Oblivion // h.s

Y O U C A M E B Y

H A R R Y

I sink in my bed a little lower. I can't find myself to talk to anyone. Having Kiara know whats been with wrong me the past months makes me feel embarrassed. I'm suppose to be the strong one, I'm not suppose to have problems. I turn myself over to lay my face sideways on the pillow.

You're nothing but a coward.

That sentence echoes in my head. I wish I could just stop being stubborn. Maybe I should just go to her house and apologize. I wanted to talk to her about it honestly. But I can't now, my doctor already told her. My head starts getting a headache. I heard my door bell ring and I almost didn't answer it. I open my door to reveal Kiara standing right behind it. She pushes past me and looks around the living room. And here comes the arguments, cheeky smile lad.

"Sure come in my apartment." I said sarcastically closing my door. She turns around with her arm crossed clearly pissed. Well shit ..

"Wanna sit?" I nod to the couch. I get no answer from her at all. "Um.. wanna stand here and just stare and each other?" I cock my eyebrow. She still stays silent.. Oh wait I get what shes doing. "Silent treatment? You came all the way here to give me silent treatment?" I chuckle quietly. Her eyes start to get a little gloss but she still has that mad look on her face. "Am I not good enough of being a friend to you? That you can't tell me whats wrong. Gosh, fuck it doesn't seem like a big deal to you. But shit Harold I actually care about you." Her body relaxes letting out what she had to say.

I don't really know what to say I want to say something. But I can't find the words.
"Goodbye." She simply states licking the tear on the side of her mouth. She almost walks out the door but I catch her arm. Her head looks up at me. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to tell her. But I want her here with me. I pull her back to me and hold her. I lean my forehead against hers. "Please don't go." My voice cracks. my insides turn upside down as I look at her, but to only find her eyes are closed.

My lips brushes hers, I don't want her to go, I kiss her. She doesn't kiss back so I stop. I know what to say now, "You're enough for me. More than enough which is why I'm afraid I don't deserve you." I sigh.

"Its not what you deserve or what I deserve. It is what it is, styles." She says.

I lift my head just inches away until she wraps her arms around my neck to kiss me. My tongue explores in her mouth letting me take charge. Sometimes she'll try to fight back but I win this. She turns and pushes me up against the wall. "Someones a little feisty," I joke as she pulls my shirt off aggressively. "Shh." Her lips connect with mine again.

I cup her bottom and she jumps to my torso. Our lips syncing together as if it was a duet of a song. I carry her to my bedroom. I slowly lay her down with me over her.

"Stop being so damn stubborn and tell me whats wrong more often." She breathes as I kiss her neck. I bite her neck then started licking it again.

"Don't look at me in pity." I finally admit as I breathe against her neck.

I feel the goosebumps rise on her body.

She brings my face to hers, "Kiss me again." is all she says with those pleading brown eyes.

I did as she says and she grabs a hold of my curls. Tugging at it, turning me on more. I slide my hand to her area and she moans in my mouth. I slid my hand down her pants and felt her wetness on my hand.

"You're wet." I smirk. I stop kissing her to take her pants off. Once its off I stood at the end of the bed. She sits up scooting a little closer to me. Her legs hang at the end of the bed with me between them. Her hand runs to the bulge in my pants. "You're hard." She giggles mocking me. I watch every move she makes.

She fumbles with the belt a bit. Helping her, she takes it off. She then lowers my pants along with my underwear.

"Stop teasing me." I look back down at her. She smiles giggling, even in this heated moment my heart aches.

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