My Girl - The Temptations 

ISABELLA 

The rain poured down against the windowsill. It's pit-pattering melody becoming therapeutic. Taking a long sip of hot chocolate, I pull Harry's grey knit sweater closer to my body. The fabric tickles my skin. It smells like him: a mixture of cologne, cigarettes, and laundry detergent. I look down at Harry's socks and pull the fabric up and closer to my knees. A loose thread catches my attention. Careful to not spill my drink, I pull on the thread, snapping it away from the sock. 

"This is a sight I'd never grow tired of." I look over and see Harry. He's wearing a burgundy henley and a pair of gym shorts. He's rolled up the sleeves, showcasing his tattooed forearms. His steps are slow, his eyes not once leaving me. "You in my sweater and fucking knee socks. It's like you want me to fuck you." 

I bite my lips, holding in the squeal that wants to escape. "They're your socks, dummy." He takes a seat on the couch beside me, but pulls me up and onto his lap. I snuggle in closer to him, my back half pressed to his chest and half pressed to the arm of the chair. The sound of my quicken heartbeat drowns out the rain. His left hand sneaks under my sweater. His long fingers hold onto my hip, his thumb rubbing circles onto the skin. His right hand grabs a hold of my mug, taking a long sip from it's contents. 

"Excuse me, that was my drink!" 

He licks his lips slowly. The move seemingly playful but more so exuding in sensuality. His lips spread into a playful grin. He leans towards my face, his lips making contact with mine. The kiss is quick and sweet. He bites down on my lip before releasing it. "Yes, but I provided the chocolate. Which means this is my drink." He winks at me before taking another sip. 

I smack his arm, a giant smile on my lips, and take my mug back. I wipe his spit from the rim, muttering "gross, cooties", before taking a sip. Harry laughs at me. His grin growing and dimples showing. 

We settle down. Our laughter drifting into the Sunday afternoon sky. I place my now empty coffee mug down on top of the small coffee table. Harry takes this as his opportunity to wrap his arms fully around me. He brings me closer to his chest, his face snuggling into the crook of my neck. He lets out a long content sigh. 

"You smell nice," he says into my hair, earning a giggle from myself. 

"I could say the same thing about you." 

We stay like this for the next few hours. Harry's arms not once leaving my body. His hold on me strong, not at all wavering. 

I can feel his hand rub unknown patterns against my bare thigh. One of my hands is interlocked with his free hand. My other plays with his unruly hair. A record plays in the background. Harry's imperfect voice singing along under his breath. Harry's voice may not be perfect, but he was still capable of hitting the notes. I actually enjoyed the raspy undertones of his voice. It wasn't perfect but it was still my favourite sound.

-

"Damn it, do we have to go to this party?" Harry groans. 

We are in my bedroom. He sits on my bed, his long limbs dangling off the edge. I stand in my closet in nothing but my panties and black lace bra, stifling through the different articles of clothing that I own. 

"Yes, we do. We're already here." I laugh from inside the closet. 

"That's because you live here." 

I roll my eyes, even though I know he can't see me. I settle on a pair of leather leggings and an oversized white chiffon blouse. As I walk out the closet, I finish buttoning up my shirt, leaving the first few buttons unbuttoned. 

"Fuck," I hear Harry murmur from the bed. I look over at him to see him staring at me, his jaw slack. "Are you fucking joking me?" 

My brows furrow and I look at him quizzically. "What's the matter?" 

"You look fucking hot." 

I walk over to my dressing table and glance at the mirror that sits there. My hair is a bit messy from changing, my curls sticking out a bit. My eye makeup is a bit heavier than usual; dark eyeshadow swept over my lips and mascara thicker than normal. Again something a bit out of the ordinary, yet a look I'd usually wear back in Brooklyn. 

My cheeks grow pink as I catch Harry staring at me longingly. His eyes have grown a few shades darker a result of his pupils dilating. He gets up and off the bed. His eyes not once leaving mine. 

The moment he reaches me, my breath hitches. His arms wrap around my waist. I can feel his strong hands rub up my sides and under my shirt. The heat of his breath brings goosebumps to my skin. His lips begin to leave kisses along my neck, biting and sucking as he moves along. In one swift motion, he turns me around. My back hits the dressing table, stumbling slightly from his sudden movements. 

His lips crash onto mine. His grip on my waist growing tighter. His lips move passionately against mine. I feel his body move between my legs, his already prominent bulge pressing into my core. I gasp. Harry takes this as an opportunity to move his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. 

I run my fingers through his messy curls. I pull at the ends, something that I knew Harry enjoyed. He moans in my mouth but brings me into his body tighter. We continue to kiss soon becoming a battle of dominance. 

Harry lifts me up and sits me onto the table. My legs wrap around his body, bringing him closer to me. His lips disconnect from mine but soon reconnects with my skin. He leaves wet kisses along my collarbone. He begins to suck onto the sensitive skin. 

Suddenly, a loud shriek comes from out of nowhere, breaking us from our kiss. 

