Serenity [h.s]

Fazed

-I've got river for a soul, and baby you're a boat.

I think I'd miss you even if we'd never met- The Wedding Date

Summer Lowal

I had to leave after what happened between the both of us. I took a taxi home and dismissed Carter and his questions. All I could comprehend and practically feel was the way his hands and lips and body felt on mine. I shut my door to my room after telling Carter I wanted to be alone, and got undressed into casual clothes and got out a canvas from my closet and some paints and brushes. I mixed up the colors and laid out some old newspapers on the floor so there wouldn't get any paint on the carpet.

I wore my pajama shorts and tattered tee shirt that barely did a good job at covering my stomach, and tied up my hair and began to paint.

Greens and blues and dark reds with black streaks was all I could paint. Swirls and misguided lines. He was turning me into this mess and I was slowly giving up to him. I didn't want that but he won. He already won and I can't bare it.

I stopped and decided to put on Tigers Jaw Teen Rocket, going back to my painting. I continued to paint and make different outlines and added different shades to the canvas. By the time I was done I hadn't noticed the tears on my cheeks and the paint all over my hands and arms.

"Fuck you, Harry." I muttered with a scowl. I untied my hair and slumped onto my bed. My hands on my face.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself. What was? Or really what isn't.

All I know is.. I've fallen for Harry. And it's not right. It isn't because I always do this to myself. I promised with my last boyfriend I wasn't going to date anymore. And then he shows up. Mr. I know every - fucking - thing and charms his way into my life.

What in the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?

The door of my bedroom opens, and I look up to meet with a pair of green eyes and a sad look on his adoring face.

My blood boils. "Why did Carter let you in?! Carter!?" I scream his name but he doesn't come in and Harry shuts the door. I move away from my bed and stand in front of my window. I stare at the London neighborhood, the streets empty. Lifeless. Nothing. You could see the wind if you looked closely. The trees moved in different directions as the wind possessed them.

The calm before the storm.

That's what this all was.

"Harry, I left earlier for a reason."

"I wanted to see you,"

Fuck professionalism, I want you.

"Leave, Harry. Please, you can't keep fucking showing up, and acting like nothing happened, like we're bloody buddies," I cross my arms over my chest and continue to stare outside of the window.

"I don't act like nothing happened, Mare." My breath hitched and I fight the tears back. I felt his breath tickle the skin of my neck, and my stomach was flipping at the proximity. "And.. I don't think we're buddies,"

"Good, if you don't think that, then do yourself a big favor, and leave."

"Summer," he sighs. I turn around and glare towards him. He looked achingly beautiful and I wanted to touch his face, and kiss his lips but I just can't.

He licked his plump lips and gazed down at me sadly. "Summer, you don't understand. I have the urge to always be near you in some way. I always have this.. this itchy feeling in me that if I'm not physically with you.. I'm not myself." I shake my head and let out a disbelieving scoff.

"I don't know how I can convince you, any further."

"This isn't work, Harold. This isn't some fucking agreement you try to persuade-"

"Who said anything about persuasion?!" He yells. I don't flinch though. At this point his breathing was ragged and I was exhausted and his hands were trembling and I was brushing past him.

I really am tired.

I turn around and see he's already watching my every move. But I dare get closer to his body. I dare look him in the eyes.

And I dare say the next few words.

"Prove you want me," as the world left my mouth, his lips were already on my own, and his hands were gripping my waist, pulling my body flush against his, the fabric of his thin see through button up felt against the thin fabric of my short tee. Our lips moved feverishly and harsh, his teeth nipping at my lip and my hand fisting his hair. He groaned throatly and pushed me up against the wall next to the window, his lips never disconnecting, hands lowering to my bare thighs, him urging me to jump.

I did so, quickly, my legs wrapping around his torso, his crotch pressed up against my own, digging harshly. I whimpered as his lips pressed harder onto my own, his hands on my bum, never moving, gripping tightly.

"Fuck," he curses lowly, his lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck, my eyes fluttered closed, our deep breathing was heard and the ending of Teen Rocket.

"Summer," he breathes as his teeth nip at the skin of my neck, biting softly and sucking on the flesh. I let out a soft moan as I felt him draw blood to the surface.

Harry Styles

My heart at this point was about to fail at how incredibly fast it was beating, my lips and teeth never ceasing. Her quiet soft moans made me tremble in the best way, and my body was aching to feel her bare skin against mine.

Her hand lowered to the nape of my neck, pulling on it as my mouth lowered onto the flesh of her right breasts, lips tenderly moving on it, kissing softly, nipping quickly. Her back arched as my fingers dug into the flesh of her bum, my groin aching agaisnt the fabric of my jeans.

"Summer, please," I beg. "Touch me," her breath hitches in the most sexiest way and I find any sanity in me not to take her right now. I just wanted to feel her hands on my. On my body. I wanted to feel her delicate fingers paint imaginary paintings on the flesh of my skin.

"Let me down," she says urgently, and I panic as I do so, but soon my panic slips and her hands were pushing at me chest and I was backing up against the bed, sitting at the edge. She straddles my lap and my hands instantly find her waist.

My eyes trail up to her dark blue eyes, the color of the sky on a winter night, her pupils were blown wide and I wouldn't doubt that mine aren't either.

"Take your shirt off,"

Fuck

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ok so hears the deal love bugs. I'm gonna have on the mature chapters next to the name of the chapter little star thingys next to them like these ** So you know they're mature. I'm going to try and not put much important dialogue in them if there are any readers that don't read smut. I still care and I Want you to enjoy the story like the rest (:

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