Just Can't Let Her Go

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

{A/N This chapter is a little more mature. Nothing very dirty at all, but just a warning. Please if you are like under eight, don't read this and turn into some weirdo stalker crazy. Please... just no. Also, reminder that this is in no way meant to offend the great and god-like mister Styles. SO don't send me no stupid hate comment, telling me to change this and take Harry out of it. Cuz it ain't happenin'!!!!}

Breaking and Entering

Harry stuffed the key into the lock, jiggling it a bit and then swiftly jerking it to the right. He smiled as the door unlocked and he could nudge the door open easily with his foot. He entered the apartment as if he owned the place feeling back on top of his game.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do. First, he tugged his jacket off and then lifted his shirt over his head. He looked down at his muscled torso, pleased by how well built he was. He took pride in his physique.

Cracking his knuckles before setting off to her bedroom. When he finally reached the room him smiled deleriously. He couldn't handle himself. Her bedroom. Alicia spent night after night locked away in here. He had stalked her many a time, but never had imagined he'd actually be inside of it. Harry deeply inhaled her scent something very feminine, yet sexy and bold. It smelled like it had strong undertones of creamy musky and cinnamon or something of that nature in it. Whatever that divine scent was he was in dire need of it.

His large feet led him to her dresser. Large hands delicately picked up her lingerie. The black soft silk slipping between his fingertips, and he found this to be just so sexy. Harry groaned to himself, fantasizing about the life they could have together. He pulled it closer to his bare just and held it close. Inhaling that heavenly scent. Her scent. His green eyes shut, and slid it down his body. Imagining them together.

A noise out in the hallway drew him from his thoughts. He tucked her lingerie back into the drawer neatly. Making it appear as if nothing had happened. He put his shirt back on, and hurried out of the apartment with a bulge in his jeans.

Relief washed over him when a small calico ran across his feet. He let out a huff of air, and locked the door behind himself. Shoving the key back in his pocket. He jogged out to his car and hurried back to the hospital.

Once, he arrived he found out which hall she was working on; the trauma center. Harry looked around for a place where he could be obscured. He had done this for months so easily knew how to make his way around.

He heard her soft angelic voice, and slipped into an empty room quickly. Harry left it open a crack, and observed this awful scene.

Alicia was sitting on the corner of a patients bed. Her arm wrapped around a young man's shoulder. He appeared to be about her age. His pupils dialated in terror. The simple fact that she was touching him, and holding him close was enough to enrage him. His hands balled up into fist and his jaw clenched. He was barely able to hold himself back. But he knew he had to.

Harry couldn't hear what was being said, but he didn't really care either.

Alicia was with a patient who had fallen victim to head on collision, in which he had lost his family. A wife and a child. He didn't cause it, but still felt awful he had made it through and not ensued their fate.

Moved by compassion, she reached out and embraced the man. A completely innocent gesture.

Harry knew then that he had to leave, right then. He waited until Alicia had went back to report to the nurses station, and went to the elevator on the other end of the hallway. Completely undetected.

He went out to his car and locked himself inside the car. He took his large fist into the dash and steering wheel. Grunting and venting all his frustration out with his blows. He then shoved his pockets and felt the edge of the pictures. He pulled them out to just admire them simply. Harry smiled and ran his finger all along the picture.

This soothed him. Put his nerves back in whack. Harry could place himself back into a delerious state with the sight of her beauty. Calm and collected Harry returned. He had control over himself now.

He sat in there with this vague smile; right until he saw his gorgeous angel come out of the hospital. He got out of the car to greet her. His tall lean figure leaned back against the car and he gave her a sexy smirk.

Alicia ran to Harry, so so very glad to see him. "Harry." She said with a smile. She was so full of gratitude towards him. The tall blonde pulled him into a hug, and placed a kiss on his cheek. She realised then that she started to feel something more than just gratitude towards him.

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. She hugged him. She kissed him. Only on the cheek, but it was still a kiss. A sign of intimacy. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and hugged her close, pressing their bodies. She didn't pull away from him, loving the way his warmth encased her, but all good things have to come to an end.

Harry missed her body pressed against his, immensely. "Harry, you've been so good to me. Let me cook you some dinner, yeah?" Alicia's soft voice rang through his ears. Harry shook his head. "Oh, no, no, lets cook together." He offered as he ushered into the car.

After the short car ride back to Harry's apartment they had successfully gotten her duffel bag toted inside and unpacked into Harry's drawers. Harry got a thrill from this, because it felt like to him that she was practically moving in. Oh how he delighted in thoughts such as that.

Harry had went into the kitchen to get out the supplies for their simple meal, consisting of steak and salad. While, Alicia had went to slip into something more casual. She changed into a pair of skinny jeans and bustier top that was black and small white polka dots on it. It came down to the bottom of her rib cages and looked cute on her. She went back into the kitchen to see if Harry was done getting the supplies out, and was graced by the appearance of his beautiful smile.

Harry had placed his coat, that contained the key and the pictures on the couch nonchalantly and had gotten everything out; skillet, bowl, butter, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, dressings, banana peppers, salt, pepper, steak meat, and all the steak sauces and rubs. He looked up when he heard the light sounds of feet padding across the cool floor. He was beyond intrigued with her appearance.

Everything about it. How she felt comfortable with her body. The jeans caressed the soft curves she had, and the top made his heart pound with desire and lust. He could see the build of her body. The smooth skin of her abdomen. A little freckle she had on her right breast. Even down to the tempting cleavage it showed.

Dear god he wanted her. He wanted her so bad, but he reminded himself that he would in fact attain her love if he kept himself together. His cheek even still tingled from the sensation of her plump pink lips on his skin.

All Harry could manage to do properly was smile brightly at her. He knew he could contain himself. He just need a moment and a half.