"No!" Someone yells from outside my door. 

"Who is that?" Harry asks me. His voice breathless. He looks at me frustrated.

I shrug my shoulders before pushing him gently to the side. I jump off the table and walk out the door. I look into the living room and see Jaz on the floor. Her face is covered by her hands, muffled sobs emitting from her petite body. 

Without hesitation, I rush over to my roommate. "Jaz," I say to her softly. 

She looks up at me. Her eyes puffy and red from the tears that stream down her face. "What's wrong?" 

Jaz's lip quivers. She bites down on it, holding back the tears. "My... my gran. She's... she's passed." 

"Oh sweetie," I sit down beside her on the floor. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into my side. "I'm so sorry." 

Quiet whimpers come from her body. Running my hand up and down her back, I whisper soothing words into her ear. Harry walks out of the bedroom. His brows furrow at the sight of Jaz's trembling body. "What's wrong?" He mouths to me. 

"Grandma died," I mouth back. His shoulders fall and his face softens. 

"Oh," he nods his head understandingly. Awkwardly, Harry walks over to where we sit. He leans down and looks over at Jaz. "Do you, uh, want me to call Ben?" He asks her. He shuffles from foot to foot, careful to not lose his balance. His hand meets the base of his neck, scratching it. 

Jaz peeks from behind her raised hands. Her eyes are glazed over with unshed tears. She nods her head slowly, whispering a soft, "Please." 

Harry nods his head once before standing up straight. He walks towards my bedroom to grab his phone. While he's away, I look over at Jaz. "Is there anything that I can do?" 

She pulls away from me. Her knees come up to her chest, her hands holding them close to her body. "Can you call Tiff? Have her cancel the party." 

"Of course." 

"Thanks," she sniffs. Her trembling fingers wipe away access tears that have run down her cheeks. "God, this sucks." She bites her lip, holding back the the new wave of tears that fight to fall. 

I wrap my arm around her once again and bring her to me. "I know," I whisper in her ear. "I know."  

Fifteen minutes after Harry called, Ben rushes into the door. He stops in his tracks, taking in the sight before him. "Sweetheart," he rushes towards her side. I stand up from the couch. Ben looks at me with a grateful smile. "I'll take it from here," he says to me quietly. 

"Okay," I give him a small smile before placing a soft kiss on top of Jaz's forehead. "I love you." 

She looks over at me, a ghost of a smile on her own lips. "I love you too." 

Ben takes my spot on the couch, his arms automatically wrapping around Jaz. He pulls her to his lap and begins to rub her back up and down. She cries even harder in his chest. "It's okay baby. I love you so, so much." 

I walk away, back to my bedroom, leaving them to their own privacy. 

Harry laying on my bed, his hands behind his head, is the first thing I see once walking into my room. His feet are free from his boots and the first few buttons of his red plaid shirt have been left open. He was a sight to be seen. 

He hears me shut the door and sits up slightly. His hand pats the space beside him on the bed. I walk over to where he lays. His arm is in an opening position, ready for me to crawl in and beside him. I crawl onto the bed and into his side. My body moulding perfectly to him. His hand falls to my side, his absentmindedly finding my hip. I feel his warm thumb touch the exposed skin of my hip. 

We lay there on the bed in silence. My hand wrapped around his torso. His free hand playing with my fingers. "I guess the party is cancelled?" 

I don't say anything, only nodding my head. He hums a response. I felt so safe in his arms. He had a comforting feeling about him. A sense of familiarity and the unknown. It's sad to think that I had denied myself this for so many months. Allowing my fear of rejection to keep me from this man. This man who for some reason has taken notice of me and has shown me piece and piece of his heart. A heart that has been damaged, for reasons I am still unknown of. Every day I am thankful for the chance that I've been given to be with Harry. I hate that it had taken me so long to be here. 

"What are you thinking about?" He asks me, breaking me from my thoughts. 

"You," I answer honestly. 

His hands wrap around me and pull me fully to his body. I am now laying on top of him, my hands resting on his chest. His hands rub up and down my back in gentle movements. "What about me?" 

I look at him. His green eyes are bright under the florescent lights of my bedroom. His hair is pushed back and a light stubble is spread under his nose. A ghost of a smirk was present on his lips. But then again, when was there not one? 

"Everything. Anything. Mostly, how lucky I am to be yours." 

He squeezes my bum. I squeal in surprise, only to earn a fit of laughter from his plump red lips. I smack his chest playfully. He surprises me once again by pressing his lips to mine. After a few seconds, my brain catches up to him and I respond to his kiss. Our lips moving slowly against one another. No tongue, no intensity. Just lip on lip. He pulls back, a smile now on his lips. "I'm starving." 

I burst out laughing, not once expecting that. But then again, when was Harry not hungry. "Well," I begin to say. My fingers playing with the cross necklace around his neck. "Since the party is cancelled, what about we go on a date?"

Harry looks at me, a smile on his lips. "Yeah? Are you asking me out?"

