note // this chapter barely gets dirty but yk Horny Harry.

Song of the Day: Ignition (Remix) - R Kelly [old song but it's still my jam]

Serenity;

It was seven o’clock when my mother finally decided to enter my room. Harry tripped over a shoe, almost fell head first into the fire escape, and made me snort multiple times all in ten seconds.

I settled down and inhaled deeply, falling back onto my bed once the window was closed. Mother entered the room quietly, finding herself a comfortable spot to sit on at the edge of my bed. I really don’t want another lecture, another argument, or anything in which we all already knew.

“Have any plans for this weekend?” She asked slowly, turning to look at me. Her bright blue eyes reminded me of Willie’s. There was a tiny difference in them, however. Hers were filled with experience, and stress. Frustration and exhaustion. The bags under her eyes told no different story.

Willie’s were innocent, wide, sparkly, and full of thought. Wondrous and questioning, undoubtful excitement.

I shrugged my shoulders. I was being legitimate with her nowadays. There wasn’t anything I found necessary to hide anymore. Everything was out in the open. “I guess I’ll be spending time with Harry.”

Not hours ago even had we both told each other we love one another. I couldn’t put in words the happiness that had me wanting to run around and scream, but suppressed the emotions of excitement to avoid questions. If I mentioned to her that he said he loves me, she’d laugh and tell me my head is purely filled with lies.

“Harry.” She repeated emotionlessly. “What do you see in that kid again?”

I sighed deeply. “Mom...there isn’t much left to say. I said everything I could.”

She shook her head, a frown lacing her lips. Not an angry one. A tired one. One filled with her dislike, but also her hopelessness. I want her to feel like she can’t change my mind. I want her to give up. Not on me in general, but on separating me from Harry. 

He’s not the brightest crayon in the box, but I sure as hell love him.

“You’re not going to give up are you?” Mom breathed.

“Not at all.” I replied firmly.

A huff escaped her lips before she stood up and turned to fully face me. “IF...IF...you’re sure this is going to go somewhere. Whatever you both have going on, you need to promise me something.”

“Sure. Anything.” As long as they’re not meddling with my relationship, I’m definitely okay with whatever I need to promise her.

“You won’t get pregnant.” She said quickly. “Please, please, at all cost, avoid that. Pregnancy is the last thing you need. And I’m more certain that he won’t stay with you if so and so happens.”

I bit my cheek, annoyed with the last of her words, but I nodded and founded easy to promise her that I won’t be getting pregnant any time soon. We haven’t even had sex, so there isn’t anything to worry about.

Shortly afterwards, she left my room.

+

“Pssttt, Serenity.”

“Serenityyyy,” a soft voice whispered.

I groaned a little, scrunching my nose up and peeking an eye open. The slight burn in my eye faded almost immediately as I adjusted to the new light. Willie came into view. I watched him carefully, squinting now with both eyes open.

“Willie?”

His soft dirty blonde curls were ruffled and his big blue eyes watched me with that sparkle of joy in them. “Mommy and daddy are downstairs with this big, big surprise! They said to call you downstairs!” He squealed out, hopping a little.

He looked so cute in his Toy Story pajamas, jumping and grinning with his little teeth on full display.

I shot him a soft smile. Although tired, I began to sit up and push the covers from my body. I remained in a pair of blue shorts and a grey t-shirt from last night. I yawned into my hand, following a skipping Willie in front of me.

Even though I had no clue what it was, I had an idea when they stood at the dinner table with a huge bouquet of baby pink roses. Dad was looking down at them with a frown, my mother noisily reading the note that was left on them. She pressed her lips into a thin line and muttered, “They’re for you.”

She handed me the note just as I reached for it. I glanced at both of my parents, who stared at the roses in thought. Then, I began to read the note.

Will you marry me?

Nah, I’m just kidding. But, I love you. A lot. So.

These are for you. They were perfectly picked for you. Because you’re perfect, too. So it wouldn’t make sense to send you crappy roses. Because like…

You get the point. I love you.

be ready at 8

- Harry (:

An inhuman sound escaped my mouth. A mix between a laugh and a cry of joy. A squeal or a scream? I can’t tell, but I was smiling and my face was burning hot. I covered my hand with my mouth immediately afterwards, my dad watching me in curiosity as he looked over my shoulder to read what made me so happy.

Willie interrupted the silence.

“I think Spiderman sent them to you!” He exclaimed.

Mom rolled her eyes. “Where are you getting this Spiderman thing from?”

