The Childhood Memory

Chapter Twenty-Three: His Love

The whole drive to the mansion was irritating and stressful. Raina was seriously drunk and throws up every single time the car speeds. Luckily, I found a paper bag inside the limo. 

And fortunately, Harry is helping me with Raina. It's a miracle to see him like this, comforting Raina everytime she pukes by drawing small circles at her back. Giving Raina a few sermon about drinking too much. He does sound and looks like an older brother, who cares a lot about her drunk sister who keeps on throwing up every freakin single time. 

We finally reached the mansion, Raina already fell asleep and Harry carried her, bridal style. 

"I'll just get Raina to her room." Harry said, his green orbs meeting mine. 

"Oh, alright" I answered back, I was about to step when Harry interrupted by talking. 

"I'll meet you at my room" His face blank. 

"W-Why?" I asked normally, but on the inside; I am seriously freaking out. 

But he didn't respond. Harry starts to take the stairs and pretended to not to hear me. 

I lazily groaned and made my way to his room. I let out a deep, long breath before holding the knob. And finally decided to open it. 

And a familiar boyish scent filled my nostrils. Harry's chocolate scent. 

His room wasn't like the typical room normal boys have. His room was neat, very neat. But it looks smple. A queen-sized bed in the side, the walls were striped, in blue. A small table with a drawer beside the bed, with stacks of books I find really interesting to read. My hands were itching to grab the books. 

I began to scan the room with my eyes. Pictures were on the wall, a photo of him with his family. Random photos were neatly hung on the wall. 

I sat at the side of his bed, until something clicked on my mind. The diary. 

I nervously looked around the room, wondering where the diary could possibly be placed. 

I rummaged throug the table drawer beside the bed. But found nothing. 

I made my way to his closet and searched where it could be. 

Until I can hear loud footsteps booming outside the room. I shifted from foot to foot, not knowing what to do. 

I sat at the bed and in no time, Harry opened the door. 

I noticed that he already removed his blazer. Leaving him in his white shirt that reveals his collar bone. He entered the room, his blazer in his hand. 

"Hi" I nervously muttered, my heart beat getting faster and faster. 

He gave me a cheeky grin, which made me sigh in pure relief. He threw his blazer at the bed, my gaze automatically averting at the blazer. 

"What a night" I heard him mutter under his breath. I was nervously tapping my foot, my fingers fiddling with the hem of the bed sheet. 

"So, enjoyed the party?" He asked, sitting beside me. 

"Well, yeah. Raina must have enjoyed her party a lot" I stuttered, realizing that my body is near Harry's presence. 

"Yeah. She was really drunk. But I did really enjoyed the party" He smirked, my body tensed. 

"That was the best kiss I ever had, babe" He whispered at my ear. His hot breath sticking at the crook of my neck. 

"I-i-i Gotta go" I quickly stood up and grabbed my clutch. But Harry quickly grip my wrists. 

"Come on, babe. Don't ruin the fun" He stood up and quickly grab my waist. Our foreheads again pressed to each other. His green orbs not leaving mines. 

"H-Harry" I uncomfortably said, trying to break eye contact with him. 

"I want you, Chloe" He whispered, my heart beat getting faster. 

"Do you want me too?" He asked, a smirk appearing at his pink lips. 

"H-Harry. P-please, s-stop" I stuttered, trying to push him off. But he was quite too strong. 

"I'm asking you a question" He growled, which made my breathing stop. I glanced at his eyes, they were dark. 

"Do. You. Want. Me?" He slowly asked, his grip at my wait tightening. 

"Answer me, Chloe!" He shouted, my hands suddenly began to tremble. His jaw clenched. 

"I-I do. I w-want you, H-Harry" I suttered, shutting my eyes tight. 

"Good" He smirked. He spun me around and quickly snaked his arms through my waist, now even tighter. His chin resting at the crook of my neck. 

"Why me?" I spatted, my voice rough. I'm tired of this shit. 

"Why you?" He smirked, his thumb gently stroking my cheeks. 

"Because you're different, Chloe. Different from all the girls I have met. There's something in you that I really want the most." He whispered, while planting soft kisses at my jaw line. 

"You can runaway from me. But you can never hide. The past will keep on haunting you, Chloe. And I won't stop until I can finally have you, babe" His voice raspy and his grip tightening at my waist. 

"You're my property, Chloe. No one else can have you, babe. And if that happens, I won't regret to end their life in no time" I gulp in nervousness. I shut my eyes tight, while feeling the sensation of  Harry's soft lips at the skin of my neck. 

"Oh, and that Niall dude? Make sure to warn him, before its too late"  He whispered, my eyes opened wide. 

No. 

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A/N Ya ba da ba doo! Finally updated after a century, phew! Sorry it took so long guys, but I wasn't really in the mood to write this past few days. I randomly dedicated this chapter to @niallerslady. :) And I kinda have this idea that Holland Roden is perfect for Chloe's character! Yeah. 

How bout we make a deal? The last person who comments on this chapter will probably get a dedication! Deal? So, yah. Please do VOTE and COMMENT! oh and fan me too. ;) 

And, oh. I'm sorry if this chapter sucks. Chappie 24 will be better, promise! Thank ya all! Keep breathing oxygen my lovey-dovies. ;)

-Gianna, xx