"Maybe." 

"I don't know. I have a girlfriend. I don't know what she'll say if she found out." He jokes, a small smirk on his lips. 

"She doesn't have to find out," I play along. 

"Your offer is very tempting," he mutters. His hands running down my back and under the band of my leggings. His hands begin to massage my bum earning a moan to escape me. 

"Yeah," I ask breathlessly. He squeezes me once more causing my hips to instinctively grind into him. "What can I do to to have you accept my offer?" I run my lips softly over his lips, biting down on his lower lip. A raspy moan sounds from the back of his throat. 

"Kiss me."

Without hesitation, I crash my lips against his. This time around, our lips fight against one another. It's a kiss fuelled by lustful desire and need. My hands run through his hair, our hips moving against each other. I can feel his body harden underneath me. I move one of my hands down from his hair and rub it against his crotch. Harry's breath hitches. 

My lips move from his mouth and down his neck. I continue to rub and press down on his jean clad bulge. "Fuck, baby." 

"Sh," I quiet him with my mouth. "Not so loud. Ben and Jaz are in the other room." 

Harry moans against my hand. "You're fucking kidding me." 

I smirk against his lips. I sit up on his lap, my hands moving towards the button of his jeans. I undo it, moving his jeans down slightly so that he can be free. My hand wraps around him. "Will this change your mind?"  

Harry moans but he muffles it quickly with his hand. I lean over pulling his hand away. I give him a chaste kiss, before continuing on. 

- 

Harry's hand is in mine. We walk along the sidewalk away from his car. "It's just over here," he says to me, leading me towards the restaurant. The rain has subsided from earlier this afternoon. The sky is cold against my cheeks. Harry leads us up the steps of a Nando's. 

We walk inside. A waitress smiling at us once we walk in. She tells us to find a spot wherever and we grab a booth near the corner. 

"Order whatever you like. You're buying." Harry winks at me, chuckling to himself. 

"I'm buying?" I ask, faking appall. 

Harry bites back a smirk that clearly wants to appear. "Yep." 

I run my boot clad foot up his leg, "Are you sure?" I ask him flirtatiously. 

Harry's chuckles subside. "Not at all. I'll always pay for you, baby girl."  

I can feel my cheeks blush. I cover my face with my hand and look down at the menu. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be really quick." I nod my head once, giving him a small smile. 

Once Harry walks away, I continue to look at my menu. A minute passes before I feel someone sit down across from me. "That was fast," I say with a smile and look up. 

Instead of seeing Harry's cheeky smile, I am faced with blue eyes and blonde hair. "Oh! I'm sorry. That seat's taken." 

The girl looks at me. She looked familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on where I had seen her before. "I'll be quick." She says to me. Her voice sickeningly sweet. She places her hand on the table, her eyes watching me. I shift in my seat uncomfortably. 

"And you are?" 

"Hanna." 

The name sounds awfully familiar. I can't, however, remember where I've heard that name before. "Do I know you?"

"No, but you seem to know my boyfriend." 

"Your boyfriend?" 

She looks at me. Her face blank of emotion. This had to be some joke. My brows furrow as I watch her sit there, staring at me. "Yes. Harry." 

My heart stops. Memories of a few months ago of Harry and an unknown blonde lip-locking in Brerin's resurface. Except, Harry had been quite clear to me that she wasn't his girlfriend. "I think you've been mistaken. Harry's not your boyfriend. He's mine." 

She snorts. "Listen here, bitch. He's mine." 

Anger starts to spread throughout me. It is clear that this girl is absolutely delusional. "Really? Then when was the last time you saw your boyfriend?" I ask her, cockily. 

Her face changes into an expression of fear. Fear that she has been caught in her lie. "I - uh -" she runs her fingers through her hair. Her teeth biting into her lip. "Okay so he isn't exactly my boyfriend."

"No shit." I scoff. "Listen here, Hanna. Harry is with me. I know that you two had something going on before but that's over with now. I'd suggest you leave now and forget about him." I keep my voice levelled, not wanting to start anything. Especially inside a Nando's. 

She straightens up in Harry's seat. Her eyes narrowing slightly. "He's just going to drop you. He doesn't have girlfriends. So don't get your hopes up." She states smugly. As if to mock me. 

"Except, I'm his girlfriend." 

The smug look that was on her face is now washed away. "What?" She asks quietly. 

"Harry's my boyfriend." 

"That's impossible. He doesn't date." 

"I guess the impossible has happened. Must be a fucking miracle." 

Hanna gets up and moves away from the booth. She sticks her hands into her pockets. Her eyes narrowing down on me. "This is a joke," she mutters under her breath. "I have to go."

"Don't contact Harry or I again, got it?" She doesn't say anything, instead she rushes out of the dining area and away from me. 

Once she is gone, I stare at my menu. A long sigh emitting from within me. That conversation was not exactly what I had expected to have inside a Nando's. A confrontation with one of Harry's clearly delusional past fucks.

I really need a drink.