Dad shook his head and held his hand up. “Doesn’t matter. So, he loves you now?” He asked sarcastically. “And he’s sending you flowers?”

“At least she gets flowers.” My mother snapped at my dad, eyebrows raised. I chuckled a little as she smirked, rubbing her fingers against the pedals of one of the roses. My father remained a little jaw slacked at her remark. “That boy, I must say, has good taste in flowers.”

Father huffed. “Are you complimenting him now?”

“You know what, Willard,” my mother began. “I am. I’m complimenting him because he does have good taste in flowers.”

There was no doubt my mother had a great love for flowers and the delicacy of them. I would’ve never guessed this would have been the first time she’d say something positive about Harry, but I’m guessing things won’t ever go as planned. I’ve learned that the hard way.

“Ha, so it was Spiderman!” Willie pointed his finger, grinning smugly.

I wonder where he’s gotten that grin from.

“See,” I ignored the current topic, “This is what I mean when I say he’s sweet to me. He treats me right.”

My mother sighed. “Any man who sends a woman flowers as gorgeous as these knows what he’s doing, if I may say so,” she glared the entire time at my father.

Father rolled his eyes. “Would you stop that?”

“No! When’s the last time you’ve sent me flowers?” My father was silent as she was victorious seconds later, approved by his silence. “Exactly. So if you don’t send flowers and you’re a man, please shut up.”

“But I’m a man! And I never sent flowers!” Willie cried.

Mother smiled at him. “Except for you, Honey.”

I was actually so amused and impressed by my mother. This is the first time we shared a grin and a laugh when my father angrily stalked out of the dining room. “He’s a little angry,” I pointed out the obvious, chuckling and stroking the pedal of one rose between my thumb and index.

She huffed. “He’ll get over it. Maybe I won’t talk to him until he gets me flowers.”

Willie tugged at my shorts. “I wanna touch them,” he whined, climbing onto the chair and poking a few of them with his small index finger.

As he distracted himself doing that, mother said, “I still can’t stand him.”

“He’s not too fond of you, either,” I blurted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She shot at me hotly.

“It’s just that...he doesn’t like the way you treat me…” I tried to get myself to shut the fuck up, but it wasn’t working at the moment.

She stared at me deeply. “Well, he’s not too good at treating others either. Although he seems to know how to make you happy.”

I rolled my eyes, staring down at the note that had been placed on the table beside the flowers. “Of course he does. Do you think I’d be with someone who treats me awfully?”

“That’s true,” she sighed. “However, he doesn’t charm your father and I. We’ll always want to protect you from guys like him. It’s just in our blood.”

“I get that. But would it kill you to just let me be with him in peace?”

“Well, we’ve agreed to let you do what you want. But I don’t want to hear that he broke your heart and whatnot.

“You won’t,” I replied unknowingly. But I felt that was really confident.

+

It was eight before I even knew it. I didn’t know what to wear, so I texted Harry on whether it was formal or informal. He said I could wear anything, maybe nothing so that way there wouldn’t be anything stopping him for later. I read the text with a scowl on my face, but I still managed to giggle at it.

I guess I’m not going to deny him going out with him because of fear. If anyone has something to say to me, they should say it. And then I would hurt them. I’ve constantly proven to myself how actually violent I can be, so I should suck it up.

There was a honking outside as I fixed the last strand of my hair I was straightening. I huffed and quickly gathered my phone and puffed on some perfume. I took a glance at the mirror. Smooth dark wash skinny jeans, a pair of nude heels I found at the back of my closet (almost certain these were Clary’s), and black short-sleeve shirt with straps of skin showing across my collar bones. Half of Clary’s shit stays in my closet, and she’s never bothered to take it back.

I tugged my phone into my pack pocket and headed downstairs. My mother, who was in the kitchen, shouted, “When are you going to be back?”

“Uh…” I stammered. “I don’t. Know.”

She huffed. “Just stay alive, Serenity Ryan Carter.”

Willie tugged on my hand before I could make it out the door. I looked down at him. “Can I say hi to Spiderman?”

I actually laughed a little. “Maybe next time, okay?” I winked at him and he grinned, nodding and running back into the living room.

I closed the door behind me and gaze up at the car. Harry stood at my side, leaning against the car as usual with a smug grin on his face. He wore a dark red button up, that was rolled up on his elbows and unbuttoned. Beneath it was a white v-neck. I grinned at him as I made my way to him, cautious of my steps because these heels were four inches.

