Lethal Lust (Harry Styles x Reader)

confrontation :part II.

Get ready for some drama lol ✨flashback time ✨

                              7 DAYS EARLIER
                         (The night of the dance)
THE HOTEL ROOM

A thin layer of clouds masked the full moon, filling the room with a cold, blue light. Mist billowed through the trees and over the fields, hanging low in the air masking the town in a ghostly grey tone.
We were all very aware before attending the dance to prepare for some cloudy weather but no rain predicted the 45 miles per hour gusts of drizzly wind and torrential downpour.

I'm the type that's terrified of storms and honestly, I'm not too sure why. I logically understand why they are happening and videos of lightning or fireworks don't scare me. I think it's just the idea that we have no control over them, it reminds you about how we as humans are so dependent on nature.

When it happens I always feel a deep need to be protected because I have an overwhelming sense that something really terrible could happen, resulting in full-blown panic episodes over a little crackle of sound somewhere in the far off distance.

But right now I feel completely safe.

I rested on Harry's stripped chest as he toyed with my now disheveled curls. I felt his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. I used my fingers to sketch along with the design of his butterfly tattoo, his frame was a canvas and each tattoo was a masterpiece. Well, The "hi" on his upper left arm was questionable, but nevertheless, I still found it cool.

Harry's hand moved down from my cheekbones to my lips and all my thoughts stopped as if my heart took over from my head. Next he would squeeze and hug me tightly as if he needed to check I was really there with him, really there and really real and I was, body and soul. I hoped that no one else ever felt the same way I do about being in his arms, though I pity them if they did love this much and lost, because that's a pain that kills soft and slow.

"That was..." I began, trying to regain my breath. I felt as if an explosion had just happened within my brain, the good kind, the type that carries more possibilities than I had ever been conscious of. There were a hundred different kinds of emotions flowing through my body in that buzz of electricity that we had just shared.

Harry attempted to finish my sentence, "Amazing, breathtaking, Earth-shattering?" God, he can be so pretentious at times. But honestly, I would be too if I could do half of what he had just did for me. Okay...it was AMAZING, but I'm not going to tell him that, I'll look desperate!"Harry, did anyone tell you that you're really cocky?" He raised his eyebrow, not accepting my answer. I smiled, going a bit red. "It was nice" I softly spoke under my breath, unable to meet his eyes.

Harry comedically fell back on the bed, throwing a hand to his forehead pretending to be melodramatically dejected."Nice!" he retorted, "I get a "JUST nice?" He clasped at his heart and began to fake cry, "God Y/N you're breaking my heart!"

Laughing at his oscar award-winning performance, I playfully pushed at his side and rolled on top of him, "Shut up." I teased, staring at him, face to face. What was I doing being all dominant and crap? Like if you told me even a day ago I would be on top of Harry Styles being all flirtatious and all I would have told you to wise the hell up. He probably thinks my sexual naivety is cute and entertaining and that I'm not at all hot. Knowing him he's probably been with a million other girls and I'm probably going to stand out for the wrong reasons. At that moment my insecurity came back for another bite but just before I went to get off his body and give into it, he stopped me.