❝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧❞-𝐡.𝐬

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝔁

Iris Sinclair

it's three in the morning. i can't sleep. and when i think about the reason why i'm incapable to do that it's not just the fact that in a few hours i'll be Mrs Styles but the fact that i can't stop thinking about THE Mr. Styles. Whatever happened in that elevator, or in the office, or outside the office when i nearly killed his bitch. The way the feeling of kissing him overwhelmed me so bad that i ran. i could not just stand next to him. the sexual tension between us can be cut with the knife and it's not right. that should not have felt that good. and i wish i could regret it but i can't. 

i've been staring at my phone for past two hours, now. i have no idea what i'm doing by staring at it or what the fuck i'm hoping for but i'm checking it every five minutes. when i finally got tired by laying around i stood up and went to the living room, putting on a sappy, romantic movie, which was my guilty pleasure and only three people knew about it: timmy, tyler and flo. i mean i wouldn't want anyone i work with know that the woman who kills people for living and whose family  owns the largest drug business in the world, likes watching love actually in the evenings.  as i clicked the play button i stood up to get a blanket, the silky lace gown i was wearing made me shiver from cold. 

just when i found the blanket in my living room shelves i heard banging on my door. i immediately took the gun from the closest shelf, dropping the blanket, as i swiftly turned of the tv to hear all the sounds and ran to the door. not on my wedding day bitch. i'm hilarious. i know. loading my gun, i put my ear on the door and that's when banging continued ''my ear dude, ouch'' and i slowly started looking through peephole.

''fucking asshole'' i breathed out, opening the door quickly. 

''hi.'' messy hair, drunken eyes, cocky smile, black tight shirt, all his arm tattoos were visable even in the dark and he never looked this good.

''how the fuck did you find out about my  fucking house?'' i greeted out, letting him in. 

''your brother.'' he answered, smiling at me, looking around the apartment, as i shut the door i turned to him, one hand on my hip and the other on still holding onto the door knob.

''are you guys like best friends or why the hell do you guys know each other all of a sudden?'' i asked, the shocked expression not leaving my face which made him chuckle. that made my breath hitch. bye.

''you remember the college he went to? i met him there. we've known each other for a long time but just like ours, it was a secret relationship'' he smirked ending the sentence in the most sarcastic way. that little bitch. how dare he hide that from me? we have a lot to talk about.

''what are you doing here?'' i asked finally getting away from the door and going back into living room as he walked behind me, feeling his eyes burn into me. the gown was not helping.

''i couldn't sleep.'' he said casually, flopping down on the couch, he smelled like whiskey.

''ew, harry you smell like you had a whiskey shower. where the fuck have you been?'' i was seriously getting angry now and the way he looked only told me one thing, i didn't want to hear.

''that is the first time you called me harry'' he states, shutting his eyes, smiling.

''i asked where have you been?'' if he really just fucked some random chick, after drinking the whole bar and then he just casually decided to show up here, i am really ready to cut him.

''bar.'' he answered ''why do you sound so interested in my whereabouts? will you be that kind of wife?'' he suddenly sat up looking at me, i felt his breath on my lips.

''no, harry i couldn't give a shit where were you! i give a shit when you come here AFTER whatever the fuck you did. you look fucked.'' i stood up shouting at him, feeling my blood boil from the fact that i actually did give a fuck about one thing. did he fuck someone tonight.

''you should have seen her'' he smirked at me leaning back again, staring at me shamelessly. not just the fact that he gets drunk off his face, then fucks some chick and HE DARES to come to MY PLACE in THAT state, being all cheeky about fucking some other girl.

''get out of here.'' i said walking away. i could not handle him now, when i haven't slept, and in two hours the sun would come up and i will have to marry him, looking all happy and dressed up and fresh but i seriously feel so dead right now. in every single way. 

''Iris.'' he called from behind me, i heard him stand up and the sound of his boots clicking behind me was aggravating me in more ways than one. as i was about to enter my bedroom i was twirled around, hitting his chest with mine. his eyes were darker than i've ever seen, the look of lust and mystery was something that could never leave my mind, even if i tried.

''but you know the real reason why i'm here?'' he whispered in my neck and then slowly looked up at me ''i couldn't fucking stop thinking about you.'' i'm dying tonight. ''i went to that bar to forget about you, i fucked that girl thinking about you, i fucked her wishing it had been you, but you weren't there. so, i came where i knew you would be. because the fact that i saw you everywhere i went tonight, was the only thing that actually scared me in a really long time.'' the way he whispered in my ear, the way he looked at my face, the way he held me in his arms as if i would ran away from him (i've done that already, can't blame him) was something so intimate, that i've never felt with anyone before.  

''i was waiting for you.'' i breathed out lowly, feeling my heart skip the beat and just as i finished that sentence i felt his lips collide into mine.

he kissed, bit my neck so hungrily, the way he whispered in my ear "jump" could make me come right then and there. he slapped my ass strong enough to make me yelp in surprise. asshole.

As he stumbled us into my room and threw me on my king sized bed. The look he had when he stared down at me set my body on fire. i'm marrying this man today. unwillingly.

He spend hours, or at least it felt like hours, nestled between my legs, feasting on me, marking me, teasing me till i was just a whimpering mess at his mercy, crying and writhing, begging for a release he wasn't willing to give, because well he hates me, just as much as i do.

i fucking hated how responsive my body was to him. Hated how he knew where to push, where to lick, where to suck, where to bite to make my toe curl, to bring tears to my eyes, to make me scream his name. which really patted his ego on the back. few "i hate yous" and "i despise yous" were heard through night along all the screaming, moaning and bed cracking and when the sun came up, we finally fell asleep.

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A/N *cough cough* to clear things up...they did not have sex-sex.