GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

63. Red, White,...

The rest of the day was spent in the same place we had ended up after he got home– his bed. We had a lot of time to make up for and Harry casually threatened that he owed me an orgasm for every day that we had been apart. I didn't really doubt he'd make good on that threat in the time we had together, and I wouldn't protest.

Sometime in the evening we decided we better actually eat something of the food variety and I was grateful I had actually gone grocery shopping for him. Neither of us felt like cooking, or even getting dressed for that matter. Instead, we loaded up a tray with an assortment of fruit, cheeses and crackers, and I grabbed some bottled waters. We headed back up to bed, not ready to leave its confines.

"Crackers are a terrible bed food!," Harry declared as he shook the crumbs from the covers. I laughed at his dramatics and popped a grape into my mouth.

"I'm pretty sure that was your idea Harry," I said back while chewing.

"Well I wasn't thinking clearly. How am I supposed to make logical decisions while you're naked?," he said trying to fight off his smirk and act serious.

We were interrupted by the sound of Harry's phone ringing. I grabbed it off the nightstand and passed it over to him. I picked up mine as well to scan through emails and waste time on social media while he took the call. Harry answered with a hello and continued to brush the crumbs off the duvet with a frown.

"Oh yeah, that's tomorrow," Harry paused as the person spoke on the other line. "I've got nothing planned. Where? In Malibu?... Yeah, alright. I'm bringing my girlfriend Liv then, is that cool?... Okay, see you then Xander," Harry said before he ended the call.

I recognized the name. Xander had been in New York when Harry and I were there together. Xander was one of Jeff's friends we met on our night out.

"Are you up for a Fourth of July party tomorrow babe?," Harry asked as he grabbed a banana from the tray and leaned back propped up on his pillows. "It should be fun."

"Sure," I smiled, "but I don't think it'll top this moment." I tilted my head down and looked at him under my brows. My finger gestured in the air at his current state.

Harry was stretched out naked, on the bed casually peeling his banana with a tangled mess of hair that I had been the reason for. He looked up at me with confusion on his face as he bit off a chunk of the banana he had been so focused on. I took full advantage of the moment and snapped a pic with my phone.

"Heeeey!," Harry said with a mouthful of banana, pretending to be offended. He gave himself away with the smile that appeared when he closed his mouth to swallow. "By the way we're supposed to wear white to the party."

"Okay, I'll need to swing by my place for clothes then. Does this mean I'll get to see you in those white jeans again?," I smirked remembering how good he looked in them.

"Nope. I can't wear them two days in a row. I've got a reputation to uphold," he joked.

"Yet you can wear your black jeans every single day?"

"That's entirely different," Harry defended and I laughed. I tossed a grape at him playfully. "Don't make me come over there!," he threatened and I threw another grape to challenge him.

Harry narrowed his brows and pursed his lips in mock annoyance and I tossed a grape that bounced perfectly off the middle of his forehead. Harry hurled his body across the bed and pinned me down beneath him while I giggled.

"Didn't I say not to make me come over here?," Harry asked with his lips inches from mine.

"Maybe I wanted to make you come?," I said with a raise of my eyebrow.