hellbound | h.s

seventeen*

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Harry *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The moonlight beams from my slightly ajar window in my master bedroom to the left of me. The soft wind of the night blows my black sheer curtains just the tiniest bit.

It's late in the night. I shouldn't be up.

Yet, the only thing on my mind is Rory. Making me have a restless sleep.

Of course, I could never have feelings for her. I don't have feelings for her. I can't have feelings for her. Not after everything. Even as a human, I could never have feelings for anyone of that matter. I'm not capable of that. But, that doesn't stop me from continuously thinking about the huge attraction I have towards her.

Not only the attraction, but the thrill. The thrill and adrenaline of knowing that I shouldn't get closer to her. That I shouldn't fuck her senseless. And make her mine in every way possible, sexually.

Like before, I could never get close to Rory Paisley, and I would never want to. She's fucking annoying. And she's weak. So, with those thoughts in mind, I guess you could chalk my present for her birthday up to the adrenaline of the being something I definitely shouldn't be doing.

The present meant nothing. It was only because I'm a fuckin' dickhead and apparently don't know when to stop harassing and torturing people with my big ego and annoying personality.

The fact the present was my sisters also means nothing. It was all nothing. Nothing.

But Rory, as much as I hate her and I know I shouldn't want to fuck her this much, I can't help but notice I have never seen a person, an angel, so beautiful. So angelic. She doesn't even have to try and yet she is the most beautiful women I have ever seen or met, in my life. It annoys me. She maddens me with how beautiful she is. Her beauty annoys me. She annoys me.

After her party, I couldn't seem to enjoy the rest of the night. I had seen her a fair few other times throughout the night, but after awhile I couldn't just sit around, moping because the only thing on my mind was what could have happened if she wasn't so fucking hammered.

So, as one does, I left the party early.

Though, I was just sick of being there, I also didn't want to see her wrapped up in the arms of her little coworker boyfriend. It's hard enough that I had to turn down fucking her. Seeing that she could easily go fuck someone else that shit faced doesn't make me the happiest either.

I may not like Rory, but I can't deny the unwarranted jealousy I feel towards the people she is around. I could never explain it to anyone, but knowing how close she is to her little coworker doesn't sit right with me. It should be me that she dances up on at her birthday party. Not him. It should be me she has her arms wrapped around. Not him.

Again, I don't fucking like her. Don't even start with me. I'm like so serious about that. I hate her.

Back to what I was saying. Rory. It will haunt me for the rest of my life, knowing I may never get a chance like that again. A chance to feel her soft skin or taste her sweetness.

The thought alone of Rory's beautiful, fair skin has me bucking my hips up into the nothingness of my sheets.

After coming home, all I did was take a quick shower, not a cold one and went straight to bed. Kind of depressing but whatever. Which now has me laying here with only my boxers on and my cream colored sheets resting at my hips.

With Rory still floating through my mind, I look down at myself and notice my very obvious tent that has apparently grown a lot since the last time I checked.