note// see what I did with the title? haha. please comment and vote if you like!

"Harry!" Your mom squeals when she opens the door. 

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N." Harry grins. Your mom pulls him in for a big hug. 

"Hi Y/N."

"Hello mother." You snark.

"Come in! Come in!" She leads Harry into the house, leaving you in the dust. 

"Gee, hey daughter, it's good to see you after two months! I missed you, but I missed your boyfriend more!"  You say under your breath, mocking your mother in a high pitched voice. 

You step into your parents home. The only reason you are here is "because my mother is a good cook and I missed her homemade spaghetti".

You told Harry you didn't want to come. He insisted, said it would be good for your mother and you to talk. Maybe sort out your differences. Hell no. That woman was crazy, and never had a nice thing to say to you. Always pointing out the tiniest imperfections and all your mistakes.

You were also jealous of him. Your mother loved him more than she loved you. (Obviously not true, but sometimes that is what it felt like.) 

You find your way to the living room. Your dad and Harry sit on the love couch. Your dad has his arm wrapped around Harry's neck, pulling him into his chest and rubbing the top of his head with his knuckles. Both men chuckling. 

"Are you trying to kill my boyfriend." You cross your arms, shifting your weight to one hip. 

"Ah, my beautiful, sarcastic daughter. Your dad lets go of Harry, and makes his way towards you. He gives you a familiar and comforting hug. 

"Hi dad."

"Let's have dinner, shall we?" Your mother was always jealous of your relationship with your dad. You and him did everything together. 

All four of you make your way to the dining room. 

Halfway through dinner. Halfway there. You slurp up some noodles carelessly. Whoa livin on a prayer. Take my hand-

You feel Harry kick your foot from underneath the table. You snap your head to look at him accusingly. His face holds a frown, but his eyes show amusement. Like he really wants to laugh but is trying so hard to hold back even a smile. 

"Y/N!" Your mom yells from across the table. 

"Huh?" You look at her, confused. 

"Did you hear me? I said, don't slurp your dinner like an old grandpa with no teeth! And were you just humming? Did I teach you anything?" 

"No." You say between the teeth. Your mother doesn't hear, but Harry kicks your foot again harder this time. You give him a challenging stare. He just shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk that inches onto his face causes suspicion. 

Two minutes later, your father and Harry are talking about golf or something, when out of the corner of your eye you see a Harry's hand slowly reach over. You are quick to shove it away before he tries anything. 

You shoot him a deathly glare.

Your entire body reacts to his touch like a spark to a flame. 

You instantly sit up a little straighter. Your body flinches from the cold rings that slide against your hot skin. 

"Are you okay," your mom questions. 

"Y-yes mom. I'm good. Food is, delicious." You sound robotic.

You struggle to keep calm as Harry's calloused hand travels it's way up your leg. 

You watch Harry out of the corner of your eye. He continues making conversation with both parents. Completely relaxed and comfortable. 

His fingers stop just as they meet your skirt. You suck in a deep breath as he slips underneath the fabric. Goosebumps appear on your arms. You focus your eyes on the napkin in front of you, staying completely still. 

He makes small patterns on your skin. He is teasing you. Tracing up and down the crevice separating your hip and your leg.

You cross your feet, pushing your legs together. The ache spreads when his hand cups your entire thigh, squeezing lightly. He plays with your delicate panties. His long fingers twist and tug, only making you want more.

He begins to push the lace fabric to the side. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks, and the heat burning your insides. Your body's desire for him craves the way his soft finger pads' draw small circles. 

You realize what is about to happen. 

You stand up abruptly, causing everyone to look at you as your chair falls backwards. 

"Excuse me." Your voice is shaky and unstable. 

Harry tries to conceal his laughter. "Are you okay love?"

You just look at him and rush to the bathroom.

"That girl needs to get her stuff together. How immature." You mother comments. 

note// this sucked but it fine! i'm fine. i can not write any kind of smut i feel so uncomfortable. but honestly, if this doesn't happen to me at least once in my life, then i am doing something wrong cause that would be so hot for a guy to do that.