Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

42. No Control

"Hanna, you knows he's been my friend since I was a kid." I said, trying to calm her.

"Uh, I didn't think you were still talking. After all the shit you told me he did!" She gave him a death state.

His eyes widened and he looked at me in panic.

"I have forgiven him, Hanna." I crossed my arms and looked at her.

"Oh." She looked puzzled. "So, what's going on then?" she raised her brow at us.

I looked at Harry who's mouth was open as if he was going to speak. And I felt my heart sink when he did.

"She's my girl... My girlfriend." He stood up and walked over to me. Leaving Hannas jaw resting firmly on the floor.

"Liv, what about Avery?" She gasped.

"I haven't figured it all out yet." I said quietly, and Harry took my hand and slowly rubbed his thumb over it.

"Oh, well listen Liv, my mum doesn't know I'm here and I'm already in so much shit for the other night, so I should go." She moves to hug me and Harry hops away quickly. "I hope you know what you're doing." she whispers and pulls away. She gives me a concerned look and walks out of the apartment.

"Fuck." harry curses and I see him angrily throw his phone on the couch.

"What?"

"People saw us last night, at the window." He runs his hand through his hair and begins pacing. "What if those photos get out?"

"So? Who cares?"

"So?! So, no one knows we're together! And your fucking boyfriend sure as hell doesn't know I'm screwing you!" He snapped.

I felt this pain in the pit of my stomach. I thought he was over with this. I thought he was done with the mood swings. From standing by my side and calling me his girlfriend to this?

"So is that what this is?" I called him out. His face dropped when he realised what he said. But I wasn't just going to let him talk about me like that. "Am I so easy for you, I'm just something you're screwing? You know Harry, I thought you'd changed."

"Liv that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to say that, you know it. I told you I'd show you how much I love you, you just have to give me the chance."

"I don't want to fight with you."

"Then don't. I'm sorry for what I said. I just don't want the media saying anything about you Liv." He sighs.

"Why did I have to fall in love with you." I smile and he picks me up bridal style and sits us back down on the couch with me sitting on his lap.

"I think I'm just so irresistible." He laughed, letting out a loud breath after.

"I think so too." I smiled while leaning in and kissing him.

His mouth moulded with mine, us both smiling into the kiss. He guided me up to sit on his lap properly, with each of my knees either side on him.

I held his face with my hands as his forceful kissing made my entire body move with his lips.

He tasted slightly of cigarette smoke and mint. A combination which had me weak and completely powerless to his touch.

"Don't ever leave me." he panted and pulled my shirt off. "I have to have you with me all the time." he swiped a bold stripe across my neck and sucked on the skin to the point where it was painful. Painful, but so pleasurable. "I need you Liv." he mumbled in between kissing down my collar bone. "And I can't get enough of you."

I could feel myself pooling at his words. "You have me." I barely chocked out when his fingertips ran down my stomach to the hem of my bottoms and lingered there before he roughly unbuttoned them.

I hated him having his clothes on. If this was going to go ahead, he would not be fully damned clothed. I pulled his shirt off and kissed his lips again. The feeling of his chest and stomach against mine was unbelievable.

"If your mother knew what you let me do to you..." he whispered in my ear while slipping his hand in my panties and rubbing me shamelessly. "You'd be in so much trouble, my girl." his words, although in some way twisted and threatening made me moan.

"I'd love to...be in...trouble with you." I panted and dropped my head on his shoulder as he continued his actions. I moved my hips with him and bit down on his skin to stop me from screaming. I don't care what the hell he's done, if this is all he wants to do forever more, I'll let him.

He chuckled at my response. "You know baby, we have a kingsized bed all to ourselves... do you want me to fuck you there or?" He stopped moving his hand and pulled it out of my panties, and I never felt so needy.

I lazily swatted his arm for his vulgar language. I didn't want to have to get up and walk to the bedroom. I was too desperate for him. I needed him there and then.

"Here." I demanded.

"Are you sure, cause-"

"Harry Edward Styles." I put my hands flat on his chest and pushed him back. "Don't make me tell you twice." I missed the feeling of his touch.

He flipped us over and spread my legs.

"Yes ma'am."