TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 17 //

Delilah Allen

I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach, I don't know why I was so nervous to talk to Harry all of a sudden. Last night I was feeling so confident and ready, but now, honestly, I feel like throwing up.

I've been up for a few hours now, second-guessing every single thing I planned on telling him. I don't even know what I was thinking, like he would ever listen to me.

I am very relieved, after searching the whole house, to find that Harry isn't here. He must have not come home last night, because it's way too early for someone with a hangover to be up.

Since Matteo has the weekend off, I'm left to make breakfast for myself today. I decide that the premix pancakes are my best option. I cut up some fresh strawberries and whip some cream to top it with. I know this isn't the most healthy way to start my day, but I don't really care right now, and besides, I can just go on a run later.

I'm flipping around pancakes when I hear the elevator, just like that my nausea returns. I wish had gotten dressed because now I'm only wearing my pj's, and knowing Harry, he'll have something to say. I pause what I'm doing, anxiously waiting to see him walk into the kitchen, but he never does.

Thank you, God.

I turn around and I throw more batter onto the pan. I hum the lyrics of a song, swaying my body a little. I want to have a bite of a pancake, but I need some syrup first.

I turn around to get it from one of the cabinets, but when I lock eyes with him, I jump back in startle. "Oh my-..." I place my hands on my chest and I start breathing loudly. "...You scared me."

"Yeah, that was the plan," He smirks. "You're making breakfast?"

"Pancakes," I say, still recovering from my almost-heart attack. He shrugs and leans back on the island. He grabs a strawberry from the plate and bites into it.

"Um Harry, could I talk to you about something?" All of my confidence of last night is down the drain and I feel like he is just going to start laughing at me.

"I'm all yours, Peach." He shrugs and leans back on the counter behind him.

"I would really appreciate it if you could stay away from me, like forever," I try to sound as confident and firm as I possibly can, but my voice cracks a little at the end of the sentence.

When the words leave my mouth the smirk on his face just grows bigger, and I wish the earth could just swallow me right here, right now. I wish I never said that.

"You want me to stay away from you?" He pouts, slowly walking towards me.

"Yeah..." Is all I can say. I start moving back too until I feel my back touching the counter behind me. He is still walking towards me until he is only inches away from my body. My heart feels like it is beating through my chest, so loudly that I am scared he might hear it. I don't want him to know how intimidated I am by him, but I think he can see it in my eyes.

He places his hands on the counter behind me, on either side of my hips. I look down at his hands, and then back at him. He is towering over me. I meet his bright emerald eyes. I quickly dart my head to the side, not being able to look at him.

I feel his warm hand on my jaw, he moves my face back forward, but I move my gaze to behind his head. He leans into my neck. He is so close to me now, that every time my chest rises, it touches his. My breathing is so rapid. I flutter my eyes shut when I feel his hot breath against my skin. "I doubt that's really what you want." His voice is so raspy and yet quiet at the same time.

Suddenly the heat in my neck is gone and when I open my eyes, his face is now in front of mine again. I watch his mouth as he slowly licks his bottom lip. I swallow when he does this. He reaches his hand to something behind my back. His expression changes a little, it's softer and a little less intimitating.

He slowly brings his hand back up and holds it in front of my face. On his index finger, there is a dollop of whipped cream. I look at his finger and then back at him. "Open up." He says lowering his finger down to my mouth.

I just blankly stare at him for a few seconds before slowly opening my mouth. He smirks when I do this and then he places his finger in my mouth. I wrap my lips around his finger, and I move my tongue around getting everything off him. He slowly pulls his finger out of my mouth, our eyes never leaving each other. I feel the corner of my mouth lifting a little.

He reaches behind me again, grabbing more cream, only this time, he doesn't place it in my mouth, he rubs it down my neck and onto my collarbone. "Oops, I better get that." He beams and lowers his head. When I feel his tongue against my skin, I let out a quiet gasp. He trails his mouth up from my collarbone to my jaw, licking the cream. He stops at my neck and he starts kissing the skin.

I firmly grab the counter behind me, to stabilize myself when he starts biting down on the skin. He must notice this because he moves his hands down to my ass and then he lifts me, so I am now sitting on the counter. His kisses are rough now, moving from my neck to my jaw. He also starts sucking harder on some spots, making me moan lightly.

I interrupt him when I turn my head around. I look down at the bowl of cream and I use two fingers to scoop up some. I look back at him, his eyes wild and his lips swollen, but he still looks composed, of course he does. His breathing is fast too, though. I put my other hand around his neck and I pull him closer. He opens his mouth and I place my fingers inside. I quickly remove them and pull him even closer, smashing our lips together.

He tastes sweet, of strawberries and the remaining cream still in his mouth. All my nerves are electrified when he takes control over the kiss. Having him this close makes me feel intoxicated. It's a type of high I've never experienced before. It's a feeling that I never knew was possible to experience.

Never in the 2 years, I was with Tyler, I felt like this. Not with any other guy I've ever kissed I've felt like this.

How can someone who makes me feel so bad, also make me this so good? How can Harry, who I hate so much make me feel like this?

He bites down on my bottom lip and pulls his lips away from mine. Immediately I feel starved for his lips. He stands tall in front of me, looking at me with hunger. I lean forward and grab the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging at it. He looks down and lets out a small laugh.

"But then again, that's just my opinion, so if you want me to stay away I will gladly."

My mouth falls open from his words, and I stare at him in disbelief as he straightens out his shirt and runs his hand through his hair.

"Thanks for breakfast." He innocently smiles at me and then grabs the pile of fresh pancakes and walks out of the kitchen.

I throw my head into my hands. Holy shit.

What the fuck just happened?

I need to go take a cold shower right now.

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Harryyyyyy u mf :)