I felt my eyes flicker to the door way.
Harry didn't move a muscle- his eyes fixated on me, a smirk appearing on his plump lips.
"Oh for Pete's sake.." I heard Grimmy grumbled.
Haley, behind me, chuckled.
"Imma go put the kettle on." She chirped retreating to the kitchen- why would she just leave me?!
I made a break for it- my legs carrying me to the door quickly, my mind completely and stupidly forgetting the fact that this was HARRY we were talking about.
In approximately 2.5489 seconds flat, he had my arms pinned, my back to his chest. I puffed in frustration, tears stinging my eyes as he laughed.
"Louis?" He said cheerily.
He was on his phone- both of my hands pinned behind me with his free hand.
...Now that was slightly impressive.
"Get your ass over here to Grimshaw's." He snapped.
Was he always so rude to everyone?
"Don't question me-... I don't care if its 2:30am in the morning... Well you can ask Eleanor who pays for all of her Topshop and Mumbleberry bags... Louis shut the fuck up I don't actually care what it's called.... Fine, fine MULBERRY bags then..." He was getting more and more agitated as he talked to Louis, his voice raising.
Grimmy had whipped out his iPhone, bemusedly recording the conversation. Even in my anger, I had to roll my eyes.
"...You are coming over here to babysit..." Harry laughed, his tone mocking me. "...What do you mean 'Who?'... I mean the only child that I hang around with... Yes Hannah... Hurry up." Both of his hands had returned to my wrists, whipping me around to face him.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as he looked me up and down, his eyes darkening, his breathing labored beneath his shirt.
"Remind me Nick," He purred. "Where is that guest bedroom of yours?"
Grimmy choked a laugh. "Straight ahead, first door to your right."
I felt myself freeze with fear. "No-No.. No Nick, help me- No Harry don't, HALEY HELP- HAYLEY-" I started to panic as he carried me to the room, my nails clenching over his skin as he held me tight.
The room was dark, cold and bare.
"Hannah," Harry whispered, letting go of me. My back was turned away from him but I could tell he was still in front of the door.
I stiffly ignored him, trying to instead focus on my breathing- I cannot fucking pass out right now.
"I need you to do something for me." He said quietly, his long fingers prying his blazer off of my shoulders, slowly pulling the straps of my dress down- the fabric tickling my skin.
"No." I snapped.
He chuckled, his front brushing my back as he kissed the skin where my straps came down. "But you don't even know what I'm going to ask."
"I don't give a fuck what it is- I'm not doing it."
His lips move from my shoulder, to the crook of my neck- slowly traveling upwards until he reached the lobe of my ear.
"Kiss me back." He purred, his voice smooth and rich, enticing me almost.
I clenched my thighs tighter, trying to pry myself away from him.
But he stepped back, removing himself from me.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
However he took my arms and spun my around to face him, leaving me there unable to do anything else but watch his face. He slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, his eyes never leaving mine- the green speckles flickering dangerously.
Slowly but sharply, his nimble hands tugged on the zipper of my dress, the fabric peeling from me like a second skin.
The air hit me like ice, but not as much as the anger inside of me.
I grabbed his curls, yanking his head down towards mine, smashing our lips forcefully together; the air around us crackling with electricity. I felt him stiffen with surprise, before he quickly recovered- his hands guiding us backwards towards the bed. Swiftly, he yanked me so that I was underneath him, the power returning to him as he broke the kiss, both of us now on the bed. He hummed as he slowly made his way down my uncovered torso, planting sharp kisses on the bare flesh.
My eyes drifted shut, the energy pulsing through my body as he slowly swirled his tongue around my navel, catching my hips as they bucked. I couldn't stop my hands from grasping the sheets beside me, my breathing erratic.
"Look at me." He murmured quietly, his lips brushing my thighs quickly.
I pried them open revealing a shirtless Harry, his head between my thighs, kissing slowly, torturously.
He shifted though, so that his mouth was back on mine.
I felt like I was on a rollercoaster goings backwards whilst translating Twilight into several languages- blindfolded.
And that's when the door bursted open, a figure dashing towards Harry and I- ready to pounce.
"LOOKS LIKE HANNAH IS GETTING THE BANANNA!" Louis shouted, jumping on Harry, squashing me in the process.
"WHAT THE FUCK LOU-" Harry shouted, grabbing a blanket off the floor to cover my underwear clad body.
I blushed and then paled- What in the actual fuck was I DOING?!
Harry shoved Louis off of the bed, causing him to fall to the floor with a loud thud. He just laughed it off, causing Harry's face to darken considerably.
"Do you think this is FUNNY?!" He seethed between his clamped teeth, the veins on his jaw protruding.
"Yes." Louis barked. "Buttttttt you did tell me the rules and the rules stated-"
"I know what they said Louis, I made them." He snapped, grabbing his shirt off of the floor.
Rules?
Which rules?
"Get out." He snapped, holding the door open for Louis.
Louis jumped up from the floor, shaking his hair out of his face.
"But you said I needed to babysit her-"
"AFTER- Now, out." He growled.
Someone give this boy a fucking medal.
He strolled out lazily, giving me a wink and a wave.
I think I am going to write him a thankyou card.
Harry turned to me; slowly button his shirt up, his eyes watching me.
"This isn't over." He stated.
"Well it won't be happening again so I guess it is." I snapped, drawing the blanket tighter to my body.
His mouth formed a smirk as he stood watching me.
"I'm not sure what I want more- to fuck you or to marry you."
I stared at him, my face dead panning. "Well aren't you quite the combo- romantic and dirty."
"And lucky you- getting them both for free." He winked, walking out the door without a second glance.
"What an arrogant prick." I muttered.
"I heard that." Louis said from the doorframe, a grin threatening to burst on his face.
I stared at him.
"And so did he." He laughed, closing the door behind him as he entered the bedroom.
