Lara's POV
"Mikeyyy.." I wine. I just want him to kiss me. His lips look so perfect, I can only imagine what they feel like. Just one kiss, nothing more.
"No Lars, you're drunk." Did he just call me Lars? He gave me a nickname?
"Maybe if you kiss me, I'll become sober."
"Not possible."
"Well you won't know until you try, will ya?" I smirk and start walking towards him, past his living room couch.
He pulls me closer by my arm. Oh shit is this actually gonna happen?
"You sure?"
"Positive." I say.
"Harry's gonna kill me." He whispers, then leans down and places his lips onto mine. They are so soft. He tastes like watermelon. Quickly, the kiss gets more heated. He pulls me closer, and starts to slide his hand up my shirt. I back up towards the couch, and fall on it. He's instantly there, on top of me. Not liking this position, he flips us over so I'm laying on his stomach.
He bites my bottom lip, asking me entrance. I obviously let him. Our tongues collide with each other perfectly. His hands go to my ass and squeeze. Immediately, I moan.
I start to grind on him. With that, he flips us back over, and he's on top.
He gently pulls my shirt off, over my head, and unzips my pants.
He pauses and looks up, as if asking for permission. I nod.
He wiggles my jeans down, and pulls them off, leaving me in my plain pink bra, and black undies.
He comes back to my face, and trails kisses all the way down to my waist band. "Mikey..." I moan as he trails his fingers around the edges of my underwear.
Just as he's about to pull my undies down, someone barges right in the front door. Harry.
Mikey jumps off of me and I sit up in shock. No no no, this can't be happening.
"It's not what it looks like man" Mikey tries to defend himself.
"Are you sure? I walk in here and see you just about to shove your damn fingers up my girl. For fucks sake, you were probably going to fuck her too." He spits.
"I wasn't gonna fuck her. Calm down bro. We were just having fun."
"Fun? I'll show you fucking fun." And with that, Harry punches Mikey's jaw causing him to stumble back. Mikey shakes his head and throws a punch in Harry's gut. Harry kicks his area and knocks him down. He kneels over him and starts punching him furiously.
I quickly stumble up to my feet and grab Harry's arms.
"HARRY STOP!"
"STOP YOURE GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"
"HARRY STYLES!!!"
I yank his shoulders back and his head snaps to look at me. His eyes are dark, and he's sweating profusely. When he realizes it's me. He grabs me and throws me over his back, ignoring his bloody hands, and walks out the door.
He takes his shirt off and hands it to me. I slip it over my head and get in the car.
Harry drives off, gripping the steering wheel like he's holding on from falling down a cliff.
"Deep breaths" I say and rub his knee.
He grabs my hand and rubs circles over it. I see him trying to take deep breaths. I think he's starting to calm down now. I don't even want to talk about what just happened.
"Aren't you taking me home?" I question as we pass my street.
"No. You're staying with me."
I don't feel like putting up a fight, so I just go along with it. I'm not sure what I'm going to tell my parents in the morning.
When we arrive at Harry's I go straight to the couch, pull the blanket over me, and stare at the ceiling.
Harry picks my feet up and sits at the bottom of the couch with my feet now on his lap. He sighs.
"Are you gonna talk?" He asks. I would talk to him if I actually knew what I should say. I have so many emotions right now, I don't know how to express them. Im so pissed at him but yet I am at myself too.
Instead of answering him, I turn and face towards the cushion so I can't see him.
"Lara you're gonna have to talk to me eventually."
"Go away I say to him."
And just that quickly, he actually does. I hear his foot steps leave the room as I start balling my eyes out.
In the middle of my deep sleep I slightly feel someone pick me up and carry me somewhere. I'm assuming it's Harry, I don't know who else would be in here.
I'm put down on a bed and with that I'm out in an instant, once again.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hello all my lovely readers! Sorry this update isn't long, there will be another soon! Love yous!
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