¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.14

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

I heard a buzzing sound in my ears as my anger reached its peak. I wanted to unleash it all on him, to watch him get torn apart by the fury that had been provoked inside me all night. It felt like if I could just let it out, all my problems would disappear.

"Is everything just a game to you, huh?" I snapped in a burst of outrage. When he didn't answer me, I jerked my hands to his T-shirt, yelling in his face, "What's next when you're bored of this toy? I'm sure you'll find someone else to play with, but what about me? What about the relationship you ruined? What about my life?!"

Calmly, Harry slid his hands around my waist. That only made me tighten my grip around his T-shirt. "Well, I was expecting more of an applause or a ''thank you'' head for telling the truth," He teased smugly, then raised his brows when I frowned, "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see me like the good guy so, so bad."

"That's the shittiest excuse I've heard in a while," I pushed him away.

"It's not an excuse. I did what was right, and these are the consequences," he reached to grab me, but I turned just in time, and the attempt failed.

What did he know of doing the right thing? He only did it because it suited him. He did his little manly show in front of Kai, and that got his ass beaten. However, that doesn't stop him from parading! I wish Kai had hit Harry's face in the windshield, and maybe then it would've hurt every time he talked - it would've saved us a ton of bullshit.

"Just because you did the right thing for once in your miserable life—"

I never finished my sentence. My face was burning from frustration, and I was talking faster than normal, but before I could finish, Harry pulled me closer. His hands held my cheeks roughly as he kissed me with his lips, which had lied numerous times to me. He kissed me with all the sin he had on the tip of his tongue, and I kissed him back. I kissed him with all the innocence to me, and I did it again, and again.

I was angry. Furious. And I tried to hold on to that, but I tried to hold on to him, as well. He had just ruined everything I could've had with the best guy I've met - I wanted to remind myself. However, I was likely to ruin it in the long run. I never stayed in love for long. I wasn't sure if I was in love, to begin with. The only thing I was sure of was that he couldn't give me what Harry was - this lust, this need. This want.

Breathless, I pulled away from Harry. There were still traces in me left from the anger. "I should leave before I say things that I'll regret," I muttered, taking his hands off me and distancing myself.

"I can drive you home," he said. It wasn't much of an offer than it was a demand.

"I'm not going home."

My words stopped him in his steps. Harry put my things back down and stood up tall. For a moment he seemed clueless, but then his eyes darkened and his jaw set. "You're going to him, aren't you?" he asked.