Control

Chapter 4: Butterflies

She stared at him, letting his words wash over her and sink in. She couldn't deny the pinch of nervous excitement that balled up in her stomach whenever he looked at her like that, but she wasn't sure she was ready to fully commit herself to someone like Harry Styles. Before she could respond, the door once again opened to reveal Zayn and his submissive Dahlia. Leya started slightly, making Harry ache down to his bones to reach out and wrap a protective arm around her. He sighed inwardly when he saw her try and straighten up to meet Zayn's gaze, doing it on purpose just to annoy him. She had a lot to learn. Just the thought of teaching her had Harry biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face blank. This girl was already doing things to him, and they'd just met.

"Have we made a decision?" Zayn inquired.

"Yes."

"No."

Zayn fought to keep the smile off his face as the pair in front of him stared at each other.

"Well, one of you seems ready to give this a try. Leya, why are you holding back?" he questioned, genuinely curious. She really did fascinate him, even though her lack of manners make his blood boil.

"Th-This is a lot to process, okay? I-I'm just not sure if I'm ready for . . . this kind of relationship right now," Leya stumbled, making Zayn smirk internally. Not a submissive his ass.

"Well, you can always decide to try it for now, and decide later whether or not you want to continue. I think that would only be fair—to give Harry here and this life a chance before you denounce it forever," Zayn offered, raising his brows and holding out his hands. The room was filled with a few seconds of tense silence as Leya deliberated. She felt like the whole room could hear her heart thumping in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears.

"Okay," she relented finally, more than anything to get those two to stop staring at her. Another part of it was curiosity. She wanted to know if the test really worked, if she and Harry were as compatible as it said they were. Plus, she wanted to finally know what convinced half of the population to essentially give up their lives to another human being.

"Wonderful, I'm glad to hear it. I wish you two the best of luck!" With that, he pulled out both of their files from the briefcase he carried, before handing them to the opposite person. Then he left them once again, this time for good. Leya's heart thumped painfully as she waited for Harry's response, unable to keep the heat from her cheeks. Her whole body felt inflamed.

"I can't wait to get to know you, darling," Harry whispered, his mouth suddenly inches away from Leya's ear. She inhaled sharply at the sensation it sent down her spine. She tried to shrug it off, to step away and put some much needed distance between them, but Harry's arms were suddenly encircling her waist, his chest pressed flush against her back. She swallowed thickly, trying to control her voice.

"H-Harry, what are you doing?" she asked carefully, trying her hardest not to give in and sag against him. Even through her clothes she could feel the well-defined muscles Harry possessed, the warmth he radiated like a miniature sun.

"I just wanted to know what you felt like against me," he spoke lowly, almost whispering, "You're heavenly, darling."

He inhaled deeply, before releasing Leya. She spun around, face flushed, trying to mask her arousal with anger.

"You—" Leya broke off when she saw the clock hanging on the wall just behind Harry's head, face paling slightly. 3:30. Her aunt would be waiting, probably worried out of her mind. It was a miricle she hadn't already stormed the building. "Shit, I have to go," she rushed, attempting to hurry out of the room. Two large hands stopped her, making her scowl as she was wrenched around.