Syndrome // H.S.

14. I Wanted Your Heat So Bad

Harry's POV

Niall was next. 

He looked like he'd just won the lottery as he received his lap dance from Brittany, but that's not what I was able to focus on. Lilith was still laying on the bed, looking as if she were unable to get up. Louis had gotten on the mattress and laid next to her, both of them staring at the ceiling as they talked. They had smiles on their faces, and I could tell Lilith was pleasantly high.

My mind was replaying the events of a few minutes ago, over and over. I had this weird knot in my stomach watching her touch the other woman, but the worst part was watching her be touched. I wanted to be the only one putting my hands on her. I wanted to be the one making her eyes roll to the back of her head and flutter close; I wanted to be the one making that fucking moan escape her lips; and I wanted to be the one with my hand around her throat. 

God, the way she had kept her heavy-lidded eyes on me while she moved Brittany's hand to her neck... her moan... 

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. She means nothing to me but I'm jealous.

And insanely turned on. 

I had to sit down on the other bed and lean my arms on my knees in attempt to look casual as I hid my bulge. I couldn't keep my eyes off her even as she talked to Louis. I watched the way her lips moved and how her hands rested absentmindedly on her stomach. Every now and then I would catch her glance over and lock eyes with me, and then turn her attention back to their conversation.

As turned on as I was, I was also furious. She knew exactly what she was doing. Lilith is a brat, and I wanted to make her mine. It's not even that I just want to touch her. I want her. All of her.

That's fucking stupid. 

I met her only days ago, but I'd known from that moment that there was electricity in the air between us. It's not like it mattered anyways, our situation was too fucked up for anything to ever happen between us. I shouldn't want it to.

"Hello, Earth to Harry."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Weed?" It was Niall speaking, holding up the baggie of green plant.

I nodded dumbly and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at me, and the strippers had already left. As we all grabbed our jackets and walked out the door, I was grateful that my excitement had died down a bit in the midst of my soul searching. I found myself gravitating towards Lilith, wanting to walk with her. She was a bit ahead of me, walking next to Louis. I was going to kill him if he kept taking her attention away from me. I only barely noticed that we were all heading towards the back of the hotel.

Everything about her drew me in: her hair falling in waves down her back, the gentle curve of her waist, her legs... I thought back to how good it felt to have my hand on the back of her thigh. I wanted to put my hands every where on her. I needed to feel her again.

I caught up to Lilith and grabbed her by the hips, and she let out a gasp as I pulled her to walk with me at the back of our group. I felt the others eyeing us but I ignored them until they were well ahead. With my hands still on her hips and her back pulled against my chest, I slowly walked us along. "What are you doing?" she giggled, and I cherished the sound.

"That was quite a show you put on back there," I whispered low enough that the others wouldn't hear.

Lilith's breath faltered as she stopped laughing. Her voice was husky when she spoke. "It wasn't for you." With that, she pulled herself out of my arms and practically skipped to join the rest of the group.