Irresistible [h.s]

Chapter 19

Harry has been such an angel these past few days. He's been staying over every night since he planned the picnic for me, which I think is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. I haven't been feeling to good today though, I think I may be getting sick, which sucks.

I actually got up before Harry which is a very rare occasion, and we didn't have much food, so I decided to go to the store.

When I walk through the front door, Harry is playing music while singing and dancing along to it. He actually has a nice voice but his dancing I'm not so sure about yet.

He doesn't notice me immediately but when he does, he lets out a high pitch scream and jumps. My eyes go wide, then I start to historically laugh. I hunch over laughing, and holding my stomach from the pain that's starting to build there from laughing so hard.

"Leah" he drags out "You scared the absolute shit out of me" He chuckles breathlessly.

I wave my hand at him as I bend over, purring my hands on my knees as loud laughs escape my lips.

"Stop laughing at me" He says more stern, sighing in annoyance.

I clear my throat "Your scream though-" I can't even finish my sentence before I start to laugh again.

Everything happens so quick. Harry grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, making me start to hit his back, trying to get him to let me go. He then throws me down on the couch, pinning my arms next to my head.

"Are you done?" He asks with an annoyed tone.

"Almost, it's just your scream sounded like a girl" I giggle, squeezing my eyes shut.

"So funny right?" He says slowly, looking at me up and down.

I raise my eyebrows, then quickly wrap my legs  around his thighs, pulling his lower half down on me "Don't even think about it" I warn him.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" He chuckles as he furrows his eyebrows at me, tilting his head to the side in a mocking manner.

"Harry seriously don't tickle me" I say in a stern voice, accidentally letting a small smile appear on my face.

"Or what?" He whispers.

"Or I will kill you" I reply nonchalantly.

Sometimes tickling is okay, but since today I don't feel good, I'm not really in the mood for it.

He lets his grip on one of my wrists go, but he slowly starts to drag it down my arm, and down my side. He grabs my waist, I think he's about to tickle me, so I jump.

He narrows his eyes at me "Are you okay?" He asks in a gentle tone.

I suck in a sharp breath "Yeah of course" I lie, trying to get up, but he stops me.

"You sure?" I just nod in response. He then leans down to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lip, stopping him. When his grip on me completely loosens I jump up, straightening myself out. "Leah tell me what's wrong, why won't you kiss me?" He speaks up a little louder.

I sigh "I think I may be getting sick, so I don't want to get you sick too"

He furrows his eyebrows at me before he puts his head in his hands, shaking his head. He then lets out a low chuckle "You won't kiss me because you don't want to get me sick?"

I look around for a moment "Yeah" I slowly say.

He pushes himself off the couch and starts to walk towards me, before he quickly grabs my face, smashing his lips into mine, shocking me. He pulls away soon after and looks directly at me "I'm fine. I would rather be sick then not kiss you, but we need to worry about you right now" He states. He grabs my hand and pulls me in the bathroom "Now you, stay right here I'll be back"