Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

Impulsive

ANNE:

As the rays of light met my eyes through the shady windows, they squeezed hard and my hand flew to resist.

My vision was expected to be stranded on the busy roads of London but unexpectedly it was a room.

A well made one.

Maybe the one in which he locked me last night.

Sitting upright, my knuckles helped my itching eyes due to lack of sleep and the first think I noticed was my body covered with sheets.

Putting the sheets aside off my figure, my feet met the floor and I saw myself jacked up in the same scandalous outfit I got last night.

“I don’t mind seeing you like this.” A voice called from behind me.

I catch a look of Harry sitting on an armchair, shuffling the pages of a book, underneath which it was the diary I’ve seen before.

He got up from his seat, walking past by me to held open a shelf, putting the diary aside while the book was still in his hands.

Though my mind, which fortunately wasn’t drunk, remembers every bit of talk we had and things spoken that were not acceptable in any possible way, a part mine was repeatedly hit by the book in his hand.

It wasn’t a nursery rhyme one, trust me.

It was a book!

“You read?” I asked, keeping my voice unfriendly and words short.

As he successfully locked his diary inside, his eyes met mine, throwing the pen over the bed.

“Hypothetical?” his voice was clearly portraying his good mood.

“A bit. Yes.” I answered, putting my arms over my chest.

“We’ll practically prove it wrong doctor. Don’t worry!” he smirked, placing the book in his hands on the table next to the bed.

“Why don’t you get fresh and meet me down.” He spoke, staring up and down my figure.

“And change in to something?” he added as his eyes went back to my face.

Are you kidding me, sir?

Change?

Noticing the bored expression I held on my face, he smiled.

He smiled.

He, for the second time, moved past me back to his cupboard and turned back with a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“If you ruin it, you wash it.” He kept forward his condition and my devil mind was locked behind bars.

Oh thank you for warning me!

I was about to wear you shorts and rub my ass in the mud the moment it rained.

I simply nodded this time.

I went the bathroom and being the person he is, I can’t trust him anymore.

Not after yesterday.

Don’t judge me if I say I checked the mirrors twice for any master mind games he was on.

Wiping the water off the towel that were hung in, my hands reached for his t-shirt.

No very weird reason I can’t help but my nose sensed him, his presence.

Not physical one but how he smells like.

I still remember how new and delicate his touch was that day in hotel and how my breathe was...