive noise and..." Briony came in, "hello Harry!" and walked straight back out again, covering her eyes when she saw Harry.
"Harry, I think you may be missing something..." I look at him up and down, instantly remembering that his body was perfect.
"What?" He looked up cutely, his blue eyes glistening.
"Your clothes maybe?" I giggled.
"Oh shit sorry." He got up quickly, picking up random garments from all over my room.