THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.

Sitting in the passenger seat of car with my head leaning against the window, I think about what kind of party it will be and how many people will be there. Judging from how rich Harry is, I bet his friends are rich people too and rich people throw big parties, at least that's what I've learned from all the novels I have read in my life. The thought of Josh being there crosses my mind for the very first time ever since we've climbed into the car and my body immediately tenses. Of course he will be there, he's Harry step brother. A shiver runs through me as every thing he's done to me run in my head like a broken record, over and over again and I have no way to make those horrific memories to go away.

A sudden cry escapes my lips when I feel a warm hand on my knee, squeezing it. Harry looks over at me with a frown before he steps on the break, causing the car to come to halt with a jerk.

"Are you okay?" He questions, grabbing my jaw and making my head to turn his direction, concerned eyes running all over my face to find out what's wrong.

Tears start leaking out of my eyes even though I try to control my emotions. No, I'm not okay.

Harry's eyes become wide as he watches me, before he parts his lips to speak.

"Baby?" It's the only word that escapes his lips as he watches me with horror and pain written all over his face and I feel like crying even more.

What on fucking earth has this boy done to suffer from this shit? Why the fuck did God decided to ruin his life and then made me part of it? Why?

"Talk to me." Harry suddenly snaps, bringing my attention back him and I see that his eyes are glassy, like he's about to cry.

"Do you..do not want to be with me anymore? Is that what it is?" His voice is pained as he speaks, breaking at the end as he sniffs and it breaks my heart, seeing this boy in front of me looking so vulnerable and hurt.

As I stare into his teary eyes,I know what is his crime, I know why he's suffering from all this shit, it's because he loved, loved someone unconditionally, with all his heart and soul. We're both the passengers of the same boat, suffering every thing just because we loved someone.

I don't know what over comes me at the moment but I find myself grabbing his jaw and pressing my lips against his. Harry inhale sharply at my sudden move but it takes him no time to respond, moving his lips fervently against my own while his hands cup my neck, keeping me in place as he kiss me, desperation clear in his movements. We're both breathing heavily when Harry pulls away, my eyes flutter open to find him staring at me and without waiting for another second, he dives in again, pressing his soft, plump lips to mine, tongue darting out to run over my bottom lip and a shudder passes through me as I part my lips, letting his tongue slide into my mouth and caress my own.

A knock on the window causes me to jump in surprise and I immediately try to move away from Harry but his hands on my neck prevent me to do so as his lips moving towards my jaw, pressing light kisses on my skin. There is another knock, this time louder than the first one and It causes Harry to groan as he press another kiss before moving away and sliding down the window. I quickly readjust myself in my place, leaning my head against the window and looking outside.

"What?" Harry suddenly snap and I flinch at his loud tone.

"What? I should be the asking you that." The accent and voice of the other person makes it very obvious that it's Zayn. "What on motherfucking earth is wrong with you, stopping the car in the middle of the road! Want to go to jail or what?" Zayn's voice is louder than Harry's even, he sounds angry and frustrated.

"It's none of your God damn business, we were about to move anyway." Harry growls as he starts the car.

I hear Zayn snort loudly at Harry's response and look over at him from the corner of my eye. He's got a smirk on his face and his eye brows are raised as he stares at Harry and then at me.