TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 34 //

Delilah Allen

I jog up the stairs the fastest I can to get to Harry's floor. When I get up there he is walking into his suite. He lets go of the door behind him so it closes by itself, but I stick my hand inside before it closes.

Inside it looks exactly like Niall's only there is not one misplaced item in here. Harry is walking up the stairs, clearly unbothered by my presence. "Harry !" I yell trying to get him to stop.

After I ran up the staircase I follow him into what I guess is his room. "What are you doing?" I ask a little out of breath.

"I'm going to take a shower." He says, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Why did you leave?"

"Oh, I just wasn't really feeling the party anymore." His tone is sarcastic. He pulls down his pants so he's only in his underwear and then he walks into the bathroom and I hear the water start running.

"Okay, why not?"

"Maybe I just don't want to sit around the whole night and watch you kiss other guys, you know." He gives me a fake smile. "Is that all?" He asks and then he shuts the door, leaving me alone in his room.

So many thoughts are running through my mind right now. I have so many emotions; guilt, anger, irritation, sadness. And I'm not quite sure which one it was that influenced me to do what I do next.

I kick off my shoes and then I undo the zip at the back of my dress, letting it fall off my body, so I'm only in my underwear.

I place my hand on the doorknob and just clench it for a few seconds before I finally get enough courage to open it.

"What do you want?" I can see his silhouette through the blurred shower glass.

"Can I come in?" I ask in a low voice.

"What?" His hands that were previously rubbing through his hair stops.

"You heard me, can I come in?"

"O-okay."

I slowly walk up to the shower. I swallow before I open the door and step inside. He is standing tall above me, naked. I keep my eyes up, too scared to look.

Harry on the other hand can't take his eyes off me. His eyes idling on the still covered parts of my body. I push the now-wet hair out of my face.

"What are you doing?" He asks. Shit, he looks so hot right now, the shower still running above us. The hot water causing his skin to glisten.

"Why are you acting like this, it's not like you're a saint," I shout.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He furrows his brows.

"You literally slept with half a dozen girls just 2 weeks ago, and now you're getting mad at me for kissing a guy, in a game!"

"I thought you forgave me?"

"I did." I throw my hands up.

"Then why the fuck are you bringing it up again? That's not how forgiveness works."

"I know, I'm just angry."

"Why would you be angry?"

"Because I fucking hate fighting with you." I push him with both my hands on his chest, making him take a step back.

A devilish smirk forms on his face and the water coming from above makes a few strands of hair fall on his face, it looks so good.

He steps closer to me and then he brings his hand up, he then slowly wraps his fingers around my throat. His grip has pressure, but not too much.