note// im literally so close to dying omg. SO CLOSE TO 1million reads. omf

here's an update 'cause you guys make me want to cry. this is so amazing and im proud of myself for writing something that people somewhat enjoy omg. this means a lot thank you so much.

*smutty as shit so let's just all bathe in holy water right now ok*

Harry;

I stared at the thing on my ankle like it was some sort of alien contraption. Just the sight of it constricted against my ankle makes me want to hammer it down until it's in pieces. But I'll get my ass in trouble for even attempting to break it.

It does all this gismo-tech shit and I didn't even want to get into more thought about it. I finished eating the dinner Maria cooked for us all, and after constant persuasion, my mother managed to have Maria join our dinner. She was a hysterical older woman with a lot of enthusiasm. I appreciated her attitude. She was just great.

Serenity was silent as dinner went by. I could tell she still felt embarrassed about earlier today. She couldn't even look straight at Maria without turning beet red. I thought it was absolutely hilarious, honestly.

She then offered to help clean the table and dishes.

"No," I whined, dragging out the word. I pulled by her hand, slouching a little with a pout on my lips to try and convince her to come upstairs with me faster.

Her eyes flickered towards me, a pretty light brown and a look of preparation to hit me in them. She then focused on the plates in her hands when she pulled from my own hand. "Harry, it's rude of me not to help."

"No it's alright, Hun. You don't have to help." Maria smiled.

Serenity sighed, trying to internally push away her embarrassment from earlier. "Are you sure? I --"

"It's okay. Honestly," Maria nodded, taking the plates away from Serenity and heading towards the kitchen. I smiled proudly to myself, knowing that Serenity will probably refuse to do anything in my house for a long time. But, she'll have to deal because I'm in here for two months.

God knows I'm not waiting two months.

After that, we walked upstairs towards my bedroom. The first chance I got, I shut the door behind us and jumped onto my bed. I lied on my back, quickly sitting up and eagerly leaning back to use my arms and hands to keep me prodded up.

Serenity stood there with a frown plastered on her pretty face. She stared at me for a while, refusing to open her mouth to speak. Her pink lips were into a firm line.

"What?" I asked, clearly knowing why she was staring me down, but I refused to address it.

She folded her arms across her chest. I watched her do so, flickering my eyes to her chest before looking up again.

An eyebrow rose on her face. She looked like she was thinking before she gave up with a sigh. We both knew I was going to be stubborn and refuse to even let her talk about downstairs or what we had been caught doing in the kitchen earlier.

"I need to bathe." She scrunched up her nose.

I did the same. "Bathe? Who the fuck takes a bath? You just sit there in your own shit water."

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "And I thought you'd want to get into your huge tub with me, but I guess not."

My mouth parted slightly, and I raised a hand up as if to pause time. "Okay, wait on a second. You didn't say that at first."

"Too late."

"No. We're both sitting in our nasty water together."

Serenity cringed. "Now that you say it like that...it does sound nasty."

"Serenity!" I groaned.

And she laughed at me. "Okay. Okay. But let's use the soap you use. It smells really good."

I grinned cheekily. "I hope you know you're going to be smelling like a man." I told her, getting up from the bed and following her into my bathroom, my arms around her shoulders from behind. "Like a real man," I added slowly.

I was the first to have my clothes flying off. My shirt was tossed to the floor one second, and my boxers the next as Serenity began to let down her hair from the pony tail she had up previously. I smiled deviously to myself as I sunk into the warm bath water that was filled with bubbles. I briefly thought about the ankle monitor, and remembered that John had said it was waterproof.

She slipped off her shirt, clearly not oblivious to my wandering eyes. I leaned back and observed her, smiling when she tampered with the back of her bra, snapping it open. She dropped it from her shoulders, letting it hit the floor. My eyes watched her newly revealed flesh, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip from admiration. She was so fucking beautiful.

I watched her unbutton her jeans and kick them off once they were at her ankles. The light blue lace she had on was kicked off, too. She stood fully naked, my eyes not knowing where to go first but her beautiful smile that was growing on her face.

