Fall Back On Me {Haylor}

Thin Line-Chapter 25

Chapter 25

"Like I was saying, there is no point to going to the concert if we're only going for the opening act!" I laugh, unlocking and opening the door to my apartment to Emma, Selena and Sarah. My eyes immediately fall on the shirtless figure of Harry sitting sprawled on the couch asleep. Chips are scattered all around his body, some resting on the rug my mom had bought me. I cross my arms as the girls just gawp. "Harry!"

He scrambles into a sitting position, eyes half-open as he aimlessly mutters something. We all laugh and he rubs his eyes. "what?" he says sleepily, groaning at the sight of the girls.

"Other room, please?" I ask sweetly, tilting my head towards the bedroom door. He sighs deeply, one that sounds like it came from his throat more than chest, and stands. He sends a glance from me to the girls and stretches his arms out in the air, obviously giving a full show to us. I roll my eyes, glancing over at the practically drooling girls and cast a second look. My chest tightens in something I recognize as jealousy. I learned it distinctly from when Harry was basically flirted with with every girl in town. "Harry. Now."

He shrugs, "Okay, okay! I'm goin'."

He walks towards me before he does, leaning to whisper in my left ear. "I think it's hot when you're jealous, babe." He smirks as he steps backward towards the doors.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I quickly face the others, my demeanor completely scattered at the low, husky enticement that excited me in every way. Emma looks me up and down, then shakes her head haughtily.

"You have not been completely honest with us, have you?" She narrows her eyes and circles me as if I'm being interrogated. She pauses, "Spill."

I sigh and sit them down after brushing off the chip-covered couch, taking a deep breath before starting from the place where I lacked details.
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"You did what in the lake?" Sarah chokes on her Pepsi mid-sip, meanwhile both Selena and Emma are doubled over in laughter. Selena is probably laughing the most with no stopping point in sight.

"You dirty little icon.." Emma shakes her head, her face maligned in a taut smirk. I blush and squeeze onto the pillow I've been laughing into. My words wouldn't have been so..straight-forward, to describe it. Talking about my sex-life is not something I'm usually comfortable with outing. It's a private thing that is led ownership of by the pair, not to everyone's open knowledge. "I'm surprised. Not about Harry, of course. The boy is talented to say the least."

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Of singer! Gosh Tay, get your head out of that lake," She says with a wink, nudging me with her elbow. Selena has finally subsided her laughing and wipes her mascara carefully from her cheeks that had ran.

"You are lucky, Tay. He is one built guy."

"Shut up, guys! If y'all are just gonna drool over my boyfriend then I guess I can call him back out here and let y'all watch us makeout." I taunt, laughing softly at the wordplay that sounded absolutely ridiculous. Sarah slightly raises her hand tentatively.

"Will there be turns?" She smirks. A scuffle in the next room catches my attention and I make a motion to my lips to be quiet. What I'm betting on is Harry is spying on us. He probably thinks he's so clever getting away with it, oh I'll show him. I silently edge up to the door and begin to slightly turn the knob. As soon as it opens enough, Harry comes tumbling out of the door and clears his throat.

"I-uh, was about to- come to get a drink. Do you have cherry soda?" He stutters which makes me giggle beneath my hand.

"Yes, Taylor. Do you have cherry soda?" Selena scoffs from the living area, the group bursting into laughter. I lean closer to where my lips just graze his ear.

"I think it's cute when you spy," My lips attach to the skin under his ear and follow his jawline out. He pushes his hand up to frame my face and match our lips together, I follow his lead.

"Next!" I hear Sarah call out but we hardly waver, just reposition our lips and continue.

"Get a room already, you're making me depressed with all this. I want a boyfriend.." Emma's voice rings out though it sounds like she couldn't be any less interested. Harry pulls apart slowly and smirks at her without detaching his arms around me.

"You're actually in our room right now, so that's a little bit postponed for now." He teases, immediately causing my cheeks to flush. Emma glances up slightly, a surprised grin wrapped against her lips tersely.

"Harry!" I scold, slapping his shoulder. I had completely zoned out of the fact we did just lock lips in front of my friends. Not that it truly matters but there's no doubt that this will be held against me for a very long time.

"No, no, Taylor. It's fine.. we have to-um- go. Text you later," She bursts, pulling Sel and Sarah out the door by their wrists before I can object. I sigh and glare at Harry who looks pleasantly pleased at their early absence.

"See what you did?" I place my hands expectantly on my hips. He shrugs innocently and pulls me up into his arms and relaying me under him on my couch. His lips press into my collarbone and my breathing pushes on his curls.

"Well, I may have wanted them to go. Is that so wrong?" He murmurs, glancing up with gentle eyes. I squeeze his waist to pull him down with me and feel the hard line of his rib against my hand. I feel his lips travel to the crease dipping in my neck and heat courses through my body. For some unknown reason, I tense up, unsure of the suspicion I might do something wrongly or badly. I haven't felt this before, it had become almost natural before but now.. there's just something simple and innocent about this kiss. Something different from our previous experiences. What it is is something I can't explain, it's just something that I feel. Like the way we can't explain why the moon comes out every night or how many grains of sand there are in the ocean. Whatever it is, something makes me nervous and I gently pry him away from my lips and burry my head into his chest, ending whatever his intentions were without a word.