These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 11

I stare at the man standing in front of my doorway. He's wearing a tight leather jacket that accentuates his muscled arms. His white shirt was see-through, allowing me to view more than I anticipated. His jeans were black and skin-tight, matching the clean pair of boots on his feet.

Looking closely, there was a faint amount of ink on his left hand just above his thumb. It was a cross tattoo.

My eyes shift up his body until it stops at his piercing green eyes. His hair was dark brown but curled by the ends as it was a big long. That face staring at me, studying me, held a force so strong, it was drawing me closer by the second. He was handsome, to say the least.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"I'm Deans' brother. He texted me." I detected a British accent by the way he talked which was weird since Dean didn't have one at all. Harry couldn't look at me in the eyes. Instead, he was scoping my body so intensely that I felt wildly uncomfortable.

I hear a faint sound of footsteps behind me and when I turn, I see Dean who's startled as his so-called brother stood in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asks aggressively.

"You texted me. Remember?" The older boy smirked as Dean grew furious by the second.

"Leave. Now!" screamed Dean.

"Dean, calm down," I whisper startled by his raging voice. His eyes wouldn't leave Harry's.

Harry peaked his head through the door, allowing the cold air to enter my home. I shiver as I leaned on the door.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? Sounds like a party." Harry seductively grins.

I didn't know what to say. Dean obviously didn't want him here but it was extremely awkward with the three of us standing there.

"Sure, come on in."

Deans glares at me in anger. I wasn't sure how to react.

It doesn't take Harry a second to get comfortable as he takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat hanger. He blows air from his mouth into his hands then quickly rubs them together for heat.

I just stood there observing the both of them, unsure of what to do. My head is still spinning from the previous shots I took.

"We were actually just playing a game until you showed up," I say to strike up a conversation.

"Really? What kind?" He asks.

"Kiss and Blow," said Cassie.

Cassie stared at Harry who's simply standing in the foyer. She walks up to him and greets him with a handshake and a harsh smile. I noticed her hands were shaking.

"I'm Cassie, and you must be?"

"Harry," he says returning a harsh smile back.

His tall figure makes its way to my living room where Erik, Chandler, and Bella were taking shots. The music was still blaring, vibrating the floor beneath us.

"Hey I'm Erik, this is Chandler," Erik says.

Harry didn't respond. He gave them a subtle look then moved his way to the kitchen. His eyes searched my entire house as if he was looking for something. I felt a little invaded of privacy.

"You have a lovely home...?," He questions unaware of my name.

"Thank you and my name is Alex," I mumbled.

"How about we play truth or dare." Harry's voice cleared the once loud room making it silent. We were shocked at how loud he was. He stood there by the kitchen island pouring himself a drink then swallows it down in one sitting.

"Sounds like fun," said Bella.

Dean and I were still standing by the doorway looking uncomfortable. I'm sure Dean had his own reasons, but I was too drunk to understand what was going on. I felt it best to stay quiet.

Harry, Bella, Erik, Chandler, and Cassie all sit down on the couches in my living room. I looked at Dean then looked back at the floor. He rolled his eyes and sat next to Cassie. I had no other option but to sit next to Harry.

As I sat down, Harry extended his arm behind my head, opening his body in my direction. He crossed his leg resting his left ankle on his right knee but at the same time, I could feel his body heat creeping on my back.

This position made me even more uncomfortable as his weight was so heavy, I sank closer to him the more he moved on the couch. I couldn't help but think he was doing that on purpose.

"Who wants to start?" Cassie asked.

No one said a word.

"How about the oldest person here goes first," Cassie says on purpose knowing she was the oldest person in the room. Well, besides Harry.

"Okay I'll go first, I dare..." Cassies twirls her hair around her finger, deciding who would be her victim.

"Erik," she says loudly.

"Okay, what's the dare?"

Cassie leans in the circle eyeing Bella then back at Erik. "I dare you to kiss Bella."

My vision was blurry, but when I looked up at Bella, her cheeks were flushed. Erik is scratching the back of his neck unsure of what to say.

"Uh-"

"You have to do it, or else you drink." Cassie passes Erik her cup but is soon distracted by a ding from her phone. She soon puts the phone down then whispers something into Chandler's ear.

I look over to see Harry on his phone who was rapidly texting someone. I couldn't see who it was so I leaned closer to get a peek.

"What are you doing?" Harry whispers in confusion. I didn't even realize how close I was to him until he said something. I shrug my head and take another gulp from my drink.

I wasn't sure why I kept drinking. I guess I just wanted to forget the night I thought would be memorable.

Cassie coughs. "Erik, kiss Bella." Erik looks at Bella who's looking at me worryingly.

"I-is it okay if I kiss you?" He asks.

It takes Bella a while to respond, but she finally nods her head. Erik leans into Bella's face then suddenly pressed his lips against her mouth. She opens it wider, inviting him in to explore the taste of her tongue. I looked away out of privacy but couldn't help myself and busted out in laughter.

"Woohoo fucking finally," Chandler screams and claps his huge hands.

Cassie and I joined in with Chandler and started laughing again. A smile rose on Dean's face, forgetting why he was mad in the first place. I'm happy to see him smile. The only person who didn't move an inch, or make a single sound, was Harry. What a buzzkill I thought.

"Okay, who's next," Cassie asks.

"It's Chandler's turn," I slur. I sounded way drunker out loud than I thought. Chandler gave me a smirk, then leaned very closely, whispering a dare that left me blank.

"I dare Alex to kiss Harry," he says.