Darling [h.s]

18

Song For This Chapter:

Trust-Jonas Brothers

"I don't trust myself when I'm around you

Doing things I never do, acting like a damn fool"

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Darlene's POV:

"Okay?" Harry questions as if he's surprised by my response. His thumb drawing comforting circles on my hip.

I just know that I owe it to myself to at least see how this plays out. Harry and I seem to only be able to convey our emotions to each other in a non explosive way when we're sleeping together. Clearly it isn't a healthy habit for either of us.

He stares at me softly waiting for a response or more so a confirmation.

"Yes" I whisper looking back at him

With that Harry's lips are on mine, but the kiss wasn't like any of the ones we've had before. This one was soft, desperate in a different way than usual. It sent butterflies to my stomach and made my heart clench in my chest.

My hand moves into his hair and I deepen the kiss, I'm surrounded by the smell of his cologne. It's something I didn't realize I'm addicted to as well. It's intoxicating in the best ways possible. I can't stop the intruding thought that I'm going to miss it.

There's a sliver of hope, one that I'm grasping onto for dear life right now. I wish I was able to just forgive him easily. I wish a 'sorry' was enough, but whenever I see him I'm filled with the hurt and anger that he caused me. I can't just make that disappear, I wish I could.

I wish he could.

I hope he can.

One of Harry's hands travels to my cheek, his thumb comfortingly stroking occasionally. Our lips tangling together, the hurt and desperation being channeled through our lips.

When he does things like this, it just reminds me how badly this is going to hurt in the end.

He says he's sorry. He says he didn't mean it. He says I wasn't just another conquest for him. But he also has a long track record of one night stands.

The stories that go around about him aren't exactly positive. So how can he expect me to just believe everything he says? Believe he's sorry. Believe he didn't mean it. Believe I wasn't just another conquest.

I'm just being cautious and protecting myself, cause god knows there's no one else who will do it but me.

I feel like I'm dancing with the devil, and I'm scared I'm not going to be fond of the outcome.

Harrys hands begins to wander my skin, gently exploring as his lips move against mine passionately. The feeling is addicting, not just his lips but the way he's kissing me.

Both of us are already struggling for air but too addicted to the feeling to each others lips to care.

I reposition myself so my legs are on either side of his hips, allowing me to deepen the kiss. My lips are conveying how hurt I really am while his lips seem to desperately try and change that, to fix it.

Harry's wandering hands slowly run down my chest and down my stomach sending chills throughout my body at his gentle touch.

His hand trails to between my legs, causing my breathing to pick up in anticipation.