Lapse [h.s]

Chapter fourteen

HARRYS POV

She tasted so good, so sweet, she was such a good girl for me. So delicate like I knew she would be, her skin felt like feathers under my touch. I dreamt of how she would feel underneath me, what she would sound like while obeying me, sitting still for me.

My Grace.

I hear the shower turn off from the bathroom and shake my head to wake me up a little. My thoughts getting a little out of hand, I'm trying to talk myself into the fact I didn't just fuck up - indefinitely.

I brought her here for a distraction, she got too close. Too close for comfort. Niall and I are so lucky no one was onto us this time, after the last. She shouldn't have followed me but yet she did.

The one time Niall and I don't split up, she's there. Right behind me, following in my footsteps. We're so lucky we didn't have to drop the car directly to him, just at the warehouse again.

She's curious, I like that. I wanted her to stop asking questions, there's nothing I could have told her. Not without her getting more curious than she already is.

I turned to sex - the only thing I know, well, not even sex. I wanted her to feel good, she deserves it.

She deserves everything good.

I've had one touch of her, one taste and now I need more. Way more.

I'm sprawled across the sofa with my back towards the hallway, I hear her feet tapping against the wooden flooring so I switch my position so I'm now sitting upwards, my head facing to the side.

She strolls in, my t-shirt looking like a dress on her yet still hardly covering her ass. Her hair dripping wet down her shoulders, leaving little wet patches on my shirt.

"You couldn't have picked something a little bigger?" She twirls in a little circle, arms down by her sides.

God she's so beautiful.

"That's my biggest shirt." I smirk.

"Yeah well it barely covers my ass so I'm assuming you did this on purpose."

She sits herself down on the couch, opposite end to me but has her body turned to mine, knees tucked up to her chest.

"What was...that?" She rests her head in the dip of her arms, facing me.

"What was what?"

"Y'know, what happened in the kitchen..." she trails off. 

"Head." I shrug my shoulders.

She lets out a sigh and turns her head away from me, "I'm assuming I'm spending the night again?"

"Well I'm not driving you home, so unless you wanna pay for an uber I suggest you stay here."

She lets out a sigh and just nods her head at me.

"That's never gonna happen again, right?" She questions.

I want her, I want it to happen again. But now I've had one little taste and she's pulling me in even harder than before, even if she's not actually doing anything. I was the one who came onto her, I was the one who wanted her - needed her.

I told myself it was just a distraction, to get her from asking questions. A way to make her less curious and yet I know I was lying to myself. There's no way I could let myself have her and not want more.

And yet I need to stay away, If I want to keep her safe. If I want to protect her, I can't get close to her.

Sometimes it feels like you're not in control, and that's because you're not. That's exactly what it feels like with Grace, like something comes over me and I can't control myself. The voice in my head stops, just for a second. I let my guard down, I let myself relax.