cardigan [h.s.]

Chapter 35

Diana

"We are supposed to be studying."

I manage to get out before his lips capture mine again. The two of us were currently up in my room and instead of studying like we were supposed to be doing, I somehow found myself straddling Harry's lap and his lips on mine.

I don't really know how we got in this position.

I mean, I know how we did. We weren't even studying for more then ten minutes before Harry threw his textbook towards the end of my bed, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his laps. He barely let me get in a word before crashing his lips onto mine.

Harry had come over after being at Niall's for most of the day. He's been doing anything he can to avoid going home. He told me all about how his mother actually did know about his father cheating, and he told me all about the fight he had with his mother the other day. And so now, he's been alternating between my house and Niall's.

I want to tell him that he should just try talking to his mother, but then I would kind of sound like hypocrite since for a hot second I refused to talk to Ivy and there was a moment in time when I was avoiding Ivy and begging Cornelia to let me stay with her.

But I think we're fine now — Ivy and I. Things have been solid between us, but it also feels like we are walking on eggshells around each other, skirting around any of the big topics that we should probably talk about.

Which, I guess is another reason on why I can't really tell Harry that he should try to talk to his mother. So, I just let him continue with avoiding the problem until he can't anymore.

Studying on the other hand is something we can't avoid since finals are coming up soon. "Harry," I say against his lips, trying to get him to stop him from attacking my lips with his. "Study-"

"Mhm," Harry hums against my lips before pulling away only to attach them to my neck. His hands rested on my hips, under my-- his shirt that has ridden up just a bit to expose the flesh of my skin. "This is way better than studying."

This is way better than studying.

But being on track to graduate high school is much more important. We can make out all we want when we're done with finals. Plus, once spring semester, the seniors kind of just stop trying all together and the teacher kind of stop caring for the most part.

Harry decides to distract me further by sucking on the sweet spot below my ear and I moan without even processing it. My brain acts without thinking. My hands grip the curls pulled back into a bun on his head. I pant heavily as his lips mark across the expanse of my neck.

And my hips start to rock back and forth on his lap. The friction from my jeans hitting my clit with every movement, and the feeling of Harry's erection pressing against me has my eyes rolling back. I know with how aroused I feel, I could come within a few more thrusts.

One of Harry's hands travel from my hip to the top of my jeans, making haste to unbutton them but I have to unfortunately stop him. No matter how much I don't want to stop him.

"Why," he whines, his forehead pressing against my collarbone. His chest hits mine with every heavy breath he lets out. "Please, no one's home."

Don't say please like that.

I feel so bad with how much I feel him worked up pressed against me. I would give anything to let him fuck me right now in my bed. But I have to stop things from going further. I shake my head, "We can't," I breathe out.

"You're killing me sweet thing."

"Trust me, I want to. I really want to, but..." I trail off for a second. "I started my period yesterday," I tell him and nervously bite my lip because I don't know how he's going to react. Dempsey always thought it was disgusting whenever I mentioned my menstrual cycle. He basically would shame me for something so natural and something I couldn't prevent from happening.