Just a Taste // HS Blurbs

dont see him again

"I don't want to see you with him again."

The vein in his neck throbbed and she could tell he was angry. Maybe, just maybe she would be annoyed at the demand if he didn't look so.... Good. Jealousy was hot on him. Her eyes widened as he took a step towards her.

Really, it had been innocent. An old fling of Y/N's had come up to ask how she was at the party they were at. The music was loud so he was a bit close, sure, but he knew and respected Harry and wouldn't dare try and make a move. It hadn't ever been serious but.... Harry knew of the past and he was a jealous person. He admitted it and would tell anyone, he wasn't ashamed of it.

Y/N was his. Possessiveness was something he admitted to as well, however it wasn't usually this bad. Mix alcohol, jealousy, and the short skirt and he was a man not to be messed with. His hands had grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his body without a word, jaw clenched as his eyes glared holes into the back of the man walking away.

"Easy, tiger." She cooed, hand tilting her irritated gaze to hers, watching it soften. "Nothing was happening. Was asking how you were, actually. But... I won't go near him again if I can help it." She smoothed her thumb over his brow to try and get rid of the crease, make him relax. She could smell he had drank a bit, like her, and his intensity wasn't going to be easily talked down. So instead, she brought his mouth to hers in a kiss.

Harry hummed in delight, pulling her in and keeping her close as his mouth quickly took over the kiss. Tongue sneaking into her mouth, he kept it going; wet and a bit too intimate for a setting where people could see but that was the point. "You're mine." He grumbled against her lips, jealousy soothed just a bit. "Needs to stay away from 'ya. S'my job to talk and to touch and to kiss you. Not his. Hasnt been for a while. And never will he touch you again." The searing resentment flamed up again but her mouth smoothed over the scowl, easing it with three soft pecks.

"Mhm. All yours, all that. Now let's go back to to dance, caveman."