Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 26-Red Wine }

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{ WRITER'S NOTE:

🔴🔴🔴 WARNING 🔴🔴🔴

Lol hey guys. Never spoken to y'all before.

I'll just introduce myself. I'm Lain, I'm the writer for Lost Words :)

You can call me Hazzafagga though, and my fans on insta are called faggots.

Hey faggots!

So anyways, WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INNAPROPRIATE CONTENT AND IS NOT RECOMMENDED TO READERS 11-

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ENJOY!

-Hazzafagga }

I just finished hanging my clothes in the extra space Harry's closet provided. I took out my last piece of clothing and looked down upon it, the black dress leaving wonderful flashes of memories in my head. The party and how lovely everyone looked. Harry and his bow tie, and Louis in his oxfords. Everything was so perfect. Then my thoughts ran to Niall, and how he was so lonely. I thought, 'Maybe I should have said something else. Anything else.'

Though I wanted to, I didn't give it too much thought. I'd been sad all that day and all the night before; I didn't want to feel that way again.

I went back over to my suitcase and pulled out my laptop, placing it carefully on the wood white desk. I grabbed my scrapbook, about to set it on the bookshelf, when I suddenly heard my name being called from downstairs.

I dropped the scrapbook on the bed and made my way out of the room, scurrying down the staircase. I stepped into the living room, but failed to spot Harry, or anyone, anywhere.

"Harry..?" I made a turn into the kitchen,and saw his tall figure by the island. He stood with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. A smirk played across his lips as his eyes scanned up and down my body. I looked down at my feet, blood rushing to my cheeks. When I looked up again, his eyes were already on mine.

"Care to join me?" he said in a low raspy voice. I took in a deep breath, my chest rising highly as I knew it'd been a while since he'd spoken to me in that seductive, husky tone of his. With a lustful glint in his eye, he made his way over to me in four slow strides. I couldn't move, my nerves and timidness leaving me paralyzed. He stared at me; studying me with an unreadable expression. He licked his lips, confirming that was indeed in a playful mood.

"I'm underage", I reminded him once more.

A small gasp sounded from my mouth as Harry dipped his head, hovering lingering kisses over my exposed neck.

"I won't tell anyone", he mumbled into my skin, minty warm breath expelling from his mouth. I shivered under his touch.

"I reckon no one even knows I'm seventeen", I breathed shakily.

I felt his forearm wrap around my lower back, pulling me to him while the wine glasses remained locked in his fingers.

"You're almost eighteen", he said happily.

He nibbled at the skin of my neck, leaving kisses and thin stripes of saliva. Surely blood rose to the surface as he softly sucked at the area. It stung, feeling like my flesh was as thin and delicate as paper.

"Would you do me the kindness," He brought a long-lasting kiss to my newly sensitive skin. "And allow me the honor," He trailed two more kisses up to the jaw line. "Of giving you your first drink?"

I shuddered under the way he hummed his words into my skin, leaving me no other choice but to confirm his ask of permission.

"Yes", I whispered.