20|| Renunions & Hot Nights

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Chapter Twenty || Renunions and Hot Nights

WARNING: Please be aware that this whole chapter is literally smut, so if you are not comfortable reading sexual material I suggest you do not carry on :) Why is that picture up there so satisfying? -_-

P E R R I E

I woke up on the other side of the bed. Most likely because Harry's back was not there to support me.

Harry...

It's like I was having two completely seperate lives- one where I could be happy and the other one where I was just confused.

I wanted my dream with Zayn to continue. Holy shit it was getting interesting.

Unfortunately, life's a bitch and woke me up at the wrong time.

I've never been alone in my life and having Harry mad at me wasn't helping. However, there was one thing that was helping, and that was Zayn. He helps me forget everything, which is all that I need right now.

When I got home, all I had for dinner was a sandwich and a glass of water. At first I was about to prepare something heavy, but then I remembered I was alone.

It took alot of strength to finish my food without crying. My mood has been too bipolar these days. Whenever I would wake up, it's like a hangover from what I did with Zayn. Sometimes I wish I had never ended up in this situation, but then that would mean I'd never see Zayn.

Towards the end of the night, I decided to watch comedy films.

The sound of laughter coming from the film to me was just like background music to my actual life. It wasn't long before every single noise in the apartment stood out to me. The water dripping from the faucet, the sound of the radiator warming up and even the sound of the wind itself was getting louder.

When I was halfway through the film, I heard a loud knock at the door.

"Great" I muttered, dragging myself off the couch. I quickly checked my appearance in the side mirror, tucking a strand of blonde wavy hair behind my ear.

When I finally opened the door, my mouth slowly parted open at the sight of Harry, standing there like he had just ran a hundred miles.

"Hey" he said, half smiling, half panting.

My eyes darted down to the ground where his suitcase was roughly thrown.

"Are you-"

Instead of letting me finish my sentence, he walked straight inside and pinned me up against the wall before pressing his lips to mine.

I moaned lightly at the collision of our lips after weeks.

God I missed him so much.

"I'm sorry baby" He hissed, while kissing me passionately, pausing for a few seconds to speak, "I'm so stupid. I missed you... so... fucking... much"

My hands automatically raised up to tangle themselves in his soft curls, causing himself to let out a throaty moan into my mouth.

Whilst continuing to kiss me, his hands snaked under my legs - picking me up bridal style. I wasted no time in wrapping my arms around his neck as he gently carried me into the bedroom. He swiftly closed the door with his foot, laying me down onto the bed.

"Please don't leave me again Harry" I murmured into his hair as he placed kisses down my neck. He grunted against my skin.

"I'm won't. I'm so sorry love"

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