Love Doesn't Exist || H.S

chapter thirty-four

Emily

I pulled on my new jeans that Harry had bought me two days ago and then put on my new top as well.

Harry had said that this was a casual party, so I decided on just curling my lashes and applying mascara and some light concealer.

Satisfied with my look, I turned to make my way out of Harry's bathroom.

"Babe!" I stopped for a split second after Harry called out to me. I don't know if he had meant to call me babe, but either way I couldn't stop the grin from forming on my face. "Baby!" Harry shouted again. Realising I had stopped for more then just a split second, I made my way out of his bathroom.

"What shirt shou- What's so funny?" Harry turned to face me letting his hands that were holding two shirts, fall to his side. 

"Nothing's funny" I replied, still with a massive grin plastered on my lips. I stopped in front of Harry, placing my hands on his bare and warm chest. "You called me babe" A small smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips. "And baby"

"I just... I just liked saying it" Harry responded, his voice quieter then usual, telling me he was nervous.

"And I just liked you saying it too" I replied before pressing my lips to his. "Babe" I added. Harry dropped the two shirts he was holding and pulled me against him. He placed his hands on my bum, giving them a quick squeeze as tongue slipped inside my mouth. I let my hands tangle into his hair like usual, but this time gently pulled at his locks and earned a low groan from him.

I pulled away, remembering we had somewhere to be and gave Harry one last peck.

"You're so beautiful" He said, a smile on his lips as his eyes flickered in between my own. 

"Thank you babe" I replied, giving him a smile. "Now we have to get going" I grabbed his hands from my bum and sat them by his sides. "We were supposed to leave five minutes ago" I added as I picked up the two shirt he dropped and handed him what I thought would be the better option.

"But you look too beautiful" Harry pouted as he grabbed the shirt I was holding out for him and I hung the other back up on its hanger. "Maybe..." Harry grabbed my waist, pulling me back against him. "Maybe the party-" Harry connected his lips with mine before pulling back again. "Can wait" he mumbled against my lips before his tongue slipped inside my mouth again and his hands sat back on my bum. 

I couldn't help but let my hands slip underneath, one hand wandered over his back muscles whilst the other traveled toned stomach. 

Our mouths moved in sync, both urging for more. I could sense the desperation from both of us, but I knew Harry needed to be at this party that we were already running late too.

"We need to get to the party" I said after I'd pulled away. Harry rested his forehead against mine, his eyes staying fixed on me as he gave me a shit-eating grin. 

"But I know you want me" Harry said, dragging out the me as his thumb slipped under my top, sitting on my hip and rubbing small circles, sending electric currents through my body.

"Of course I want you, but we have a party to get too" I reminded him for what felt like the millionth time as I sat my hands back on his warm chest.

"Oh you do want me?" Harry asked, a cocky grin on his lips. I attempted to push him away so we could get going, but Harry only smirked and pulled me closer. I tried my hardest to hold in my smile, but I knew I had failed miserably when Harry's smirk only widened.

Harry leaned in closer, still keeping his eyes on me before he began leaving a trail of kisses down my jaw. I couldn't help but let my hands travel back into his hair. Harry made it down to my neck, nipping in different places before making it my sweet spot. I let out a small moan and Harry stopped his trail and began harshly sucking as my hands absentmindedly pulled at his locks.