The Styles Mansion [h.s]

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ONE KISS

And I am ruined.

The rollercoaster of my emotions was launched, taking me in some deep hallway and making myself lose my sense. My entire body was trembling in pain and shivering with pleasure. The zing of weird electricity washed through my nerves hitting the main spot while fluttering my heart in happiness.

I dug my nails in his neck, closing my eyes as the touch of his power kept ruining me. I bit down on my lip when he swept his tongue on my collarbone wetting it with his saliva then again proceeding to draw kisses.

The heart was racing, but also aching. Mix emotions were running in my pulse, making everything hard for me to decipher. The second Harry again captured my lips I lost it. I lost my control over my emotions and became an impulsive one.

I softly pushed Harry breaking our kiss as I looked down on the ground, black lace bra was on show and I don't care though. Cause he already has seen everything.

I sniffed not even looking at Harry whose eyes were burning through my soul.

"That hurts." I whispered, wiping my cheeks. Commencing to fix my dress.

Harry stayed silent for a few minutes but then he said.

"I am sorry, I should have been gentle." He said in a soft tone but still anyone could sense how erratic his breathing was.

Bipolar.

Sometimes I wondered, how I could put a proper description about him and his brand new version. And I have stumbled to a few words in the last several days.

Cruel.

Arrogant.

Player.

Heartless Monster.

And now,

Bipolar.

It doesn't take him much time to turn into a softy. The way he treated me and threatened me, I couldn't imagine some honey coded suave words would come out from him. But he did, he did let those caring words rolled down to his tongue which might be now tested like my skin.

I looked at his eyes, tracing nothing but tender emotion and shades of worries. It's the same disposition that once he  displayed when once I lost my control over my sentiments and cried out in the middle of our sex. He was so frustrated when he saw me crying and it was the night for the first time when Harry said he loved me.

I love you too wife.

The memories of our old days started to float, raising the level of anxiety. I sucked on my breath as my vision commenced to get blurry due to my tears.

I slowly walked towards the bed, sinking the unbearable burn of his gazes at my way. I sat down at the edge of my bed, trying my hardest to be able to stop my anxiety but I couldn't do that when the reason for my pain was watching me like a freak.

"That hurt Harry." I whispered, letting go of my tears.

"I didn't mean to be rough." He immediately said in a rush, justifying himself not as a guilty person.

Someone tell this psycho I am not talking about him sinking his teeth on my fucking skin.

"I am not talking about that Harry." I said pulling my dress on my shoulder when it was slipping away from my skin.

"That hurts." I repeated looking at him.

"The way you treat me, that's fucking hurt Harry. One time you are treating me like shit now again you are kissing me." I specify the terms, sobbing mess.