Lovesick.

XII. The Taste That Your Lips Allow

WARNING: could be triggering content....

ARIANA'S POV

I finally stop when I reach my dorm room. The pulse in my throat is pounding to the point where I think I might be choking on my heart. I breathlessly pant, finally safe from him. Over the period of time that I've known Harry, I've figured out that he is unstable and unpredictable when he's mad; and he's livid right now.

I calm my nerves down slightly, opening my dorm door, and quickly closing it behind me, locking it. I turn around only to nearly have a heart attack.

He stands up, and walks over to me. With every closer step he takes, I take a step back, until my back is pressed against the door. He puts his hands on the door by either side of my head, trapping me. I can feel the rage radiating off of him, and it makes me weak in the knees.

"So you tried to run away from me?" He speaks, his voice dark and full of anger. I keep my mouth shut, though I should've known that was a bad idea. "Answer me!" He slams his fist into the door mere inches from my head.

I cower away as I reply, "Y-Yes..." My voice quivers in fear, and his hot breath on my neck makes a shiver run down my spine.

"And what did I tell you would happen if you ever tried to run?" He asks, and my gaze stays on the floor. He grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to look up into his blazing green hues.

I mumble my answer, and he screams "Louder!"

"You'd make my life a living hell..." I speak louder, my voice cracking in the middle, and he lets go of my chin.

"Victoria broke up with me. She dumped me because she doesn't want to be with a 'bully'. She dumped me because of you." He growls.

"I'm sorry..." I squeak out, my whole body trembling.

"Shut up." He snaps.

"If you thought I was terrible to you before, you better get ready 'cause when I'm through with you, you're gonna wish you never met me..." He tells me.

He steps back, removing his hands, and I can no longer hold up my own weight, making me fall to my knees in front of him. He squats down, so we can be eye to eye. I look down at my fingers, fiddling with them to avoid his eyes. I gasp in shock when he pulls on my hair, causing my head to rise, and me to get lost in his electrifying orbs.

"I'm gonna make you regret that you were born. Watch your back, bitch." He say lowly, his fingers tightly wrapped around my curls. My breath hitches as he trails his finger from cheek to my jawline then my throat. The soft touch of his hands is almost as if he's caressing me. I gulp, my throat suddenly becoming dry.

I don't know what he's doing or what he plans to do, and it scares me. He tugs on my hair again, and I leave my mouth agape, another gasp escaping. I think he just enjoys my reactions to the things he does.

"You like it when I pull your hair?" He asks, yanking lightly on the brown tendrils. I suck in a breath.

I simply nod.

"Say it." He urges.

"Yes, Harry." I correct myself.

He cups my cheek, brushing his lips against mine, and I'm taken back. He was just threatening me, and now he's trying to kiss me? I don't know what to think. I don't know what to say. But he sure knows what to do. He smashes his lips to mine hungrily, and I stay in my frozen state.

"Kiss back." He commands against my lips, and I come back to life, kissing him with pure passion.

He grabs me by the hips, pulling our bodies flush together. He pushes me back, indicating that he wants me to lay down. I oblige, my back making contact with the cool tile floor. All the fear is replaced with this deep need. A need for him. His kisses and bites move from my lips to my jaw, and down to the sweet spot on my neck.