Monster ≫ h.s

2.9

🎵 so high- by ghost loft
🎵 hold me down by mansionair

   "My bipolar boy you drive me crazy, so high."
m a i s y

I braided a strand of hair that came loose from my ponytail, I never cared to much about the way I looked. Maybe it was my lackadaisical approach -yeah that's a better word for it. I glanced up towards Harry, whom sat across me interested in everything I did.

A few days had passed since our "argument" and yet I still found myself slightly annoyed at the curly haired man, not enough to to be angry, only slightly annoyed. I gave him a small scowl, to which he immediately replied.

"What's that for? You look mad..." He questioned.

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to muster a very unamused face, "It's because I am, I'm mad at you." I lied.

"You forgave me, you can't be mad. You're not allowed." He said crossing his arms across his chest.

"Will you just let me just be mad at myself for a little"

We stared at each other, I was fine in holding my position until he started making goofy faces with his eyes wide and tongue out. He really was silly sometimes,  finally I broke, "Okay I'm not mad, but I'm watching you styles, you better be good."

He rose his hands up defensively, "Im always good."

Something in his tone made my stomach stir, I looked at him to see if he felt anything, when I looked his eyes held a mischievous glint. He crawled in between my legs grabbing the nape of my neck firmly pulling me towards his lips. I made no protest and relished quietly for a moment.

I loved our kisses.

Let me correct myself, I loved our kisses when we weren't mad at each other. When they weren't forced. He maintained the slow dominant embrace for a  moment more before I felt his hand creep up on my knee, I felt my body lock as his hand travelled further up in my inner thigh.

I took my hand stopping him slowly, "I'm not in the mood."

He pouted, before kissing me softly I kissed back and it was another passionate encounter before I felt his hand creeping up again. I pulled back jumping out of the bed, I looked at him with my eyebrows pulled down in confusion, "No Harry, I said no."

His eyes were dancing around, his curly hair was a wild mess, he was a lion and I was the lamb.

"I'll be gentle I promise, I just want to touch you, make you feel good, only for you. Please angel, I don't have to do anything for me. I just want to make you feel good. If  you really don't want me to do anything I'll stop I promise."

I glanced down unsure, I knew he'd be able to make me feel good, and part of me wanted him to, so what was holding me back. I felt like a needed to make it harder, put up a little fight, a game.

"You can...if you catch me first." As soon as the words left my mouth I took off out of the bedroom.

I ran down the stairs in a hurry, my breathing picking up immediately, I was light on my feet as I turned the corner, I could hear Harry close behind. I stopped for a moment as second where I could go.