The Cult [h.s]

~twenty one~

"Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places
And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces"

~affection, BETWEEN FRIENDS

Alena's POV

"What took you so-" he starts yelling at me but cuts himself off as he sees me. I gulp anxiously and look back at him.

My jaws drop and my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as I see him standing in my front porch looking so- I don't have any word to describe him. No word in the dictionary can match perfectly with him. He looks so-

Gorgeous? Beautiful? Pretty? Hot? Amazing? Incredible? Delicious? Sexy?

He is wearing an all black suit which adorns his body as if it is made specially for him. Black shirt under with black suit jacket above which he is pairing with black pants. He has buttoned it up very neatly making him look handsome as hell. His hair styled perfectly as I swoon over him.

He looks so classy. My eyes widen when I notice kohl lining his lower eyes. I stay amazed as the front porch lights reflect on his emerald eyes making his pupils illuminate. The evening wind making his hair flutter slightly as some strands fall over his forehead. He sweeps them away delicately.

How more sexy can a person look?

I look at him up and down then down and up. Maybe I repeat doing that ten more times. Who knows? Time seems frozen or something.

While I gawk at him, he gawks at me.

He looks at my figure up and down several times making me grow anxious with sweaty hands. I start chewing on my lip but as I realise my lips would get hurt, I stop doing it.

"Fuck me," I hear Harry cursing under his breath making me immediately look back at him. I fidget with my hands under his powerful gaze. 

The silence is so thick between us. Neither of us saying anything.

"Hey?" I say so lowly that I want to dive into water and drown in it. I mentally slap myself.

He doesn't say anything for a while. His gaze fixated between my lips and chest. Avoiding reaching my eyes.

Seconds past when he finally looks up at my eyes. He flicks his eyes back and forth mine. His eyes fully dilated with hunger and a knowing look of want on his face.

He parts his lips to say something but no words come out. I stare at his peachy plump lips which look very kiss- you know what never mind.

"Ready sunshine?" He asks finally, his voice smooth and raspy. In simple words sexy. He twists his rings aggressively at the rate by which his fingers could snap.

I raise my eyebrows at his unusual nickname. The name makes my heart skip a beat.

"Yea- yes," I stammer, making a fool of myself already. "I have one last thing to do. Can you help me?" I ask nervously, playing with the flaps of my jacket.