Notes

Maya

Ronnie was sleeping early today because he told me that he had a long day in school. It was understandable so I let him sleep pretty early today, even though I had bored myself to death from having nothing to do. Harry was at work and I was home already, done with cooking, my paperwork, even cleaned the house multiple times to keep myself busy and helped Ronnie with his maths homework. Right now, I just sat on the bed in a loose soft pink camisole and a pair of white pajama shorts with a pillow against my stomach as I scrolled through the pictures on my phone. As a birthday gift, Rick gave me an iPhone 6 and to be honest, I did not know how to handle it. It was twice the size of my hand and I could barely hold it without using two hands. Nevertheless, it was a gift and I should be thankful. I had the phone on the bed in front of me as I scrolled through the photos. Various photos of Ronnie from Christmas holidays with his grandparents came up. Pictures of Ronnie on New Year's Eve and just mostly Ronnie. It was not until February that I had pictures of Harry. Some pictures of Ronnie with Harry, some of me with Harry and just some simple ones of just Harry, being... himself. One picture caught my eyes though and it was a picture I shot of him just out of pure boredom. He was shirtless in the photo, just came out of the pool with a pair of black swimming trunks. His hair was tied in a bun and he had his dark shades on. I remembered just lying on the hammock waiting for him while going through my phone to experiment with it. It was everything from how beautiful his body was and just everything about the photo made my stomach flutter. How marvelously his tattoos seemed. I decided to text him just for inquiry. *❤️❤️ Howe long till yuo aree homew? ❤️❤️ I am kidn of borwd :( :( ❤️ Loce you so nuch❤️ :) ❤️ :) ❤️* I realized that I forgot to double check before hitting 'send' and immediately, I checked my message again. How do you even type on an iPhone without messing everything up? *Sorrt Herru :( :( ✨✨✨ I do nit knwo howto typw on an ipHOne veru goodd :'( :( ❤️❤️ By teh way I found out howw to use smileys todya on iphobe and they aree so cuutee!!!! ❤️❤️✨ :) ❤️ :) *I hit send after the apology and sighed to myself at the various spelling errors because my fingers typed too fast. I could only pray that Harry was smart enough to get the message because I really did not want to type another apology. I continued to look at the photo and decided whether I should entertain myself. Harry would probably come home later and I could just... keep myself busy. I shakily placed the phone on the bed before leaning my back against the headboard. Since I was at home, I did not bother to wear bras and panties. I decided to pull down my comfy grey shorts and gulped at the sudden action. I had done this before in front of Harry once. Maybe I should see if I remembered anything from four years ago. My eyes casted down on the phone screen as I used one finger to rub my clit and the foreign feeling made me gasp out loud. I had to remember the fact that I had neighbors and Ronnie, so I decided to bite onto my lip to restrain any moans from escaping. I quickened that action, now rubbing myself faster and trying to open myself up with two fingers. "Oh, y...yes" I breathed out and decided to push one finger in, slowly. I took in a sharp breath from just how tight I was and tried to push in deeper to hit my sweet spots. But of course, my fingers were not long enough. It was not the same as Harry's long, slim and cold fingers. I wanted those, not my unskilled and small one. I decided to add another finger and my whimpers were heard. My eyes screwed shut as I pushed both of my fingers inside, pumping in and out and trying to find any spots. My legs shook and I tilted my head back as Harry's name repeatedly fell through my lips. I bit my bottom lip a little more, thankfully not drawing blood, and held back my whimpers. When will he arrive? I wanted him in the rawest way possible. Just feel him and breath him in. I felt my cheeks turn into deep pink as I pumped in and out rather harder as my phone remained forgotten on the bed. All I could do is imagine Harry touching me and making me reach my high. Goosebumps covered my exposed legs and thighs and I watched my toes curl in pleasure. Yet, the pleasure was not enough and definitely not the same.