What's your Poison? - h.s

37.

All the things I did, just so I could call you mine. All the things you did, well I hope I was your favourite crime.

I thought it would take a lot for me to ever trust someone ever again. It took a lot for me to trust Sam, and he broke that trust in the worst way possible. Not to mention he had been lying since the moment we met about who he truly was. I'm sure if he told me that he was an international illegal drug dealer then I would have seen the red flags straight away and never have gotten my heart broken by him. I didn't think it could get worse than him cheating on me, but someone pretending to be someone they're not is the icing on the cake.

Niall was always quite protective over me and boys. That's why I never had a boyfriend in high school. I was just friends with all of the guys. Even if Niall wasn't protective, it would have been hard for any guy to compare to him. He was the most important person in my life, and no one could have gotten in between that.

Harry has been a surprise to me. He came into my life when I least expected it and when I thought I didn't need anyone. But little did I know, I was screaming out for someone like him in my life. Whilst he's in the same area of business that Sam is, there's something different about him. I can tell he doesn't want to do it. But he's in too deep now. It's a family thing. There's this caring, protective side to him but he also respects my need to feel free and in control. He reminds me of Niall.

I didn't want to fall for him, I just wanted this to be a little bit of fun. But like usual, I fall right into the deep end and I can't stop myself drowning before it's too late. I'm just hoping I can survive this one.

We managed to leave last night without having to go back into the party. Harry turned his phone off after getting one call from James, and I turned mine off after getting one from Sam. I still don't know what happened after I left the room, but I was only gone for 20 minutes. I'd never seen Harry the way I did when he came out, the anger in his eyes and the tension running through his whole body. I had to get him out of there before he did something that he regretted, which is probably the same reason he left that room.

We got straight into bed when we got to the apartment. Well, after kissing in the taxi the whole way there, then in the lift and all the way up to bed, undressing one another on the way. I felt criminal leaving the dress just laying on the ground, but in the moment I didn't care. Neither did he has he threw his Tom Ford jacket with it. Harry's touch felt rough whilst his kisses were fast and desperate. I didn't mind. I knew our time on the roof really helped him release some stress and anger, but it was very clearly still inside of him. This was just another stress reliever. He wasted no time getting both of us naked and onto his bed, with me straddling his lap as he sat up against the headboard. He tried to flip us over multiple times so he could take the lead, but I didn't let him.

Instead I sat on his lap and rode him with full control. His hand tight on my hips as I moved up and down, his lips sloppily kissing my neck in between moans. It felt good to be making him feel like this, to do all the work this time. For a few moments, Harry had completely forgotten about James and Sam, that's all I wanted. I took it slowly so that it lasted longer, taking one another in.

My favourite part was then falling asleep wrapped in his arms, still completely naked with our skin sticking to one another from the thin layer of sweat on it.

I wake up to the sun shining ever so slightly through the sheer curtains over the windows, giving the room a golden shine. But I'm alone. Harry's arms aren't wrapped around me and he isn't snuggled into my neck anymore. I sit up to look around the empty room, feeling that guilt come back as I look at my dress on the floor.

I get up and grab Harry's white shirt off from the floor and put it on, as it covers me all the way down to my mid thigh. As I float down the stairs I notice Harry sat on the sofa, his head in his hands with his messy bed hair still. I sneak up behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders from behind him, leaning over the back of the sofa and kissing his neck multiple times. He sighs as I kiss him, but not the type when I usually kiss him. As I look up, I notice a brown colour liquid in a glass on top of the coffee table in front of him. It's rum.