In which a story about a girl whose life was nothing as she'd planned when having to live together with an arrogant renowned rockstar.
Aurora Winters, a career-oriented control freak is trying to adjust to her new life in New York City after being a...
"Yes, I can." I turned back around, his hand still holding onto my wrist. "And that's exactly what I'll do. So, let go of my arm."
I feel him clamp down even harder around my wrist at my words, which has me pulling my arm back and out of his grasp. I didn't wait around any longer before making my way back into the overcrowded house. Before leaving entirely, I ensured Natasha was okay with my sudden decision to leave. It was safe to say she wasn't surprised.
I mentally slapped myself for not bringing a coat, or some form of cover from the chill of New York's winds. I wasn't sure how long I had been walking since leaving the party, but I knew it was long enough for me to think about calling a certain someone.
Queenie could always tell when I was feeling blue. I had no idea how she did it, but she did.
"Nobody did anything." I sigh at her persistent hounding, "It's me. I don't know my own feelings any longer."
"So... it's about a guy?"
"Mm, maybe?"
"I can't believe an actual guy got you all worked up!" I could practically hear her smirking through the phone. "Wait.. what about Jackson?"
I sighed at the question. With everything that had been going on, I've been a terrible friend to Queenie. I haven't exactly had the time to make the call and tell her the truth of what exactly happened between Jackson and me.
"He and I broke up." I heard her stutter in shock. "I don't wanna talk about it right now." a soft sigh left my mouth. "Please," I whispered.
"..Okay... Now tell me about that other guy." way to change the subject, Q.
"I thought I didn't like him. But now I'm not so sure."
"You're sexually attracted to him." I almost choke on my saliva at her words. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"So... what if I am?" I ask meekly down the phone.
"Well, isn't it obvious what to do then?"
"A relationship would never work out. And I don't think I even want one." I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I just.."
"Wanna jump him?" Queenie finished quickly,
"Yes- NO! No." she laughed at my flustered state, telling me not to be embarrassed. "You're human after all."
"Go for it. You gotta release that sexual tension, A."
"That isn't the most usual advice you could have given me, Q."
"Maybe you'll be over him then." she added, "Sometimes you realize that it was just a little tension and nothing more."
"You think so?" no.
"Sure! Just try it out. There's a high chance you'll be over him afterwards."
"Okay." I sighed. Saying my farewells to Queenie, I couldn't believe I was contemplating this.
But, maybe all this time it is what Queenie said. Sexual tension. I've read books, and though I never finished them, I know how they 'settled' their built-up tension.
There wasn't much time to think about it before I stood in the apartment's living room. I was standing at the door when Harry looked up, sitting on the couch, his back resting against the sofa's leather while his legs were spread in front of him.
"Winters," Harry spoke. I didn't let him utter another word as I took quick strides toward him.
Suddenly standing between his legs, I could see his eyes widen slightly at my sudden confidence. Thank you alcohol.
"Harry," I said my voice nothing more than a whisper. I was looking into his now curious eyes when he answered me with a simple "Yes?" his voice was rough, a low husky tone. I couldn't help but trail my eyes down to his mouth, where his tongue seemed to dart out and wet his plump lips.
"I need to try something out." I finished. Placing my thighs on either side of his I now straddled his waist, with one hand on his lower hip and the other awkwardly placed on his shoulder I crashed my lips into his.
The second my lips touched Harry's, a wave of heat exploded through my entire body. I had no time to prepare myself for the way my stomach twisted or the stabbing sensation through my heart.
The embrace became more heated, his hand clasped around my neck, I gasped at the sudden coldness of his rings. Harry took this as his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, I silently moaned at the feeling of our tongues intertwined.
Harry instantly reacted to my surprise kiss. His hand found my hips and pulled me closer to his chest. One hand remained while the other gently squeezed my neck, pulling my chin as he intensified the kiss.
I was hovering over him while he leaned forward, making sure we were as close to each other as possible.
His hand which stayed on my hip, slowly started moving to caress the small part of my lower back. Going further and further down. My brain cells were screaming at me to stop him and put him in his place. But my brain cells weren't able to come through right now. I was completely and utterly lost in his touch and warmth.
Sorry brain.
I had kissed many people before but now I started questioning what they all did wrong, what Harry did so right.
Harry was so confident in his doing. His arms were firmly pressed around me. Touching me in an almost possessive manner. His kiss skilfully made me lose all control and I never wanted him to stop.
But I needed to.
This kiss was supposed to make me forget him. And not be addicted to him. I realise now, just how stupid I had been.
His tongue continued to explore my mouth with purpose, catching me almost unaware before I pulled back without warning. Not uttering another word I got up from his lap, leaving him left panting flustered and confused as I walked to my bedroom.
Shit.
- Chapter Nineteen!
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