Roommates [h.s]

Fourteen

E d w a r d s

The entire night was filled with shots of vodka and loud music. It had gotten a little crazier since more people showed up, and lot more crowded. To say the least I was a little intoxicated but not as much as Harry. Harry was a wild drunk and sometimes I had to be a mother when he'd get tipsy or shit-faced.

We both sat in the kitchen as we watched people dance in the middle of the living room; grinding on their partner. I only remember doing this with Jack in a few parties back in high school. After that it all stopped. The partying. The having fun.

The falling in love.

Harry stood by me with a red cup in his hand, lazily sipping on it as I took small gulps of the whisky in my own cup. He looked at me briefly before grinning; a dimple indenting.

"Lets dance," he cheered and put the cup behind him on the counter. I only stood there with the blood rushed to my face, clutching the cup. My heart was beating rapidly and I couldn't form words out of my mouth. His hand touched my arm and went down, taking the cup and set it next to his.

"Harry I don't know how to dance, you know that," he shook his head while grinning.

"Neither do I and you know that but let's just let loose," I sighed loudly and nodded my head. He cheered and grabbed both of my hands, leading us both to the middle of the living room.

A new song started to play, and I recognized it; Halsey Strange love, and I kinda knew I was fucked because this song itself was a sex getup in lyrics.

Harry's hands brushed my bare arms and I shivered, but I didn't show my reaction. I looked up into his pale eyes, rimmed red. His smile was lazy and he rested his forehead against mine.

Oh God.

"Dance, Vi, let loose," he rasped quietly to me and I laughed loudly.

"I fucking suck at dancing! What am I suppose to do?"

Soon, I felt his hands on my hips, the grip on them soft, his thumbs caressing the exposed flesh from my jeans.

"Just sway your hips, like this," he started to move my hips slowly to the rhythm of the song and I felt the wind getting knocked out of my lungs. My hands rested on his chest and I tried my best not to blush.

"Since when did you learn how to dance?" I tried and he looked at me through his lashes, smirking.

"Remember the party in high school, Anna invited us to?" I remembered. It was with Jack. I nodded and concentrated on the feeling of his hands.

"I was forced to dance with her friend, and she sorta taught me, and I got the hang.. of it." Harry turned me around swiftly, his arms locking me to his chest, my backside touching his crotch and his face nuzzled into my shoulder.

We were too intoxicated to know what we were doing.

At least he didn't. I was more awake than a coffee addict.

My breath faltered when I felt his lips brushing the skin of my shoulder, kissing softly.

I felt him press my backside further into his crotch, moving our hips a little more quicker and rougher. My eyes fluttered closed and I bit my lip, clutching his arm.

"I miss you, Violet," he spoke into my ear, and I couldn't comprehend what was going on because I've never felt so intimate with Harry since the kiss stolen on his birthday.

It was too sudden, but he turned me around, his hands resting firmly on my waist, pulling me to his chest, brushing the hair out of my face, nose nudging mine.

"Harry.."

"Violet, when you kissed me on my birthday, did you feel anything?" His slur was clear, although he had a lot to drink. His hand cupped my cheek fully, his thumb running under my eye, kissing the side of my lips, my breath coming out a gasp. "Did you?"

"This isn't right, Harry."

He pulled me closer and shook his head.

"Everything is right with you, Vi." My lips brushed his and I nodded because I would be lying if I said I didn't feel anything and I honestly didn't have a care about the girl Harry fell for because he wanted to kiss me again and not her.

"I did," he only inhaled sharply, running his lips over mine, molding them completely and kissing me softly, running his fingers through my hair, humming softly. The taste of alcohol faint on his tongue, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he pulls me closer to him, his legs going over mine and pushing me to the back, my body hitting the wall, my hands tangling in his hair as his hands went under my shirt, pushing me softly against the wall. His lips were sloppy against mine but it was the kind of sloppy that took your breath away.

"Violet, you're my every thing," I couldn't even grasp what was happening, what he was saying. Every thing was a blur at this point, my mind was too fuzzy and I don't even think it was the alcohol running in my veins.

It was him.

My fingers pulled on the nape of his hair and he moaned, my insides going crazy. My lips parted which caused Harry to kiss me deeply, pulling my hands away from his hair and putting them above my head, my nails clawing at the wall.

"Harry," I breathed, my breath hitching as I felt him grind his hips against my own.

I felt my stomach clenched and all I could keep repeating in my mind was oh god it's been forever but this is so wrong. He was intoxicated. He wasn't doing this. His mind was.

This was wrong and right.

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ok i'm just not ok.

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