At 3:30, he stumbled through the hotel room, clearly highly intoxicated from something. Standing with my back to him, I felt Harry's strong, familiarly muscular arms wrap around my waist, his breathing short with his raspy voice, tickling my neck as the air from each breath struck my bare skin, causing shivers to errupt down my spine.
"Well hello there..." I smiled, looking up at him, expecting him to reciprocate my happiness.
"Hi..." He spoke plainly, no hint of expression to his face or voice, all except his eyes. Darkness, emptiness seemed to fill them, like nothing I'd ever seen before in my life. Something muc more sinister than I could ever have imagined to be looking back at me from the quiet, loving boy who stood before me only mere hours ago, teasing me, leaving happily for work. There was something more to this, but I didn't dare ask. Harry's grip around my waist seemed to tighten, lacking the genuine caring effect that I had so often felt when we'd met. This wasn't Harry. Not the harry I knew anyways. Something much different. Mysterious.
As I slowly backed away from him, he pulled me closer still, turning me around to face him before backing me in to the wall, smiling, but it lacked happiness. Something dark was behind it, as it curled on his lips, meanicingly, as he looked in to my eyes, staring deeper, over taking my thoughts, looked deep in to my soul. Slowly, surely, Harry started to kiss up my neck, sucking gently on tender patches of skin from the previous night, but there was something far different this time. It shouldn't feel like this, I shouldn't like this. Completely dominating, he slammed his hips in to mine, pushing me closer to the wall. His lips eventually trailled from my neck along to my lips, crashing hard, fighting for the power he already had, me being to weak and transfixed to fight back. Gently, he traced circles on my hips, causing me to buck up in to his, making him smirk against my lips as he sloppily placed kisses, showing me exactly what he wanted. I didn't want to give in, but what chocie did I have? I had to let him do this. If I didn't give in to his cravings, it looked as though something much worse was gonna happen to me. Harry wasn't the type to percivere, if he wanted something, he'd get it no matter what. Slowly going over to the bed, I lay down, feeling his weight on top of me lightly, his hands slowly making their way up my thighs, despite my urge to protest. It wasn't that I didn't want to do this with him, because to tell you the truth, since I seen him in that light this morning, it's all I'd been hungering for all day, never left my mind, but his current state was scaring me. It wasn't until he start to unbutton my shirt, trailing his hands freely up my chest that I realized the cut just above his eye, still bleeding lightly.
"Harry, what happened to your e-...." I was cut off when I felt his lips come in contact with the skin on my stomach, biting my lower lip to keep myself silent, much to his delight and my frustration. I was gonna have to go throughh with this, wasn't I? Running ym fingers slowly through his mass of curls, I heard him moan softly, clearly he knew I was caving, giving in to him, he was gettign what he wanted and this satisfyed him deeply. As he removed my jeans, his hand came in contact with my upper thigh, making me breathe out his name quietly, begging him to give me what I now desired, but he was gonna play this one. He was gonna make me want him so badly, until I couldn't take it anymore. Instead of giving in to his own cravings, he got slightly lower, running his tongue lightly up the inside of my thigh to the top, making me quiver slightly, tremble, call out his name under my breathe, not able to take much more of his teasing, already feeling butterflies in my stomach as his fingers traces my entrance, coming ever closer to my throbbing core...
But just then, the door knocked.....
