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

Chapter 27

A loud noise woke me from my sleep that seemed to have come from the kitchen. I grabbed a robe from the floor and secured the straps before heading down the stairs.

"Hello?" I called out into the void, tip-toeing further into the dark until I heard something shatter. I yelped in fright and tripped on my ankle stumbling backward until a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, flipping me over.

I rested my hands on their chest, unable to see in the dark until the lights turned on. Harry quickly unraveled his hands from my body and took a step back, I noticed he was holding a bottle of whiskey as well.

"Oh shit, did I wake you?" He giggles under his breathe before taking another swing of his drink, chugging all that's left in the bottle in one go.

"What are you doing it's almost three in the morning?" Confused, I shake my head while crossing my arms. The tone of my voice sounded more like a concerned mother rather than usual anger because when I put aside my deep hatred for Harry, all I'm left with is pity for a lonely boy, drinking in the middle of the night.

"What does it look like I'm fucking doing?" Harry mocked me, rolling his eyes before opening his tin can and plopping two pills in his mouth.

"Are you serious right now? Why is it that every time I'm around you're always trying to get high am I that unbearable?" I tried snatching the tin can but Harry's fast reflex gave him the upper hand when he quickly tugged them into his pocket.

"It's n-not those kinds of drugs," he slurs, leaning closer into my face.

"Really? Then what are they?" I prepare myself to laugh at whatever pathetic, bullshit lie he's about to sell.

"Doesn't matter...not like you give a fuck anyway." As usual, Harry resorts to throwing a vague and insulting answer. How am I supposed to give a fuck whe he consistently treats me like shit? What has he done to earn any kind of kindness from me?

Harry drunkenly staggers on his feet but I catch him before he could fall, accidentally gripping the belt on his jeans. "Woah, not even gonna take me to dinner first?" He chuckles, gripping my arms as I tried to steady his balance before gently placing him on the couch.

"Let's sit you down," I sigh, combing his hair out of his sweaty face.

"Mmm, that feels good." Harry smiles while closing his eyes, hugging a throw pillow tightly into his chest as I continued to play with his hair. He pulls me onto the couch next to him and rests his head on my lap while wrapping his hands around my stomach. I was caught off guard by his actions, holding my fingers in the air unsure of where to place them until Harry grabbed one of my arms, digging my hands in his hair.  "I didn't say you can stop." His whine muffled as his lips were now pressed against the skin of my pelvic bone, dangerously close to another destination of my body while he interlocked his finger, tugging me even tighter.

He laid on his stomach across the couch with his feet dangling over the armrest as my legs wrapped around his waist. I positioned myself to lay a bit on my back so we could both get comfortable in this foreign position of Harry on top.

I racked my fingers through his hair, digging deep into his scalp before lightly twirling it around my finger, making his curls much more prominent than before. I repeated this process while caressing his cheek until I noticed Harry showcasing a set of dimples. He never ceases to remind me of how cute he can be. I couldn't help but boop his left dimple which only made his smile grow even wider. He covered his face with his hands in a playful manner before letting out a series of laughs. I found myself laughing too when I tried tugging his hands away from his face.

"Harry, are you shy?" I jokingly ask, gripping his wrists but he wouldn't budge.

"No." He slightly spread his fingers, gazing up at me through the small cracks.