The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 9: Jealousy Sucks

I cry into my pillow even more, knowing that Harry-the-asshole is outside. I run downstairs, open the door a tiny bit and run back upstairs. I have my hand on the railing as I'm about to go on the third step. I hear Harry run inside, his converse hitting the floor. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me 3 inches off the floor. "HARRY PUT ME DOWN, NOW!" I exclaim. "NOT UNTIL YOU LISTEN TO ME!" I start kicking and squirming. I kick as hard as I can, and flail my arms and trying to pry his arms off of me. I start screaming, as he walks over to the door and kicks it closed with his foot. He lays me on the couch, still with a tight grip on my waist. He puts both knees on both sides of me, and gets ontop of me. He firmly restrains me from moving my arms. I try to make fists to get the strength to break out of his grip. "LET ME GO!" I scream, while crying. He tried to make me quiet, just making things worse. "Shhh.." I keep squirming, but he still has my arms, and my legs won't do anything but kick up and down. I finally relax, and I'm crying even harder now. He lets go of one of my arms, but quickly grabs both of my arms with his left hand. He wipes my tears away with his right thumb, and I bite him. "OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" he exclaims. "FOR KISSING THAT DIRTY SLUT!" I yell. His expression changes to shock. "She, kissed me. I didn't kiss her." "Her hands through your hair. YOUR HANDS ON HER WAIST." "I had my hands on her waist because I was trying to pry her off of me." I stay quiet, realizing the whole scene I had just made. "We're just friends, babe." he says, his voice calm and relaxed. My eyes meet with his, and he's still on me. "You're heavyyy" I complain. He laughs, and then he tightens his grip a bit more. "Ow" I mutter. Our eyes meet again, and his eyes make me want to melt. He slowly leans down, and we never take our eyes off of each other. He lightly kisses my lips, and comes a bit up. He looks down at me again, and I feel instant sparks. I think he feels it too, because then he comes back. We kiss for a while, nice, soft, and sweet. I keep him kissing me, by lightly pulling his airplane necklace's chain down. He puts my sidebangs behind my ear and whispers to me: "You're so beautiful" "Harry, I have a boyfriend." "Well, you shouldn't be doing this if you have a boyfriend." ""I'm thinking about breaking up with Steven." "Why?" "He's just gotten too serious, and he doesn't let me do anything anymore. He's sweet and all, but..." "But?" "Nevermind.." We stay silent, and Harry breaks the silence by saying something so sweet, I tell him the truth too.