It was around two in the morning on Thursday when I woke up alone in bed after Harry and I had sex. I woke up slightly lonely and hungry- mostly hungry to be honest- so I got up and went over to the kitchen to get something to eat.

In a few hours, I had to get up and be at my parent's house, and I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but at least I would have Harry with me. He had a gift at making situations a little more fun and not so serious. My parents weren't stocked but my siblings had a stick up their ass. I guess we all kind of did since we always felt the need to be responsible.

I decided to ignore all my thoughts and make myself something to eat.

My feet dragged across the carpet of my apartment until it was met with the cold tile of my kitchen. I assumed Harry was in his bed, tired out like I was, that is until I smelled a familiar scent from my front patio.

I grabbed a bag of chips and walked over to the front door to see that it was slightly open. There on my bench in front of my apartment was Harry smoking a joint. “Hmm, smells like high school,” I teased.

His attention went from the deep inhale of the smoke to me and he immediately began choking and coughing up a lung. “Fuck-”

“Chill, I'm cool with it, I just didn't think you still did it?” I came out and took a seat next to him as he flicked the bit of ash on the end of the joint and turned his body to face me.

“I don't really do it a lot, I just- when I can't sleep I guess.” he shrugged. "This is a guarantee I'll be able to sleep."

I began to wonder if he was worried about work or something. But with him coming over to my parent's house and the camping trip this weekend, he might be overthinking in typical Harry fashion. “If you don't want to go with me, I'm not going to get mad or anything. I get a feeling that things have shifted between us since we started doing the deed.”

He rolled his eyes and took another deep inhale before trying to pass it to me. I inhaled a bit and held it in my lungs before blowing out the smoke through my nose. “I'm not nervous about that, I just get pretty lonely afterward.” he shrugged.

“After what?” he raised his hands making a circle with his index finger and thumb before sticking a finger through the hole. “Jesus-”

“I'm just a big cuddle bug, Bonnie. I like being held afterward. Jess used to shower right afterward and would fall asleep. I'm not like the typical guy who fucks and falls asleep, I need reassurance that we both enjoyed it- it's lame.'' I chuckled, shaking my head. It makes a lot of sense now that he is telling me this.

“I didn't know that, and it's definitely not lame. I guess I'm not used to being held after sex. I mean we're sweaty and breathing hard- fluids everywhere. ” I originally didn't want to tell Harry about my fear of catching feelings for him, but I guess if we were being honest, I should. “I just don't want to begin feeling things afterward.”

“Well scientifically speaking, you do make the love hormone when you boink, so maybe we can compromise. Twenty minutes of cuddling and then we go our separate ways.” he put out the smoke and yawned.

“Okay, but I get to be the big spoon, I hate you breathing on my neck.” he chuckled and rubbed his eyes, looking like a small baby kitten. The kind of weed Harry smoked was definitely top-shelf stuff that was meant to put him to sleep. But it also made him hungry, I noticed as he began eyeing my chips. I opened my bag of chips and popped one into my mouth before offering him one. I had a few in my mouth and it was my turn to choke as Harry spoke up. “Can you call me daddy when we fuck?”

“Harry-” I cleared my throat, walking inside to get water as he followed me in.

I leaned against the counter as I sipped water and he munched on some chips. “So?” he said after I finished my glass.

“Daddy? Really?” he nodded. “I don't know, I mean- I have a dad you know.” he chuckled, jumping on the counter where we tried to have sex just the day before.

“I'm not asking you to pretend I'm your father. It's complicated, but it gets me off. It's the same thing with you and how you like it when I pull your hair." I nodded, trying to be an open book and not shame him or make him feel bad. To be honest I didn't think it would be the worst thing in the world if I called him daddy, but maybe I had to baby step myself into his nasty world.

And how dare he bring up my hair pulling kink, rude.

“I'll think about it.” he gave me a thumbs up. “I'm gonna go to bed, I'm feeling that stuff.”