Rarely, she felt insecure. She always was this bold girl with a lot of might and confidence. Yes, she was brought down a few times, but she was just so much more of her own person. Despite the rules and confinement she went through at home, the real her would come out when no one was watching.

I loved that about her. Her feisty character, her ability to stand up for herself. The way she's rarely sensitive. It makes things much easier, and makes up for the fact that we're both huge hotheads and we make one stubborn ass couple.

She giggled at my blank face, a flutter going off in my stomach at the sound. To my displeasure she sat across from me on the other end, our legs beside each other.

I frowned, reaching my arm out from the water towards her. "You're so far away."

"No. I'm not." She huffed playfully, grinning when I let my foot graze against her shin.

I pouted. "C'mere, baby."

A huff escaped her lips, a small shake of her head.

My eyes narrowed at her, playfully. "Love." I called, but she ignored me. "No seriously. I'm getting cold."

No answer.

"Come here, you little shit!" I shouted, making her laugh.

She grunted after witnessing the determined, yet playful look on my face. A little later she was sitting on my lap, her arms resting lazily at her sides while she gave me an annoyed look. I watched her as she asked, "Is this what you wanted?"

I shook my head. My hands pressed against her bum, squeezing and pushing her closer to my body. Chest against chest, I smugly grinned up at her. "No, this is what I wanted." I breathed, feeling her bare chest against mine own, the feeling bringing back memories from last night, and my heartbeat beginning to accelerate.

Her lips formed into a tiny smile. She kissed my lips rather quickly, letting her hands rest on my shoulders. My junk was beginning to make a stand -- literally -- and she probably knew that. Her glistening skin with water, her long hair flawlessly flowing down her back. I couldn't control myself around her. Too much beauty in one person.

At the feeling of my rising erection, she shook her head and looked at my lost, lust-filled expression. "You and your raging lust," she teased.

I sighed, groaning out, "Let's talk later, yeah?"

Her hand gripped me softly at first, beginning to stroke lightly. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose, and out, feeling myself harden at each movement of her hand. I leaned against the tiled wall behind me, my eyes still closed as I felt her lips kissing against my neck. Her tongue licked a bold stripe up my neck, stopping to pepper soft kisses on my jawline. A soft grunt escaped my throat, and rumbled in my chest.

My hands gripped her hips tightly, gently digging my nails into her skin. The water made it easier for her hand to move, causing my muscles to flex every now and then. While she squeezed lightly as she stroked, her thumb circled my tip, making a loud breath leave through my nose.

All the while, her lips tortured my jaw with affection. The thoughts wouldn't stop flooding my mind. I wanted her in every position I could think of. Just knowing that there was only so few we could try made me more frustrated.

I couldn't take it anymore. I moved her hand away from me, and she got the point. I helped her sink onto me, her mouth falling open as I slid in fully. Her head leaned forward, touching mine as I waited for her to feel comfortable enough to move. All I knew is that I needed her to move fast.

Her hips rose, then sank back down hard, repeating the movement swiftly and soon enough we were in rhythm. I stared at her full, parted pink lips and her pretty eyes half closed. I grunted as I felt her clench around me.

"So fucking tight, baby." I winced out, pressing my lips tightly together as I grabbed both of her hands and let her bounce up and down on me the way she likes. Just watching her made me want to finish right there and then.

She looked at me, a breathless question sounding off her lips. "Is this good for you?"

I moaned quietly. "Mm, yes." I kissed her neck, mumbling against her warm, moist skin. "Don't worry, baby. Just do what you like."

Her mouth parted and she let out a tiny whimper with a small cry of my name. The sound turned me on further if that was even possible. My excitement grew, my toes curled in satisfaction. For now.

I let her do her thing, watching her chest move with her rhythm, enjoying the view of my girl. Mine. She's fucking mine. I own her. To me. She belongs in my arms, my bed, wrapped in my sheets in the morning with no makeup on. Her voice says my name at times like these. She moves like this for me. The lace beneath her clothes is worn for my eyes to see her in it. Only mine.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," she mewled, gasping and squeezing my shoulders that she was using for leverage.

