where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 12

Maela's Point of view

My breath is nowhere to be found, and no words can explain how I feel right now, completely shocked by his actions.

He slowly retracts himself from me and let's out a heavy breath, his fists clenching by his sides. He begins to roll up his sleeves so that his forearms appear in front of me, his sleeves now formed to three quarter length sleeves.

As much as I am frustrated with him for all that he has done to me tonight I can't help it when my body begins to react at the sight in front of me, my teeth biting onto my bottom lip and my palms growing dense and clammy.

His effects on me have fought to make themselves present, and my feelings are running wild as they struggle to choose a single emotion to focus on. I am at the worse level of self control by now, ad immediately my core is pulsing with want for this frustrating individual. He is still angry with me, and I pinch my eyes closed as I manage to imagine him punishing me for being such a bad girl- although really I've done nothing wrong.

I'm already growing wet by being in his demanding presence, and my cheeks are flushed as memories of his cock inside of me rushes through my mind. Immediately I force myself to not clamp my thighs together, instead I bite down onto my bottom lip, and stay pressed against the cool wall, running down my hot skin.

Harry doesn't face me the entire ride up, and I can sense the building tension by each growing second. Finally the elevator comes to a stop at nearly the highest level in the hotel. As soon as we step out I am engulfed in a wealthy presence, the paint on the walls probably worth more than my college tuition. Maybe.

"Go to the room and strip down," is the next thing he says to me and my jaw cracks open, my lungs beginning to pant.

"Wha-" I start but his head shoots around, his green eyes ablazed.

"Now Maela!" He snaps and my feet move swiftly off the ground as I quickly rush to the room, my head cloudy with sinful thoughts about a married man. One that I hate so much as of now for doing me wrong with this party, but still manages to drive my hormones crazy with so much want. I am beyond ready for him, but at the same time I really am not.

My hands begin to work the zipper of my red dress, and when I begin to panic that my hands can't reach it I have the urge to scream in frustration. Harry hadn't followed me into the room up until now, and when I turn around on my heel to see him with his glowing face I manage to drop my arms and stare at him in awe. The bulge in his pants attracts my eyes, but his dreadful yet beautiful eyes strikes a nerve in my body- the nerve that makes my brain function much more clearly than before.

I can see what I feel now, my head sparking up a new idea for me to grasp onto, the last thing that can let me keep my dignity. I want Harry Styles, I want him very badly between my legs and all over my face, but I also hate him, I hate him for pressing me all the wrong ways tonight. We need to make it clear that what Mrs. Everes said tonight was true- but we both know that we need more of each other, and I need him to admit that to me. I know he will, but there's a lot of clearing up we need to do, and that's gonna happen right on that king sized bed.

His eyes are fired up as he approaches me, one hand shooting up to release anything that holds my hair, while his other hand rests heavily on my waist. My hair falls down my back in long ringlets, but I can see many parts of my hair that curve around my face in a messy haze. I breathe out in annoyance that the one time I needed to look my best is the one time that I looked the worst.

Harry doesn't seem to mind though when rakes his hand through my hair and presses his lips tightly against mines, a soft moan releasing from my lips. He smirks against my mouth and a frown is already growing on me, my annoyance building in my stomach.