THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

His lips roughly move against my own unresponsive ones. It's like he's trying pour all his anger into this kiss, probably his new way of punishing me.

Harry's arms encircle around my waist pulling me closer to the warmth of his body and his mouth continues moving against mine hard and fast, dominating me, as if trying to send me some sort of silent message.

"Kiss me back." He breathes out after some time before his mouth claims mine again. This time his movements aren't so rough, it's the quite opposite actually.

Harry move his lips slowly and passionately against me, his warm tongue darting out to trace my bottom lip and then my upper lip before he finally tries to push it into my mouth. Before my mind registers, my lips part involuntarily, almost like I craved for this sensual kiss. Harry slips his tongue expertly into my inviting mouth, letting it caress every nook and corner as he pleases.

I stay motionless the entire time, my fists clenched at my sides, not sure of what to do or where to place my hands as Harry continues to devour my mouth like a pro. One of his hand stays latched around my waist to keep me from moving while the other one caresses my neck, chin and scalp.

Finally after what felt like hours Harry disconnects our lips, both of us breathing heavily. His forehead rests against mine as he breathes in and out rapidly. After a few seconds his eyelids flutter open and a small smile finds it's place on his lips, making him appear oh so cute and innocent.

It's a kind of smile which reaches his eyes and makes them glow with happiness. A smile that can lure any woman in his trap. Yes, that beautiful.

I try to replicate his smile, the key word here is - try, because I'm hundred and ten percent sure that no matter what, I will never look as perfect as he while smiling.

"C'mon, let's go to the kitchen and get you some pizza to eat." Harry says, moving away from me, his hand resting on my neck, moves down from my shoulder to my arm slowly before his hand finds mine and he grabs it tightly, gently tugging me towards the kitchen

"You want anything to drink?" Harry questions while placing a slice of pizza on a plate for me. His own plate is lying there with a half eaten slice and another full one.

"I'll just take out a can of coke myself, thanks." I offer him a smile, preparing to jump down from the kitchen slab Harry had placed me on.

"Nuh uh, I already caused you trouble by putting up that coughing show." Harry says with a frown on his face whilst shaking his head as if disappointed with himself. "At least let me make it up in some way."

A chaste kiss is placed on my forehead before Harry moves towards the refrigerator and takes out two cans of chilled soft drinks. Harry places one on the slab next to his plate and pops open the lid of the other one.

"Here." He says, extending the coke towards me and I gladly accept it, smiling at him politely.

Harry stares at me while I take the first few bites of the pizza slice before he grabs his own plate. My appetite almost dies as the fear of Harry coughing out blood again kicks in. I watch him intently as he chews on the pizza in his mouth before easily swallowing it.

A small sigh of relief escapes my lips at the sight of him eating comfortably and I internally pray to the Lord that whatever happened with Harry a few hours ago was just a one time thing, like he believes it was.

"Quit staring, babe. You've got eternity for that." Harry says while gulping down the soft drink and I immediately look away from his face towards the ground. My cheeks heating up with embarrassment at his words.