Deception - H.S

Chapter 33

Hope Whitlock

I put my wallet and the house keys on the side table, tossing my phone on the comforter before I take my hoodie off so I am just in my bra and get under the covers. I huff as I get in, frustrated about the perplexed mystery that is Harry Styles.

For a second, I thought we were making progress, taking a step in the right direction, I was jamming my heart out and was not embarrassed for a change when he opened the door because of the pure adrenaline that was coursing through me, he smiled, which was a sight for sore eyes but then took three fucking steps back when he started talking like a sociopath.

I am not going to be a distraction for him when he needs one, he said it himself that he would never willingly talk to me, I need to remember that for the next time he is being remotely nice, it is only because he has an ulterior motive behind it.

The time on my phone read 5:09am when I checked, I turn my laptop on to distract myself by going through my emails, deleting the ones I do not need and replying to other ones.

Reminder: September 30th.

I stare at the reminder, the date is a little over a week from now, I almost forgot about it with everything going on. Hopefully, things will calm down in a week enough for me to take a day off for myself, maybe go to a quiet place to spend my day with a book. Life finds a way to fuck me over each time I think things will be good now.

There is an unexpected knock on my door, I put on a tank top that was laying on my bed before walking to the door, hesitating a bit because I have an idea of who is on the other side.

I unlock the door, opening it to find Harry standing there, a few stray curls hanging over his forehead, the whites of his eyes rimmed with red, puffed breathing as he looks into me with those cold eyes. I was going to tell him to find a different time, maybe during the day to vent his anger towards me but before I can say anything his hands grab my hips as he pushes himself closer to me while his lips latch on to my neck. He sucks on the skin just above my collarbone, his hands trail to the bottom of my ass to lift me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist instantly, my hands gripping the back of his neck for leverage. I shut the door behind him as he starts walking with me towards the bed.

My heart rate picks up and my breathing gets heavier while I try to focus on it during this intense moment. I was just telling myself to not get involved with him because he is just looking for a distraction, and I was just... there. His lips are gentle, parting against my skin and sucking on the skin very lightly, it seems unbelievable that Harry was capable of being soft.

The feeling in my lower stomach intensified when he started grazing his teeth over the marks that he was very obviously creating, his actions only getting more rough. I tossed my head back to give him better access, my breath stammering to the feeling of his lips leaving marks along the arch of my neck. He sucks on the skin and then his tongue lapses over the spot in an attempt to soothe the forming bruise, the action igniting my skin.

He tossed me onto the bed, my body bouncing on the mattress due to the sudden transition and I yelp before his body is suddenly over mine. "We are fixing this situation." There was pure anger in his eyes, unsure if it was because of whatever was previously happening before I came or because of my yelling. His warm hand finds my outer thigh, slowly moving it up my until he reaches my hip and gives it a squeeze. Right hand trails up to grip the side of my neck, tilting it while he kisses the opposite side.

I feel his heartbeat as he presses his body against mine while his fingers dig into my hip, his lips working my neck get harsher. He greedily pulls the straps on my left shoulder, yanking my top down to reveal the light pink bra that I am wearing, grasping one of my breasts and massaging it over the mesh material. There were so many things happening, each of them feeling like I was going to lose my mind because my body never responded to anyone's touch the way it did to his.