Harry chuckled, “oh yeah, my budtender told me when I smoke it I have about twenty minutes to get somewhere safe before I feel ‘sedated’ so I'm gonna go lay down.” I nodded as well, shutting off the light and going to bed in my room.

*

I had packed everything I needed for my trip to my parent's house and made sure Harry got everything he needed as well.

What I don't know about Harry was that he loved camping. So much that he owned a tent and a bunch of survival guides to plants and animals in the woods. Not that be needed them, he told me he was an expert.

I had to break it to him that we're staying in a park, not the middle of actual woods. I mean the bathroom was like five minutes from our site.

We just had to get through this weekend so I can come home and not have to see my family until Christmas.

Again, I didn't hate my family, but once you see how they are, you'll get it.

“Bonbon! The car is packed and we have hours of road to drive and three stops along the way so let's hop to it!” Harry screamed from the front door as I double checked everything on my list.

I followed Harry out to the car and he opened my door since he wanted to drive. I was very confused as to why he decided to drive since Harry was such a good co-pilot. His music taste was on point, he never fell asleep, and he was better at giving directions than my stupid GPS.

I shrugged, getting in my car and letting him close the door before we headed north from San Diego. It was ten in the morning so we should be there by four at the latest, leaving just enough time to get dressed and ready for dinner at seven.

With the car packed and our seatbelts on, we headed towards Santa Barbara.

My family came from humble backgrounds, but after my sisters and I left the house, my parents decided to sell our house and find a smaller, nicer home closer to the beach. I had been there a few times and I loved it, but I preferred the San Diego beaches since I fit in more with the crowds.

I leaned on my arm as I began looking for a particular song I wanted to listen to when I realized Harry was pulling into a drive-thru. We've been on the road for ten minutes.

“Yeah okay, do you guys still have the french toast sticks?” he asked the lady through the speaker, crossing his fingers and whispering ‘please’ over and over.

“We sure do!" The girl's overenthusiastic voice spoke through the speaker.

“Fuck yes!” Harry punched the air. "I'll take twenty, two chocolate milk and- what do you want Bonnie?" I rolled my eyes.

*

Three hours and two bathroom breaks later, Harry and I sang our hearts out to all of the Spice Girls hits and argued over which freeway to take considering the time of day and the traffic.

Harry got into the toll lane to avoid traffic and was driving a steady eighty as I put my window up to avoid the cold breeze outside. Harry kept looking around at the car and I realized he was squirming around a bit in his seat. "You okay?"

"Fine, just fine." He cleared his throat. "Are the windows tinted in this car, I never really paid attention?"

"Yeah, why?" He shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

And then it clicked in my brain as Harry adjusted himself for the third time. "Just a question."

"Are you hard?" He chuckled and nodded. "Harry-"

"Can't help it, but don't you wanna experience something new. Road head is the dream." He pleaded. "Please?"

"It sounds dangerous and we're on our way to see my parents for fuck sake." I began laughing but only because I felt really silly for also wanting to do it. "We can't."

"Fine, I'll just stay hard for another hour and a half and then I can jerk off in your parent's house." I scoffed and punched him in the arm before looking around for any cars too close to us.

It was kind of a turn on to do something this dangerous.

Who am I?

"Fine, but you better be quick, and I want a favor in return." His eyes widened and he turned to face me as I put my hair in a ponytail and lifted the divider between us up to give me room.

Harry had one hand on the wheel and the other began unbuckling his pants. When he pushed his pants down and his dick popped up, I took another look around before bending down and adjusting myself to come face to face with his dick.

"Don't hold back princess."

"Just, pay attention, please." The last thing we needed was to crash into someone because I was sucking him off.

I spit on his dick and heard Harry begin singing to the music playing on the radio, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of my head as I worked my way down onto him.

The faster I did this, the quicker Harry came and we can go back to normal.

Of course, Harry was already close in just a few minutes. But just as his hips began to shift and buckle up from the sensitivity, I heard the magical sound of a police siren behind us.

Fuck.

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