I watched her with admiration. A louder cry left her when I began to use my hands to simulate more pleasure. Her loud pants and little moans were driving me insane. My hands then gently placed on her thighs, slowly rubbing up and down softly to let her feel my touch. She clenched around me tightly, making me groan as she became sloppier with her movements.

Her moans were much louder now. My face buried in her neck, I continued to rub her thighs and whisper to her, "Shhh. That's it, baby girl. Cum for me."

"Harry," she moaned into my hair quietly, panting heavily with me still hard inside her.

I hummed, my breathing uneven still. "Don't want to ever think about another guy seeing you like this. Only me. Just for me."

She inhaled deeply, coming down from her unbearable pleasure. "I love you." Serenity breathed, kissing my cheek. "I'm only for you," she murmured against my skin. "I'm yours, no one else's."

I smirked. "I love you," I said back. "I've still got an issue, babe," I laughed, gesturing to the fact that I'm still harder than a rock.

"I'm so worn out, but I'll make the exception," she sighed with a tease. "And this water is making me feel ten times dirtier than before."

"Let's take this to the shower, shall we?"

We were standing in the shower moments later, the water falling down onto the both of us. The warm water made me feel relaxed for half a second before my real problem returned. The need to release was burning in the pit of my stomach, aching in the place it needs the most. Serenity, her back turned to me, knew this all but teased the hell out of me by rubbing soap against her skin and rinsing it off all in front of me.

The wait was too long, and she rinsed off the last of the soap I gripped her hips and turned her towards the glass of the shower. I bit my lip, grasping her little hands and pressing them against the glass beneath mine.

She moaned. "Harry, I don't know...if I can."

I kissed a trail down the side of her neck, humming softly. "Yes you can, baby. One more."

A both excited and exhausted sigh escaped her lips. I just needed her right now. I let out a loud groan once she arched her back, pressing her bum into me. My bottom lip was buried between my teeth again as I effortlessly slid into her from behind. The new angle brought on a new, overwhelming sensation of bliss for the both of us.

I squeezed her hands against the glass as I attempted on stopping my loud groans that were agonizingly hard to control. Serenity, on the other hand, let out repeated sounds of pure contentment and satisfaction.

My hips snapped hard, in a rush to reach my peak. I slid in and out, in and out easily. I lost track of time and my train of thought disappeared. My eyes were open, but they weren't telling me where I was. All I knew was her.

Our loud, breathless pants mixed, if it wasn't the warm water fogging up the glass, then it was definitely us. I kissed behind her shoulder, grunting at the noises that left her mouth and the way she was clenching around me already. "Oh...oh!" She cried, her volume was loud, but I didn't have the right mind to tell her to quiet down. I was too busy dealing with my own.

"Harry!" She screamed.

I moaned into her skin, leaving one hand against hers and the other grabbing her left hip. "Oh, fuck." I breathed. "You like that? Hmm, baby?"

"Mmm, yes, Harry!"

The hand that was on her hip slipped onto her bum, squeezing one side roughly before I brought it to good use on her sensitive nerves. I saw damn stars the second she clenched so tightly around me I didn't think it was reality. My exhaustion and the fire in my muscles grew intense, my body giving up and my pleasure reaching its brink.

I pulled out and gave myself a few tugs until I released. My body burns with both exhaustion and satisfaction. More dazed than ever, I somehow manage to pull Serenity into my arms, kissing her cheek gently. She leant into me as I stroked her wet hair, shutting my eyes for a mere second before we decided to actually wash the filth off of us.

She tugged on a pair of my boxers and a shirt, tiredly snuggling on my side of the bed. I've always slept on that side no matter what, but today it seems I'll be doing otherwise. I don't mind either. I dried my hair as best as I could with a towel before putting on some boxers. It was like nine thirty, but I'm exhausted.

