Forgotten

Chapter 6

"Harry." I gasp. I feel his strong arms wrap around my stomach, the heat burning through my clothes. "Sh." He whispers into my ear as he pulls me back to the living room. He spins me around and I see a smile before he pushes his lips against mine. "You look hot in that shirt, you know." He teases in between kisses. "Harry." I say again. This time pushing him gently. He gets the message. "Please stop." I whisper. He moves back and looks at me. His eyes are upset and I can almost feel the anger inside him rise. It was time to calm him before he got angry again.

"Harry. I like you. It's just that this is happening to fast and you know..." I trail off. "Zayn." His eyes narrow at his bandmate's name. "What about him? He's dating Perrie." He reasons. I can tell he's still pretty angry... and dangerous. "I'm sorry Harry. It just doesn't feel right." He sighs and the anger lowers. Instead it's replaced with disappointment. The air around us is awkward and I touch my lips, as if I could feel his still gently pushed on mine. I reach out to Harry's arm but he walks away, making my hand brush his bicep. I let out a sigh. 'Was that the right choice?' I ask myself. 'Did I really just choose Zayn over Harry?' I crunched the numbers in my head and I realize how stupid I was. Zayn is in a relationship and he doesn't care about me anymore. Harry does. I made a mistake.

Throughout the rest of my visit the same words repeated in my head. 'What do I do now?' I walk over to the kitchen and hear Harry walk past me back into the hallway. I feel like I've upset him and now he hates me. 'That's not Harry.' I reassure myself.

Knock knock

"Harry?" I call. No one replies and so I walk down and open the door. To my surprise I see a pink haired bitch standing in front of me. "Oh." She says. "What are you doing here?" Perrie asks me, poison in her voice. "I was dropping by to get something to eat." I say. "Mhm." She grunts. "And that's why your wearing Harry's shirt. Quite a snack huh?" She pushes past me and climbs the stairs. "Uhm." I walk up to her. "What are you doing here?" I ask her. She turns around, fruit in her mouth. "What do you think, bitch?" She spits out bits of fruit as she talks. 'What a slob. What does Zayn see in her?' I wonder out loud. "I don't know." I say through gritted teeth, holding in my anger as I wiped the chunk of fruit off my face she just spat on me. "That's why I asked you." She smirks at me but it disappears when I feel Harry's prescence. I see his shadow loom over me and I can feel his breath down my neck.

"What are you doing here, Perrie?" He asks in a not very friendly voice. She drops the fruit in the garbage and replies "Sorry. Just needed a snack." Harry narrows his eyes and not so kindly asks her to leave. "Get out of here or I'll report you for breaking and entering. And I'll tell Zayn your dirty secret." Perrie's eyes widen and I almost want to laugh as all of the smugness on her face drains from her. She slouches a little and pushes past Harry and I, running out the door.

"Such a bitch." Harry says, turning back around. I want to stop him. I want to ask him about Perrie's secret and why he held it against her and said he'd tell Zayn. I turn around to talk to him when I realize he's gone, back down the hallway.

"It's now or never." I whisper to myself. I spin around and walk quietly down the hallway, tiptoing to where I think Harry would be. His bedroom. I peek around the corner and see Harry laying on his back, his eyes closed and a tiny, soft snore escaping from his mouth. I smile and stand there for a few seconds, observing how adorable he looked as he was sleeping. Then I remember what I was going to do.

I crawl on top of Harry and to my surprise he doesn't wake up. I look down at him and press my lips against his parted ones. His eyes don't shoot open but instead open slowly. It seems as if he wasn't surprised at all. I feel a smile spread on his lips and he flips me over. He keeps himself hovering over me with his strong arms. I see that smirk form on his lips as he lowers himself in a pushup position and whispers in my ear, "I knew you'd change your mind." He moves in and leaves kisses down my neck and makes his way back up to my lips. I've never been kissed like this before. Actually, to be honest I've never been kissed.

Harry laughs as I let out a small grunt. I grab his head and pull him back down to kiss him. "Stop laughing at me." I tease. He leaves kisses to my chest and was about to do more when I feel a vibration in my pocket. It startles him and he jumps up. "What the f*ck was that?" He asks. I laugh so hard I start snorting and he lightly kicks me. "Just pick up your phone." He pouts. I slip the phone out of my pocket to see the caller's ID. I hold my breath and look over at Harry. "I'll be right back." I step out of the room and grip the phone, hard.