The Weeks Between • HS

Week 21 • Harry *

I only planned for us to stay at mum's house for two days, but everyone has been having so much fun that we've decided to stay an extra day. Actually, I have Gemma to thank for that, but if I were to really try and get to the bottom of it, I bet mum and Gemma conspired  together on getting everyone to agree to the little extension to our stay. It's beyond obvious how much they both like having the girls around, but I think they like having Nola around even more.

I'm thrilled that they like her because that is going to make the next steps of our relationship that much easier. When I tell her I love her, or when I go to see her family for holidays. When she comes to see me at shows and stays with them, or when when we host the girls birthday parties. There are still so many firsts that Nola and I have yet to experience, and I want them there for so many of them. Maybe not so much for our next first, though.

The idea that when we get home, I could drop everything, rip her clothes off her, pin her to a wall and have her raw makes my mouth water every time I look at her. If I wasn't in the near-constant presence of my mother and sister, my cock would be permanently hard. That's one reason I'm actually glad that we are staying here. We can't do anything while the girls are awake, so we might as well pass the time in Holmes Chapel as opposed to watching the clock at home.

"Harry, we should go make breakfast for everyone," Nola whispers as her lips timidly kiss down the arm I have wrapped around a pillow. I open my eyes a bit disoriented.

"Why am I hugging a pillow instead of you?" I whine, barely awake enough to see straight. I reach for her body and grasp on to any part of it that I can, pulling her next to me in bed, discarding the pillow.

"I had to feed Hattie. She's back to sleep, but when I went to get some water I noticed that everyone is still asleep. We never beat your mum to the kitchen and it would be a nice thing to do."

"It would be nicer to stay here and love on you," I tell her, kissing along her lean neck until I reach her ear. "I'd make it worth your time."

She chuckles. "I'm sure you would, but I'm not going to let you be a lazy son. Get up," she says standing up and pulling me across the bed, "and help me cook breakfast." I moan and refuse to move. Then she adds, "you want me later? You need to come help me now." I've never known her to be the type to withhold sex, or use it as a form of punishment, but I don't want today to be the time that she decides to try it out, so I begrudgingly slide out of bed and follow her to the kitchen.

We decide on waffles, because I bought my mum these incredible waffle makers. Nola was washing and cutting up fruit for the toppings, but she is currently holding a handful of blueberries and staring at me. Like ZONING out staring. So, I pretend to not notice until it reaches an uncomfortable level and I clear my throat to snap her out of it. She shakes her head, like her thoughts had a grip on her ability to move that was lifted as soon as I made a noise. Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, having been caught so shamelessly staring at me, and obviously lost deep in thought.

"What were you thinking about?"

The flush falls away, and a confident stare replaces it. She wraps her hands around me and stretches up to meet my lips with hers. "You."

"What exactly, about me, were you thinking about?"

"I'll tell you later," she says, and I want to pry but mum comes in with annoyingly perfect timing.

"Don't mind me, just starting the kettle," mum defends. I can sense that Nola wants to separate, but that only makes me want to hold on to her tighter. Mum doesn't get to see me like this with very many people, and I want her to know how I'm feeling. I give her a "good morning" from my position, wrapped around Nola.