TODAY WAS MY NIGHT OFF, and I spent it at home bored out of my mind. I tried to kill the time by watching tv, eating food, and listening to music, but that wasn't enough to keep me satisfied. Thus, I figured I might as well complete my homework since it looked like I wasn't going to have much fun tonight.

After I finished up my DBQ Essay for APUSH and problem set for Calculus, I spontaneously decided to send a text to Harry asking if he was free to talk on the phone. We hadn't seen each other since our time in the boiler room. Around five minutes later I got a reply.

Harry: Only if it's urgent

Me: It's super important

A smile made its way to my face when I saw his face appear on my phone screen while the device buzzed in my hand. I accepted the call and brought the phone up to my ear.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, his deep voice laced with concern.

"Just that I'm bored," I breathed out while resting my cheek in my hand.

I could practically see Harry rolling his eyes as he said, "You could have just texted me that. I don't like talking on the phone unless it's urgent."

This made me straighten my posture. "Sorry, but on the bright side I'm home alone," I excitedly informed him, "and I was hoping you would come over..." I trailed off in a hum.

I heard Harry lowly chuckle on the other line, and my heart raced in anticipation of what he was going to say next. "And what exactly would we do if I came over, baby?" Harry inquired in a seductive tone.

"Uh," I tried to rack my brain for ideas, but I had a hard time thinking straight when the only thing I could focus on was the sound of his breathing and accented voice on the other line. I walked over to the living room closet and opened the door, seeing numerous board games displayed on the shelf. My eyes landed on the Scrabble box with a smile.

"We could play Scrabble," I suggested.

"Oh, I'm very good at scrabbling," Harry teased, making me laugh.

"So you'll come?" I asked for reassurance.

"For you, of course," Harry playfully remarked.

I felt my cheeks redden when I realized the double meaning behind his words. Before I could address his comment though, Harry ended the call by saying he'd be over in twenty minutes.

I glanced at the time on my phone and saw that it was a quarter to seven. Twenty minutes wasn't a lot of time for me to whip up some fancy meal for us, so I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the bag of Totino's pizza rolls from the freezer, poured some into a bowl, and set it inside microwave.

Drinks. What would Harry want to drink?

I pondered the thought as I opened the refrigerator door. All I saw was a carton of Tropicana orange juice, gallon of water, and milk. My father insisted he's trying to get back into shape by cutting out sugary drinks like Soda from his diet. He doesn't know that I know about his secret stash of Chips Ahoy cookies though. But I have to admit, I'm proud of him for at least buying the reduced fat version this time.

I decided two cups of water would have to suffice and started bringing the food and drinks up to my room. I made a total of two trips and managed not to spill any water or drop any of the pizza rolls. By the time I came back downstairs, I was being greeted with the sound of the doorbell ringing.

My eyes lit up in excitement once I spotted Harry's car in the driveway, and I opened the front door without a moment's hesitation. Harry's lean body was resting against the door frame, a charming grin making an appearance on his face as I pulled him inside by his shirt and engulfed him in a kiss. I felt Harry's smile widen against my mouth while he shut the door behind him and kissed me back with desire.

My thumbs stroked the undersides of his jaw, and I tilted my head at an angle that would allow me to deepen our kiss. Harry hummed in approval of my actions and gently squeezed my ass over the fabric of my dress. I took the lead this time and pushed my tongue past his lips. I felt Harry's moan reverberate from the back of his throat, and it made me press my lips against his harder.

Deep breaths expelled from both of our mouths once I pulled away, and he looked at me with dilated pupils and hooded eyes.

"I want to be greeted like that by you all the time," Harry stated as his eyes dropped down to my mouth before returning to my gaze.

"Hm...that can be arranged," I replied while stroking his jaw, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Everything is set up in my room. I just need to grab something from the closet, and I'll meet you upstairs," I assured him.

Harry nodded his head and grabbed my chin, touching his lips to mine once more in a delicate kiss before walking over to the staircase and ascending the steps to the second floor. When our eyes met near the top, he flashed me his pearly white teeth in a smile, and I blushed.

