The Worst Intentions (Larry)

7. I Want Out

it wouldn't be very Jamie-like if I followed through no sooner than 30 years later... Everyone should be used to that by now though.

last chapter was supposed to be in Harry's pov but my brain wasn't having that for some reason, so now the order is partially ruined and I am greatly displeased.

Dedication: idek anymore. does anyone even care about these now days?

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~Harry's Point of View~

"Ouch! I know I said I like it rough, but I'm not food for fuck sake," The blonde snapped, shoving me away from his neck briefly before smirking and pulling me right back where I was. I didn't even try to pretend that my strength easily outweighed his, but he didn't seem to notice anyhow.

I simply hummed as I continued my assault on his neck, too preoccupied with searching for the perfect spot. Somewhere in the back of my mind I laughed at his words, because he is food - my food.

"Come on, do something already," The nameless face whined just as my lips ghosted over his jugular vein. I stopped what I was doing, grinning instead and kitten licking at the spot.

"If you insist," I replied flirtatiously. Wedging my leg between both of his and making sure he was trapped in my arms, I blew lightly at the damp area, causing him to shiver.

Then, I let my teeth sink into his inviting flesh.

He let out a sharp gasp that was shortly followed by a deep moan, and I couldn't help vaguely remembering when I'd been bitten what seemed like ages ago.

I remembered how fucking good it felt in little yet vivid flickers, and if the writhing of his lower half against my thigh was anything to go by, he was definitely experiencing the same emotion.

I sucked harder when his fingers tangled in my hair and began yanking, and his breathless rambles of don't stop only made me double my efforts. I wasn't intending on stopping; not before his heart did, anyways.

In the distance I could hear heavy footsteps approaching, followed by a deep sigh, but I ignored it.

"We're not repeating yesterday night, so stop dicking around and finish already."

The guy was now humping my thigh vigorously, one hand still tangled in my hair while the other clawed uselessly at my back, and I found myself determined to make the guy come undone in his pants one last time before he met his maker - if there even was one.

"Harry? Did you hear what I just said? Hurry up and finish, Perrie and I don't want to see or hear this shit."

My eyes opened and my jaw clenched at that. Separating my mouth from the random bloke's neck, which caused him to groan and slouch along the wall he'd been formerly pressed against, I turned to glare at Zayn.

"Then why don't you just fucking leave," I growled out, raising an eyebrow in amusement at the angered look on his face.

"You know we need to stay together; it's too dangerous otherwise," He seethed out through clenched teeth. I scoffed, mocking him.

"Oh really? And where's Perrie, then?" I knew the answer, but it pleased me to watch as his normally cool composure began to crack. I'd been testing his boundaries since yesterday, and I found I rather enjoyed it.

"Stop it Harry," Perrie spoke, appearing at Zayn's side and immediately lacing their fingers together - the gesture done more so to hold the black haired guy in place than to express her love, though it was undoubtedly and appallingly still there. "You've had your fun. Let's go."