blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XIII. I Know That It's Complicated, but I'm A Loser In Love Baby

~ Harry  ~

I sauntered into my apartment with an ample smile, my cheeks hurting from the sheer force of it. Only in the sanctity of being alone in my apartment allowed me to finally break from my casual impression.

I bounded towards the couch nearest to me. My legs carried me only past the first banister before I toppled over the back of the couch and into its cushion. Finally, the smallest of screams muffled through the fabric as I unleashed what I held back just moments earlier.

I was overwhelmed by the events of today. First, Ariana being angry at me, then her confession of love to me, and finally the kissing. God, the kissing. Even now her taste lingered on my lips as I licked them in desire to quench my lust.

After my hysterical episode, I sat up again and felt the sudden rush of air against the sweat that I ensued in my long locks. Using a hair tie, I tied my hair back and breathed a long, heavy sigh. I looked around, thinking of my future actions.

Marcel, yes. I need to tell him everything. I could write in my journal but I knew my hands could not compete with the rush of my thoughts. He would have to do.

"Pick up, pick up." I muttered to myself, playing with the ripped seams in the holes of my jeans as the condescending dialling tone filed my ears.

A light beep ended my antics as I pulled the phone away from my ear.

User Busy

I grunted, Out of all the times I genuinely want to speak to you and you're busy, I texted him instead. Anyways I got big news to tell you. Call back ASAP!

I placed my phone on the coffee and leaned back into the couch. I stared at the device with annoyance, wondering what could be holding up Marcel. As far as I knew Marcel didn't have much of a social life, but then again a lot has changed since fourth year.

Deciding against lingering around, I got up and went for a cold shower. The chilled water worked against my muscles, relieving me of tension. I groaned in pleasure as I placed my hands on the wall in front of my, leaning my head down under the water as it cleansed me. The shower gave me time to calm down my thoughts of Ariana which were fighting hard against my flaccid member.

Once I was finished, I changed into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt but as I walked out of my room I could hear my phone ringing in the distance. My towel turban fell past my shoulders as I rushed to the living room where my phone was.

I picked it up, "Hello? Marcel?"

"Finally you pick up, I've been calling you for ages now." He muttered in reply.

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower. I called earlier and the line was busy." I explained to him, combing my fingers through my wet hair as I sat down. "You didn't answer my call so whoever you were talking to must have been important."

"You could say that."

Marcel's tone lowered as I hummed, "Well whatever the case, I'm just glad you called back. Shït, Marcel so much as happened today I don't even know where to start."

"Start from where your mind has infinitely remained focused on for the past few hours." He instructed. "I have a feeling you only called because your mind is like a thousand ton freight train at the moment."

"The car, the moment in the car. We were in a moving car." I started, nodding my head in thought.

"That's what cars were designed to do."

"The partition was rolled up and we had privacy from our driver."

"Okay Beyoncé, continue."

I rolled my eyes at Marcel's response. My silence served as a purpose for Marcel to laugh quietly at his own pun. It was only proof that we were strongly related in more ways than one.