Harry whistled as I stood in front of him. He grabbed my hand, motioning me to spin around. I chuckled as I did so, earning a little grunt of appreciation from him. “Shit, can I just say you look so damn gorgeous.”

He pulled me into him by my hips, grinning down at me. “I won’t have to unbutton my pants tonight. My dick’s already doing that for me.”

I laughed loudly, pushing against his chest but he wouldn’t let me go. “Stop it,” I mused.

“I’m serious. It’s gonna be popping out of my pants by the end of the night.”

“It would’ve been, anyway,” I winked at him, pecking his cheek and leaving a glossy mark on his cheek I later wiped away with my finger. Harry laughed at my little flirtatious statement, proceeding to open the door for me. In seconds, we were driving off to wherever.

We were driving up to an area I remembered instantly when I saw the gates. It was the little cabin he took us on our first date. My lips parted as we stopped in front of it, a few cars outside made it evident others were probably already here.

“Harry…” I started.

“Sh. Just wait, babe.” He assured me with a smile.

Seconds later, I walked up to the door with Harry behind me. I glanced back at him with an eyebrow raised, but he only beckoned me to continue. I saw Clary’s jeep, so he’s not fooling anybody. When I opened the door, most of our friends were sitting around eating, dancing like idiots, or listening to Niall’s story that he managed to speak over the music for.

When they heard the door open, they were all up and coming to hug me. Not one of them brought up the party. Zayn waved at me with a side smile, a drink in one hand and in another Emily’s hand. I shot Emily a look while I walked around, receiving hugs and smiles.

Niall shouted, “We were having a great time until you arrived,” he joked, making everyone either playfully scoff or chuckle.

Louis was playing darts with his cousin, Luke I believe, and stopped the game to hug me. “This is, Luke.” He introduced me.

Luke, blonde kid with bright eyes and a lip ring, sent me a friendly smile. “Hey…”

“Serenity,” I answered for him with Harry already tugging at my hand to get me away from him. I stood still tightly in order to avoid his pull.

He nodded. “Yeah...you’re that girl who beat the shit out of my cousin Renee.”

My mouth fell agape. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!”

“Nah, it’s okay. I hate that bitch anyway.”

“There’s not a soul alive who doesn’t, Luke. Not a soul alive,” Louis muttered, squinting at the target.

Harry smacked Louis’s arm as he went to throw the dart. It flew off to the end of the target instead as Harry laughed and Louis sent him a glare. “What were you telling me about your dart skills earlier?” He teased.

“Shut up,” Louis hissed.

“I’m like a ninja. I meditate. Not a thing can distract my mind from the game,” Harry repeated, teasing him longer.

Marisol stood beside Louis now, sending me a smile. “Hey, Serenity. How’s the angry mommy and daddy?”

“They’re angry, I think?” I mused.

She chuckled and Louis abruptly bent down to kiss her cheek. At this, Niall came into the group and awed at them. “I’m gonna be alone forever,” he commented afterwards with a laugh.

“That is not true,” Zayn and Emily joined the circle.

Niall stared bluntly. “Aren’t you the guy who called me a Leprechaun a few days ago?”

“That was at the moment.” Zayn muttered, seeming apologetic. “But there is hope for everyone.”

The topic was interrupted when Clary and Elliot walked out from the kitchen.

“Bad Bitch uno is here,” Elliot laughed.

Clary growled. “Elliot, that was my line.”

“I don’t know about you, but I come first. Always, hoe,” he teased her, laughing loudly when she punched his arm.

I squealed as I saw Elliot, rushing to hug him tightly.

As he hugged me, he said to Clary, “See, I got bitches.”

Clary rolled her eyes as I followed to hug her next. The fact that all of my friends were here, making me laugh and avoiding talking about the incident at the party last night fills me with happiness. For once things aren’t going so bad in my life, and I hope I’m not speaking too soon.

I sat down at the couches with the girls, catching up on the last few days and mostly talking about how the Hell Emily and Zayn happened.

“He just...I don’t know. I like him. A lot. And it was hard to neglect the way he made me feel.”

Clary sighed. “Shit, I really shipped you and Niall, to be honest.”

“Niall’s the cutest. But Zayn just had my heart, you know?”

Marisol shrugged. “Whatever, I just know that if I had two guys as hot as them after me I’d think I was so the sexiest thing on this planet.”

“I feel you,” I said to her in agreement.

Emily rolled her eyes at us all. “We’re all hot, yay,” she dryly cheered.

