Obsession {HEAVY EDITING}

Chapter 8: Beautiful Nightmare

I lay in Harry's arms in his queen-size bed, the canopy above us setting the calm mood we were already in. My cheek was against his built abs, his arms wrapped tight around me and his nose buried in my hair.

It was still raining outside, so the room was pretty dark as my eyes opened. I looked up at Harry, who was already smiling down at me like I'd been an angel who'd left the heavens. "Morning," I mumbled to the beautiful, curly-haired boy before me.

"Morning," he whispered back to me, pulling me into him and kissing my cheek. "Did you sleep well, babe?"

"I slept great, what about you?" I grabbed his hand.

He squeezed it in return. "Amazing." He tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine.

Our kiss lasted a few minutes and then he turned all sleepy-eyed to look at me again. "You hungry?"

"A little," I admitted as he got up and headed towards the bathroom.

I dialed Crowne Clothes's number. I waited three beeps before one of the concierges picked up. "Hello, this is Crowne Clothes-the best clothes at the best prices! How may I help you?" Her voice was all eager and happy-sounding.

"Hi, this is Laura Bernasconi, one of the Chief Sales Officers. I'm calling in sick today." I tried putting on my best fake sick voice. One that sounded convincing. "I won't be at work for today."

"That's fine, Ms. Bernasconi. We hope you feel better soon, have a nice day. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I pressed the End button and hopped out of bed and over to his closet. "So I'm free of work today! I just need something to dress in."

He placed a bag in front of me. The side read Forever 21. I searched through the bag to find a black tank top with rhinestones at the top, black skinnies and some cute lacy pink underwear and a bra.

My mouth fell open in surprise. "Harry, why did you do this?" I gasped. "Thank you, but you didn't have to-"

His lips cut me off again, just like the previous day, and I wrapped my arms around him. "I wanted to, silly," he told me as he pulled back.

I took his hand and he pullled me towards the bathroom, flipping the shower knob upwards. The warm water hit the tub and we climbed inside. "Before we get clean, we should get a little dirty." He was in me within moments, leaning me back against the wall as he thrusted in a little harder than last night.

"H-Harry!" I yelped, wrapping my arms around him as tight as I possibly could. "Oh God, baby, yes!"

"Agh, Laura," he groaned loudly into my ear. "You feel so good..."

"I...love...you," I told him breathlessly. "S-So much."

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. I knew I had to have you," he said into my shoulder. "You're so beautiful, I've never seen anyone so perfect."

Was he seriously calling me perfect? My flawed, girl-next-door self? I could never be anywhere close to that term. If anyone was perfect, it was him.

His poufed hair, lustrous green eyes, adorable little dimples whenever he smiled...his lovely little laugh, heavenly scent, I could go on for hours how utterly stunning he was.

His thrusts were slowing, his gaze only meeting mine as he slid in and out between my legs. His rosy lips hit the skin of my neck and parted for his teeth to make way as he bit down tenderly, but at the same time roughly.

I cried out in pleasure as he sucked on the already sensitive spot, then ran his tongue along it. I winced slightly from the pain as he planted a kiss there. "Oh, oh Harry..." I groaned. "Ahhhhh."