"I don't think you're capable of being gentle," Brooklyn said a while later. Harry rolled his eyes and twirled a piece of Brooklyn's hair around his finger.
"I am gentle," Harry said and Brooklyn looked up at him, arching an eyebrow.
"The hell you are," Brooklyn said.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "You like it, so stop complaining," he said.
"This," Brooklyn said and gently kissed Harry, "is gentle." Her hand lightly brushed over his penis. "What you just did, wasn't."
"Gentle is boring," Harry whispered and kissed Brooklyn, dragging her bottom lip through his teeth. "It's no fun."
"Have you ever tried it?"
"No," Harry shrugged. "And I don't intend too."
"You could've hurt me," Brooklyn said.
"I wouldn't have."
"You could've."
"I would never, babe," Harry said surely. He placed his finger under Brooklyn's chin and titled her head up. "I would never hurt you, Brooklyn. Ever."
Brooklyn frowned slightly. "Fine," she mumbled. "I need the toilet." She sat up in Harry's bed and pushed the bed sheets away from her.
"You'll have to use the communal one, mine's broken," Harry said and reached over and grabbed one of his zip up jumpers and passed it to Brooklyn. "Put that on."
"Where?" Brooklyn asked as she pulled on his black jumper and did the zip up. The jumper hung off her shoulder, but went down to her knees.
"Down the hall, up the stairs and at the end of that hallway," Harry said and Brooklyn looked round for her underwear, but it had been thrown and lost somewhere in the room.
"Right," Brooklyn said and prayed that the risk of going commando would be okay.
"Dyou want me to show you?"
Brooklyn looked over to Harry. He seemed so relaxed, lying back on the bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He ran his fingers through his messy blond hair and then rested his hand on his stomach.
His very well defined stomach.
"I'm sure I'll find it," Brooklyn said and walked to the door.
"If not then just speak," Harry said. "I'll hear you."
"Please don't remind me about you being a werewolf," Brooklyn groaned and walked out. "Oh gosh, I just fucked a guy who turns into a dog," she grumbled under her breath.
"I can hear you!" Harry shouted as Brooklyn walked down the hallway.
Brooklyn made it to the end of the hallway and walked up the stairs. The house was empty, she'd seen it busier. She was glad she didn't have to bump into many people dressed in just Harry's jumper.
She was walking down the next hallway when a girl walked out, dressed in a males tshirt, but it barely covered her bottom. Brooklyn looked at the girl and frowned slightly, not recognising her.
"Who are you?" The girl called, looking Brooklyn up and down. Brooklyn didn't want to judge, but when the girl narrowed her eyes at Brooklyn her kindness faded and Brooklyn judged this stranger.
Badly.
Streaky fake tan, nails like talons and as bright as blood, overdrawn eyeliner on a face caked with foundation and really bad fake eyelashes.
"I could ask the same question," Brooklyn said and stopped about a metre away from the girl. "I'm Brooke."
"Do you live here?" The girl asked, sticking her hip out and resting her hand.
"No, I'm just with my... my friend?" Brooklyn said, unsure on what to call Harry.
"Are you here with him?" The girl gasped. "You are, dressed in one of his jumpers! Listen here, I got here first. You snooze you lose. He's mine."
"I... what?" Brooklyn asked, raising her eyebrows in confusion. "I think you've got me confused."
"You're heading to his room, aren't you?" The girl accused. "I won't let you in there."
"I need a pee," Brooklyn said slowly and pointed behind the girl. "The toilet is that way."
"Don't lie to me you man stealing bit-"
"By any chance are you related to a girl called Stacy?" Brooklyn wondered.
"What? No-"
"Wow, you must just be similar kinds of girls," Brooklyn murmured.
"What are you saying?" The girl demanded.
"Who are you talking about?" Brooklyn asked. "Because I can promise you I'm not here for whoever you're here for. Who's room is that?"
"Who are you?" A new voice called and Brooklyn glanced over her shoulder and saw Kirstie walking down the hallway.
"Please don't mistake me again," Brooklyn said sheepishly and Kirstie laughed and shook her head.
"I know you now, Brooke," Kirstie chuckled. "You're too nice looking for the girls Greyson usually goes for. Her however..." Kirstie looked at the girl and raised her eyebrows. "Nah, she fits the profile. He usually goes for brunettes though."
