Faceless [H.S]

Worst Liar. 32*

"Yes," Harry responded, quietly. We made it to his door and my legs felt wobbly. Once the door flung open, I was greeted by the familiar modern architecture. My stomach turned.

"That night--" I murmured. "That night that I was drunk, you told me you took me home--"

"I took you to my home, yes," Harry said, almost surprised, bringing the bags through the living room. It was as if this wasn't anything to him, he was so calm. "We didn't do anything. You were too drunk, I just laid you down and you asked me to undress you. I wasn't going to take advantage of you--I'm sick but I'm not a fucking pervert... you don't remember? I told you."

I took a deep breath before letting out a huff of air through my nose, getting lost in my thoughts. I placed a balled up fist on my chin, closing my eyes. My teeth found itself biting and nipping away once more. I told myself I would have to get over this but I felt like I was losing my sanity. I think the trauma was giving me memory gaps.

Harry was so complex; there was so much about him that left me so curious, but also made me so angry. He was so nice sometimes and then so evil other times--I just didn't know what to think of him.  How did Valerie and Niall actually trust him? He was so unpredictable. Or is it just me... bringing out the worst in every single man I know--

"Stop biting your lip." Harry suddenly snapped.

I jumped when he said this, eyes shooting open. He was standing in front of me now.

"Fucking hell, Valerie," He groaned, grabbing my chin and tilting me upward. He got even closer, and I drew in a sharp breath. He had me backed up against a wall; his body touching mine. I felt my skin prickle with goosebumps. "You're bleeding, now..."

My tongue swiped out and licked it, the rusty taste of the blood making my nose scrunch up.

"You've been doing this all morning, now look--" He placed his thumb on my lip. He swiped the blood and showed me the red coating on his finger, now. Fuck, was I really biting that much?

"M'sorry," was all I managed to say.

"Don't just be sorry, be fucking careful," Harry hissed. He was about to walk away when upon instinct, I nibbled again slightly around where I had tasted the blood.

Shit.

Harry stopped his movement--shoving his thumb into my mouth, aggressively. He pushed down on my lower row of teeth, my mouth opening and my face getting hot, flushing in shock and embarrassment. I could feel the drool pooling in my mouth. I closed my mouth around his thumb in an attempt for it to not spill out.

My eyes widened and his expression shifted.

He pulled in air between his gritted teeth. He pulled his thumb out, a string of spit and blood connecting. Our eyes met, now, and I could feel my heart racing.

"Fucking shit, Val," Harry sputtered out weakly.

I looked away, my eyes falling upon a mirror beside us. He was still staring at me, my chest was rising up and down, now.

"Fuck, fuck, I shouldn't be doing this--" Harry whined between kisses.

"Mmhm," I whimpered in agreement. Our hands were all over each other, the thrill ravishing us.

I didn't realize I had been holding my breath.

"How much do you love me fucking you, huh?"