Darling [h.s]

17

The Song For This Chapter:

Toxic- Britney Spears

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?"

Darlene's POV:

Harry slowly backs me up against the door his lips moving against mine urgently. We are both saying something through the kiss, though our messages are completely different.

There is anger between both of us, frustration fueling the fire. Though Harry also kisses me with a desperation I can only assume he's channeling through his desperation to get me to forgive him. It's as if we're speaking to each other without words.

His leg goes in between my own, trapping me against the door as my hands fist at his hair.

I wish I could say I don't feel relief from kissing him but I do, it truly is an addiction. One that I haven't indulged in for what feels like too long. Though I'm mad at myself for giving in, for relapsing, I can't find it within me to stop now.

One of Harry's hands that rest against my hip begins to travel down, stopping at the hem of my dress.

Our breathing has become labored now, both of us struggling for air but the desperation to have our lips together keeps us both from stopping.

Harry's hand begins slowly moving up my thigh, slipping underneath my dress. The anticipation causes me to tug at his hair on instinct causing a groan to leave his mouth.

My mind is so caught up in kissing him, I forget for a moment exactly what I planned to do. Just as Harry's hand is about to reach my heat I halt his movement by grabbing his wrist.

At this Harry pulls away from the kiss, and looks at me in confusion breathing heavily. What a sight for sore eyes he is, with his lips swollen from kissing mine.

"You're room" I state, trying to catch my breath.

Without responding Harry immediately grabs my wrist and leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. Everything I plan to do flashes through my mind, my anger fueling me and giving me the confidence I need.

Once in his room Harry immediately turns back around and his lips find mine again. The same urgency from earlier between us. Though this time I'm the one who begins walking Harry back towards his bed.

I'm obviously still angry at him, so fucking angry.

Before the back of his knees touch the bed I go to tug at the bottom of his shirt. He immediately understands and tugs his shirt off breaking the kiss. While he does that my hands begin unbuttoning his jeans. Once his shirt is discarded he helps me by tugging them down and discarding them on the floor as well.

He begins leaning in to find my lips again but instead I push on his chest until he's forced to sit on the bed. I immediately go to straddle him, he leans in once again but I pull back, avoiding his lips.

"What-" Harry says in confusion but also desperation as he stares at me, eyebrows furrowed.

But instead of answering I begin moving my hips against his which causes his breath to hitch. Harry moves forward, his lips attaching to my neck as I continue my movement. I moan softly when he begins sucking on the spot right below my ear.

I allow this to continue for a few more moments, basking in the feeling of his lips on me and how nicely the friction feels as I slowly grind my hips.