I walked over to the closet door that I left cracked open and grabbed the Scrabble box from the second shelf. Harry did say he was very good at scrabbling, so maybe we could turn this game into a fun competition. I thought to myself as I carried the box upstairs to my room.

When I opened my bedroom door, the game fell from my fingertips to the floor, and my jaw dropped open in shock; Harry's expression mirrored mine. I stood there drinking in the sight of Harry's half naked body, noting how his deep v-lines spilled into the waistband of his boxers and how his biceps flexed when he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sweet baby Jesus. W-why are you half naked?!" I half-questioned, half-yelled at him as soon as I found my voice.

"Well, why aren't you?!" Harry countered, gesturing to the clothes adorning my body.

"Because I thought we were going to play a game of scrabble!" I told him while pointing to the box that had fallen onto the floor.

Harry's eyes widened in realization, and I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me you wanted to play the game Scrabble when we talked over the phone," He deadpanned.

"Yes!" I nodded my head before covering my eyes with my hand. "Now can you please put your clothes back on?"

"Fück, this is fücking embarrassing," I heard Harry repeatedly curse as he pulled up his jeans and zipped up his fly.

I peaked through the crack between my fingers and watched him slip on his plain white t-shirt, noticing how the fabric loosely clung to his body. I breathed in relief when he was fully clothed again and dropped my hand from my eyes.

I honestly don't know how I managed not to tackle him to the ground when I first saw him standing there half naked, looking like some sort of Greek God. The lord knows I wanted to.

"Let's just pretend like that didn't happen and play some Scrabble, yeah?" Harry offered while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "Are those pizza rolls? Oh my god, I love Totino's pizza rolls!" He exclaimed while walking across the room to where my desk was located. Harry dipped his hand into the bowl, grabbed a handful of pizza rolls, and stuffed them into his mouth. "Mm, yum."

I shook my head at him with a smile, still stunned by his actions from before and bent down to pick up the Scrabble box from the floor. I walked over to my bed and lifted the cover off of the box, taking out all the materials we'd need. Harry was sucking tomato sauce off his fingers and making his way back toward my bed by the time I finished setting up.

"Are you sure you want to play me in Scrabble, love? I never lose," Harry warned me with a playful smirk as he plopped down beside me.

"You mean, until you went against me, you've never lost," I corrected him, smiling to myself.

Two dimples indented his cheeks while he shut his eyes and tilted his head back in a laugh. The sight made my smile widen, and I tossed the blue pouch of tiles onto his lap, causing him to open his eyes again.

"Draw your seven pieces," I ordered, sitting up straighter.

"Yes, ma'am." Harry bit his bottom lip as he reached his hand inside the pouch and grabbed seven tiles. He handed the pouch back to me, so I could do the same.

Half an hour into the game, the board was already covered in a variety of different words. I underestimated how good Harry would be at Scrabble but attributed much of his success to the fact that he was in AP English Literature.

"No need to be a sore loser, babe," Harry teased when I checked to see if the word kiln was in the dictionary. "It's a real word."

I read over its definition with a frown. "How did you think of that?" I asked while setting the dictionary down.

"I used to spend my summers helping out at the local bakery in Holmes Chapel before we moved to the states," He told me with a shrug. "I helped the owner operate the kiln once too."

I nodded my head and gave him the points for the word. For my turn, I added the letter E to spell Keg. I then divided the paper into two columns and added up our points separately on my notepad. I smiled when my calculations revealed that I had a five point lead over Harry in the end.

"I won," I bragged. "In your face."

Harry frowned and snatched the notepad from my hand. "Let me see that," He said while taking out his phone and adding our points on his calculator. I bit my lip to stifle my giggles as I waited for him to finish checking my work.

Harry huffed and tossed the notepad to the floor, setting his phone face down on the bed. That was all the confirmation I needed to let me know I did, in fact, win.

"Aw, don't be a sore loser Harry," I said while pinching his cheek. He swatted my hand away and crossed his arms in a pout.