I chuckled. “I just don’t know what the Hell Clary’s doing.”

“Hey. I’m single. I’m happy. There’s more options when you’re single. Single is like winning bingo. Screw four in a row, and you’re still the winner.” She joked at us, causing the group to erupt in giggles.

Marisol glanced up at the boys who were hanging around the pool table in the room with an arch leading into ours. “Oh no,” she scoffed.

We turned around to see what she was seeing.

“They’re holding poor Elliot up by his feet on the pool table.” Clary laughed loudly as us girls jogged towards the dumb shit these guys pull off.

Harry and Louis were holding a leg each as Elliot’s face was pushed up against the surface of the table. He was beet red and highly annoyed as he kept shouting profanities.

“Put him down, idiotas!” Marisol shouted.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Harry, babe, put the poor guy down.”

Louis and Harry glanced at each other, shrugging, and dropping Elliot the table at the same time. Niall was too busy cackling and having a blast at one corner of the table as Zayn and Luke bit down to avoid laughter at another.

I slapped Harry’s chest as he chuckled. I bent down to see if Elliot was alright. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath. “Two guys bullying me at once. Very hot,” he snapped.

Both Louis and Harry took a step back.

When that was over, the girls and I were at the kitchen, preparing whatever food Marisol had been cooking. She ended up telling us not to touch anything because we’re such “gringas.”

I stood at the counter, laughing as Clary joked about the chicken in the oven. Luckily, there was a bowl of green grapes beside me, so I had been munching on those for quite some time. I didn't have much interest in what we were cooking.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind. I instantly smiled and giggled when I felt his lips kiss my cheek.

"Baby," he mumbled into my skin. His voice was raspy and deeper.

I leaned my head onto his shoulder. "Hi," I whispered back.

"I'm dying to take you slow and hard," he whispered into my ear, disregarding the fact that the girls are still around. He groaned softly, pressing his front to my back tightly as the girls were still listening to Clary.

I elbowed him gently. "Harry, not now."

"I'm going to make love to you tonight. Just wait 'til everyone's gone. You and me alone. I wanna hear you moan and hear you beg me to keep going." He snapped quietly.

I bit my lip, unfortunately extremely turned on by this. "Stop." I whispered back.

"My pants are so fucking tight." He huffed out. "We're gonna be busy all night, baby. Slow. Hard. Fast. Bend you over the bathroom sink -- fuck. I'll be fucking you on the walls, too." He continued to whisper into my ear, moaning softly.

Clary gagged. "Harry, get the fuck out. You got louder and louder. The whole fucking kitchen knows you've got a boner."

Harry scoffed at her. "Then you'll all be aware that if you don't leave soon enough,  you'll be hearing all of it."

Emily found it hysterical as Marisol and Clary swore it's too much information. I pushed Harry and his obvious bulge away from me, turning to peck his lips.

"Be patient," I whispered at him, giggling softly when he groaned.

"It's painful."

"Get out, horny pants!" Clary glowered. 

"Are you mad you're not getting laid tonight?" He remarked at her.

Emily laughed as I pushed Harry out when Clary began to glare.

Marisol stared at a bright face Emily. "What's so funny?"

She inhaled sharply, laughing and spitting out, "I don't know."

+

By the end of the night we had eaten, danced, made jokes, pulled off more ridiculous shit together, and overall had a great time. Harry stared at me the entire time, so now that everyone's gone I could only imagine what he's going to do.

I texted my mother to not wait on me for the night. She barely answers the phone so she might see it when she gets to call me herself.

I was shutting the door and turned around just to be picked up and placed against it. I shakily inhaled and placed my hands on Harry’s shoulder as he wrapped my legs around his waist.

He groaned, staring at me with hungry eyes and clenched jaw. He held my legs as I pushed my torso closer to his in need for his attention and affection. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, definitely."

He breathed loudly. "I'm gonna take you so well. Would you like that, baby?"

"Yes," I moaned, now completely turned on. There isn't any turning back at this point.

"I bet you like it when I talk to you like this, don't you?" He breathed against my lips, his hot breath fanning against me.

There was so much heat pressing against me, I'd fall if it weren't for his supportive hold. "I want you. So bad," I practically begged.

It was too long. The wait between being sure we could work and this one. The seconds dragged for hours, and I just wanted to be his in not just an emotional way, but physically, too. I was his girl, I belonged to him. Even if I refused, my heart was utterly devoted to him. Only he could trigger such want, such necessity that I now live for. I'm his.