Don't Leave Me Here

Chapter 9 - What a Night

Quick warning it’s 13+ for a reason..

*Still Lily’s POV*

I continued to lock eyes with Harry, I sat next to him a smile tugging at my lips when he looked at me with his gorgeous eyes. For the next hour, I tried to ignore him the best that I could. He was trying to make me talk, that’s when he realized the game that I was playing. He was too smart for me.

He stood up and said : ‘Who wants to play Have I Never?’ All the boys and their girlfriends agreed with excitement while Eleanor smirked to herself, she knew that he was going to try something like that. Might as well play along, it’s not like I’m going anywhere anyway. Bad kidnapper joke, sorry. We sat around in a circle, Louis had a vodka bottle in his hands. He deposed shots glasses in front of each person and filled it with the transparent liquid. I gulped. This was going to end badly for me. Louis started : ‘Have I never had sex with somebody?’ I blushed and took a shot of vodka, the burning sensation in my throat. Everyone was looking at me, I was the only one who took a drink with the exception of Niall. Who knew? I thought.

It was Harry’s turn, his eyes sparkling with something I never saw before. Lust? Revenge? Probably revenge. The moment he spoke up, I knew that it was revenge. He smirked and winked at my direction and said : ‘Have I never wanted to kiss someone in this room other than my boyfriend/girlfriend?’ Should I take a shot? Should I lie? The questions battling inside my head, making me question myself. I was never much of a liar, I decided to tell the truth. Not drinking an ounce of the liquid in front of me. Everyone were looking at me, each of them taking a shot except Harry and I.

Louis smirked : ‘How funny, the kidnapper and the victim have a sort of… attraction towards each other.’ He got hit on the arm by Eleanor that was giggling at the turns of events. ‘Don’t hit me woman!’ Louis added, making everyone around the circle laugh. Those two were adorable.

The night went on, taking more and more shots of vodka. My head getting lighter and my thoughts getting blurrier. Replacing my conscience with the truth, what I could never accept to say. The burning un-existing in my throat, too many shots passed by. We had decided to watch a movie, the alcohol too strong for some to continue the game. We decided on the horror movie Sinister, I hated horror movies, They scared me to death, instead of doing something else I sat on the couch next to Harry. My thoughts getting clearer as I was drinking water but still blurry enough to make me say things that I don’t want to say. Harry wasn’t affected by the alcohol at all, he had almost done everything that was asked in the game. That included kissing a boy, let me just say that some of those Larry rumours were true.

Half the movie passed and I was scared as hell. I was going to die, this was scary as hell. (A/N: I’m really scared of horror movies and cried when I saw Sinister) Something brought me out of my thoughts they’re was a hand on my knee. Of course it was Harry’s hand, pervert. I pushed it away before he could try something else. He chuckled softly at my actions, my cheeks were probably burning by now. He put his hand back on my knee, clearly not understanding that I didn’t want it to be there. His hands were trailing upper my leg, my breath itching and before he could reach what he intended to reach. I slapped him away and got as far as him as I could, which wasn’t far enough to my taste. The couch was small and Harry was taking most of the space.  He scooted closer and whispered in my ear : ‘Something wrong love?’ My breath caught in my throat, not knowing what to answer. He chuckled and put his hands on my knees, letting them there. The sensation of him toughing me sending shivers down my spine. It was late and everyone was asleep, Harry whispered in my ear : ‘I’m going to sleep babe, don’t be too late.’ Winked at me and kissed my cheek, only a kiss on the cheek made me unable to act like a normal human being. All the air that I had was gone.

He stood up and walked up the stairs, I watched the movie that was now almost over. The credits rolled by and everyone went home except Niall that wanted to stay, I sent him a smile his way and hugged him. I didn’t know why but I needed affection from someone who would understand me, even though I didn’t know much about Niall I knew that he knew what I was going through. I smiled at him again and went up in my room, I opened the door. I looked around the room and I didn’t see Harry, weird I thought. It was until I heard the door close beside me and someone holding me still on the wall. A smirk grew on the face of the person in front of me, Harry.

‘It seems that you want to kiss me.’ he murmured, hot breath on my neck.

‘I never said that it was you.’ I whispered, my own words being against me. My voice uncertain.

‘Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure you put that outfit for me love.’ Looking through me as if I was a book.

The next move unprepared for, he smashed his lips on mine. Trying to get a reaction from me, I was not going to respond. Forcing the kiss so that he would get me to kiss him back, he groaned of frustration and starting kissing the soft spot on my neck. Struggling to keep my moans to myself, the alcohol still burning in my blood I let out a small moan which seemed to please Harry who was smirking. Pressing his lips against mine again, I had no choice but to kiss him back. My attraction for him was undeniable, he tried to make an entry for his tongue which I denied. He smiled, acknowledging my reaction. Detached his lips from mine and went to sleep, murmuring a quick goodnight. I was left, my back still on the wall and confused. I kissed the enemy back, my kidnapper. What was wrong with me? The problem wasn’t that I kissed him back… It was that I felt something while kissing him.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

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-Sabrina