I moved closer to him on the bed and rested my hands on his knees. Harry stubbornly refused to meet my gaze, and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my mouth.

"Lemme see those dimples," I told him before kissing his cheek.

Harry rolled his eyes, but I saw the corners of his mouth lift to form a small smile, revealing his dimples when I pressed another tender kiss to his jaw. I placed my thumb on his chin and turned his head, so he could look me in the eyes. The green I had grown so accustomed to seeing was nowhere to be found. Instead all I saw was blue.

"How are your eyes blue right now?" I asked while gazing at them curiously.

A cocky smirk spread across his face--probably because of my staring, and he ran his tongue along his lips. "They change colors sometimes," Harry admitted, his blue eyes zeroing in on my lips.

He shifted his weight on his arms and leaned back slightly, giving me the opportunity to straddle his waist. I ran my thumb along his bottom lip the same way his tongue did a moment ago before wrapping my arms around his neck. Our foreheads rested against each other's, and I threaded my hands through his hair when he swooped in and pressed his lips to mine.

My knees squeezed his sides, and I rocked my hips into his, kissing him back with more force. Harry groaned into my mouth and lifted one of his hands off the bed, wrapping it around my waist. I gently tugged the back of his head and trailed my lips down the side of his neck. Harry inhaled sharply through his nose when I wet the spot connecting his jaw to his neck with my tongue and sucked on the skin.

I smirked when I saw the purple mark appear, reminding me of the hickey he gave me on Halloween.

"You have no idea how fücking sexy you are," The curly haired boy said right before he flipped us over, trapping my body underneath his.

He brought his lips back down to mine roughly and placed both of his arms on either side of my head. I wrapped a leg around his waist and guided my hips to his.

"Fück," Harry cursed against my mouth before sprinkling kisses down my neck.

I watched my chest rise and fall as he kissed my collarbones and gently nibbled on my neck. "Harry," I moaned, fisting a handful of his curls.

"My name sounds so good coming from your mouth," He cooed against my skin, making my cheeks flush. "I wanna hear you screaming it one of these days."

My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his hand rubbing the inside of my bare thigh. His touch caused my skin to heat up, but I grabbed his hand before it could hike any higher up my dress. I didn't want him touching me there since I hadn't shaved.

"I'm sorry. Did I take it too far?" Harry asked, worry clouding his blue eyes.

I shook my head. "No, no. You're fine–so fine. It's just that, my dad will be home soon, and I don't want to start anything we won't be able to finish," I gave him an apologetic smile.

I couldn't tell Harry I didn't want him to touch me because I haven't shaved. That would be too embarrassing.

"Oh, okay," He sighed in relief, "I thought I made you uncomfortable or something."

I lightly kissed his nose. "Trust me, I would tell you if you did," I assured him.

"Good." Harry cupped my cheeks in his hands and slowly kissed my lips, savoring the moment. We pulled away a few seconds later, hearing that clicking sound as a result. "I should probably get going. I told my mum I was going for a drive to clear my head, but that was nearly an hour ago."

I nodded my head in understanding and watched him get off the bed. Harry wandered over to my desk and chugged the glass of water down his throat before setting the empty glass on the table. Then he took another handful of pizza rolls and ate them one by one.

"Snack for the road," He winked at me.

I laughed off his comment as I sat up and focused my attention on putting away the tiles from Scrabble. "Goodbye Harry. See you on Saturday," I called out to him, assuming he already left.

When I looked up, I saw he was standing in the doorway, already looking back at me with a dazed smile plastered over his face. "Bye Florence."

Author's Note:

Hey everyone. I hope you enjoyed your weekend and this super long chapter. As usual, feel free to vote, comment, share this story with a friend, or follow me. I would greatly appreciate it.

I've decided that I like the ship name Horence better than Flarry, so that's what Harry's and Florence's ship name will be until I read some of your suggestions.

Question for my readers: Which chapter of Behind Closed Doors is your favorite so far and why?

Mine is one I haven't published yet, but it's my favorite because I think the way it ends is super cute.

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Kaylandia