Right Down The Line

6

Harry's POV:

I held Bee's face in my hands and tilted my head as I gazed down at her. The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths.

"You missed me," I accused her slowly, becoming aware of my dick hardening against my jeans.

She stared up at me for a moment until one of her hands appeared and pushed back some hair dangling in front of my eye. She then dragged her fingertip down my jawline to the center of my chin, pausing there. "I still miss you."

Then why did you leave me?

The question dangled on the tip of my tongue, which I pressed to the roof of my mouth so I wouldn't say it out loud. I couldn't fight off the anger that came up though, flaring my nostrils and clenching my jaw as I glared at her. The anger rushed over me so quickly that I didn't allow myself to process her words with any other emotion. I kept her head still in my hands so that she couldn't move away - she couldn't leave me. 

But I wouldn't ask her the question, and I needed to distract myself from it so it would stop repeating itself in my brain.

I focused on Bee - her scent, her eyes, her warmth, her fingertips teasing their way under my hoodie - all of these pieces of her that I thought were only memories. 

Mostly, I focused on the fact that she wanted me right now. And I didn't know when or if she'd want me again.

"Well," I exhaled a settling breath, stepping a leg forward between hers, "I'm right here."

Despite the increased intensity in my grip and my eyes on her, Bee looked focused, almost transfixed on my face. I've always loved the way she looked at me.

Her heartbeat thumped against my fingers, and she swallowed thickly before she spoke up. "You're obviously mad at me, and I don't know why-"

I raised my eyebrows at her in warning, silently referencing the no-questions rule she had just put in place mere moments ago.

"And," she continued, "I don't care, in this particular moment." Her eyes shifted away from me briefly as if she was ashamed to admit this, which made me smirk again. "As long as you keep touching me, right now I just don't care." She repeated, sounding more restless.

Her hands explored what they could reach, trailing over my hip bones and around to my lower back.

I watched her wanting me, still partially not believing it was happening. I didn't know what my drunk brain thought when it led me here hours ago, but now I was grateful. Might've been the best thing my newfound alcoholism has done for me.

"I just want to feel the way I used to feel," she said, desperation in her eyes, "Just once."

My tense quietness was wearing on her, I could tell. She was scared I would change my mind, which was a little bit funny.

I removed my hands from 'round her neck and splayed them on the wall on either side of her head. "Go on, then." I nodded down, where her hands were resting on my hips. I peered up into her eyes. "Can't do much for you when I'm wearing denim."

My smirk deepened while I watched her eagerly unbutton and unzip my jeans, her fingers blatantly brushing across my dick before pushing them down to my ankles. I pulled my hoodie up over my head and tossed it, and kicked the jeans away.

My gaze dropped down to the hem of her dress, and I fiddled with the soft fabric for a second before I reached underneath, sliding my hand up the back of her thigh until Bee gasped as I gripped onto her ass.

My knees bent slightly and I reached around to grab her other cheek under her dress, picking her up off the floor with little physical effort - no hangover could get in the way of this - and with another gasp, her legs and arms immediately wrapped around me.