"I'm dying my hair brown soon," the girl huffed.
"Wait.. is that Greyson's room?" Brooklyn asked and pointed to the door the girl had walked out.
"It is," Kirstie sighed.
"This suddenly makes so much more sense," Brooklyn nodded.
"Who are you?" The girl demanded, looking at Kirstie.
"Sister of the guy you're fucking," Kirstie said with a smile. "I told him to stop letting his fuck toys wander around. It's so dirty."
"What about her?" The girl accused and pointed to Brooklyn.
"Ew, no, she's basically his sister in law-"
"You what?" Brooklyn gasped and Kirstie smirked.
"Harry and Greyson are practically brothers," Kirstie shrugged.
"T-that's... no!" Brooklyn spluttered and Kirstie laughed.
"Jesus, did you get lost or something? I thought you were just getting a glass of water-" Greyson walked out of his room and paused when he saw Brooklyn and his sister. "Kirst, Brooklyn, what are you doing standing outside my room? That's really fucking creepy."
"All I'm trying to do is go for a wee!" Brooklyn groaned. "For some reason I can't walk around this house without people assuming I'm fucking you!"
"Harry would literally behead me if that ever happened, and he's the only person I wouldn't want to take my chances with," Greyson shrugged and looked at the girl. "You're not here to make friends with anyone else but my dick, okay?"
14
"That's disgusting," Brooklyn muttered.
"You can't talk," Greyson scoffed. "You and Harry have been very busy today, haven't you, Brooklyn?"
"That's a violation of privacy," Brooklyn said and narrowed her eyes.
Greyson smirked. "Can't help it I have great hearing, can I?"
"God, leave the poor girl alone," Kirstie said and put her arm round Brooklyn's shoulder. "By the sounds of it Harry's having to work hard to keep her, don't freaking scare her away."
"Harry has no problem keeping Brooklyn under control," Greyson shrugged.
"Excuse me?" Brooklyn said, raising an eyebrow at Greyson.
"All he has to do is touch you and you'll do anything for him."
"That's not true!"
"I think it is. Or it definitely will be soon," Greyson shrugged.
"You know damn well I can't control what he makes me feel!" Brooklyn snapped.
"I only speak the truth, you'd end up doing whatever he wants," Greyson said smugly.
"Stop being an ass, Grey," Kirstie said and smiled at Brooklyn. "I like you, Brooke, you don't sit back and take their shit. I can already tell it annoys them."
"What is going on?" Harry called and Brooklyn felt her skin tingle when he stood behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and she tensed when she felt sparks through the jumper.
The effect of his touch was getting stronger.
Harry looked at the girl. "Who the hell is this?"
"She's with me," Greyson said. "Brooklyn seems to love causing arguments, maybe it's not just you, Harry." Brooklyn wanted to hit the smirk off Greyson's face.
"Your girl is the one who started accusing me of having sex with you," Brooklyn argued and stepped away from Harry. The sparks and tingles faded. "God, you're such a dick!"
"I second that," Kirstie nodded.
"Sister, be a dear and fuck off," Greyson said sweetly just as Kirstie's phone rang. She swore under her breath and walked off.
"Lets go," Harry said into Brooklyn's ear and and took Brooklyn's hand but she quickly pulled away. She caught Greyson's eye and he smirked, looking at her hand.
"I was right," Greyson said and raised an eyebrow. "His touch effects you so much."
"Shut up," Brooklyn muttered.
Harry looked at Greyson. "What have you said?" Harry sighed.
"The truth," Greyson shrugged, "which Brooklyn doesn't seem to want to hear."
"How about this for the truth, I want to fuck you and not stand here with this bitch," the girl called and glared at Brooklyn.
Harry stepped forward and Brooklyn's eyes widened. She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back.
Greyson paused and looked from Harry and Brooklyn to the girl. "She is not a bitch, Dawn," Greyson said sternly. "Stubborn which makes it annoying, yes, but she is far from a bitch. Apologise to her."
"Forget it, I just need to find the freaking toilet!" Brooklyn said and walked past Greyson and Dawn. Harry nodded to Greyson before walking after Brooklyn.
"I need a fuck after all that," Greyson muttered and opened his door for Dawn. "Let's get back to where we were, shall we?"