Once I climbed into bed, Serenity was already half asleep. In her slightly unconscious state, she still curled up against me like she usually does. Then I end up kicking her off the bed during the night because I'm used to sleeping in one big bed. I guess I've gotten better to tolerate at night.

I pulled the blanket over us, smiling down at the way she just clung to me. Her leg hooked over mine, her arm thrown over my chest and hugging me closer to her. She rested her head right beneath my collarbones as I stroke my fingers through her hair.

"I love you," I said quietly, kissing her forehead.

+

The next morning I was the first to wake up by the sound of a phone. At first I thought it was mine, but then I saw that it was Serenity's instead. I stared at it for a few seconds, debating on reaching for it. I decided to, realizing that we shouldn't even have anything to hide from each other.

Elliot's name popped up on the caller ID. I sighed heavily, too tired to want to make conversation, and too angry to let it keep disturbing my peace. I accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"Y-yeah, oh...um...is Serenity with y-you?" His voice was urgent and he had definitely been crying.

I frowned. "Uh, yeah...she's sleeping. Look, Elliot, what's the matter?"

"It's fine. Don't have to act like you want to know." He said more firmly, but there was still that emotion thick in his throat. He's trying to be calm and firm, though he's failing.

I rolled my eyes. Of fucking course I don't really want to hear what's wrong with him. But, it wouldn't hurt to know why he sounds so desperate.

"Hey, I'm not the best at comforting. But you could tell me."

"No thanks, you cold-hearted piece of meat." He said to me. "Just wake your girlfriend up. This is an emergency."

"Oh, did you break a nail?" I meant it to tease, but apparently he wasn't in the fucking mood for it by the way he started screaming into the phone various insults.

Serenity lay on the other side of the bed, cuddling a pillow. I hate to have to wake her up, but her nagging friend's life is apparently on the line. I leaned forward, kissing her lips softly and rubbing my thumb against her cheek.

"Babe," I called, shaking her a bit.

A low groan came from her. "Hmm."

"Wake up, baby," I said, kissing her nose.

From the phone that wasn't even on speaker, I heard Elliot shout, "Oh brother! Fucking love birds!"

I put the phone to my ear. "Shut up, Elliot."

He laughed bitterly. "Oh no! They just keep chirping the fuck away into this phone! Why doesn't the poppa bird go and fly the fuck out to get food for the babies and put momma bird on the damn phone!"

Someone's really got a stick up their ass this morning.

Serenity was sitting up by this point, gesturing me to give her the phone. I did so, lying back down on my back and shutting my eyes until I heard Serenity gasp.

"Are you fucking serious!?" She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes almost popping out of her head. "Oh my God, Elliot. Are...what are you going to do?"

Minutes later, Serenity hung up the phone and sat there in silence. I sat up from my lying position, placing my hand on her knee, watching her with concern. "What happened?"

She sighed. "Elliot told his parents he's gay...his mom started bawling her eyes out...his dad didn't take it too well either."

In my mind I labeled his parents' as assholes, and decided to not care about this. I know I'm a little fucked up, but I don't really have much to feel towards Elliot. With Serenity, it is different. So, I am compelled to show sympathy for someone I don't have it for. Only because Serenity does care about Elliot.

I frowned. "Is he home?"

"Yeah. He wants for someone to go get him."

Oh, fuck this, I thought to myself. I'm tired and it's seven in the morning. I'm going to cry.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to be an asshole about this. "Alright. Do you want to go pick him up right now?"

Serenity looked at me, locking her eyes with mine. "You'd do that?" She was suspicious.

I nodded very slowly. "Yeah, of course. As long as you care, I will." Forcing myself to do the right thing is harder than people give credit for. Everyone's always saying do the right thing, but sometimes that takes maximum effort for people as careless and lazy as me.

She beamed at me, quickly leaning in to kiss me. "Yes! Thank you, baby. I love you so much," she said rather rapidly, beginning to get out of bed.

I internally groaned, feeling a massive headache coming along.

note // you think elliot's okay?