Back And Forth (Sequel To Sent From Above)

57. Eager?

"Looking for me?" He whispered in my ear.

I jumped from fear and shock as I turned to see who was breathing down my neck. He smirked, playing with something in his hand.

"Well?" He raised a brow, the smirk on his face not going away. "Were you?"

I gulped, thinking of many possibilities of what to do or say. Why can't I talk to him?!

"Cat got your tongue or something?" He frowned, taking a step closer to me but that lead me to take a step back. Aware of my action he chuckles and takes a step closer.

"S-s-stop." I raised my hands up. He stopped, narrowing his eyes at me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. Here he was, right in front of me. And I couldn't speak!

"Are you drunk?" He spoke, "Alone? Remi," he sighs, "Speak to me."

"No and yes." I managed to say. He only nods, and looks behind me.

"Do you," He coughs, "Do you want to go back in there?"

"With you?" My eyes widen when I realized that came out a bit harsh and all of a sudden.

"Oh now you decided to act like a bitch?" He takes a step back.

Fuck! That was a total accident! I thought to myself. But as if he'll believe that!

"Cause I am one?" I said, my turn to raise a brow. The anger to him was now coming back to the surface as I noticed he clenched his jaw. That was one thing I knew I pissed Harry off.

"Why are you here?" He asked. "And especially alone? I thought you were hip to hip with that knobhead."

"Don't talk about Ashton like that." I frowned. "Have some respect Harry."

"Oh?" he tilts his head as he laugh, "I can talk about anybody anyway I want to Remi. Don't come to me with that bullshit and tell me what to do!"

"I can't but what would your mother think of this behavior you put up with?" I knew I stepped a bit too far with that but I had no other choice of words. He huffed, walking up to me, his fist clenching on each both sides.

"Don't you even bring my mother to this." He said in a low tone. Harry stopped walking when I felt my back collided against a brick wall. I gasped in pain as I watched Harry looking at me in anger.

"Your mother raised you better than being a fuckboy." I spat. He hissed, leaning his body closer to mine till we were chest to chest. I started to sweat from my hands as I noticed he was to close to my liking.

"My mother raised me to the gentlemen I am. But in came a girl who destroyed that. Don't you dare pin this on me princess." He narrows his eyes.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his sudden change in his attitude. Looking away from his glare, I looked to see it was just us two now behind the bar in a alleyway. So no one knew we were here, or what was happening.

"Is that what you call the girls you play with when they make you cum?" I smirked. He chuckled, his thumb stroking my cheek and stopping to my bottom lip. I flinched at his touch but eased when he wasn't doing nothing. What was worse was we both are sober enough to realize what is going on.

"Why, you changed my little girl." He smirks. "Never thought I would hear you speak to me like that."

"Well as you said and I quote, I can talk about anybody anyway I want to.. Harry." I raised a brow.

"You talk too much." He said out of nowhere. I rolled my eyes, obviously. "I don't like that." He finished saying as he pinched my bottom lip with his thumb and index finger. I hissed from the pain, pushing his hand from me.