PLEASE VOTE GUYS! I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE OR NOT
With his fingers tangling in my hair, gently kissing my neck as he breathed raspily against my exposed skin, the door knocked again, only this time with a little more force. Choosing to ignore it once again, I guessed Harry must have known who it was and was just pretending that he wasn't home. The silence between us in that moment couldn't have been anymore blissfully perfect. As I stroked his cheek gently, I noticed a few cuts above his eyebrow and just to the side of his nose, some signs of swelling that I hadn't noticed before. Where had he been? What had been going on? I traced the cut just above his eyebrow carefully, causing him to wince, chewing his lower lip to stop him cursing and risking the person on the other side of the door knowing he was there. There were no footsteps on the other side, they were still there, a loud and angry knock confirmed that. Standing up, I threw on a long shirt, covering to just above my mid-thigh and opened the door quickly, Harry jumping down to the side of my bed. There stood a man, bleached blond hair, his eyes dark but he didn't seem to look like the threatening guy I was picturing to be behind the door. He looked more like a... soft grunge band member... Looked pretty feeble to be honest.
"Harry here...?" he asked abruptly.
"Excuse me?! Kindly remove yourself from my fucking doorway you delusional dipshit..." I retorted
"Sorry, do you know who I am?"
"Michael I'm guessing? Yeah, well you sit on a throne of lies mate so just leave. Harry isn't even here...." Oops, maybe I shouldn't have angered him, that was stupid of me.
"Really? Explain the trail of lovebites all across your collar bone then! Yeah, I thought so... You must be the whore then..." Michael smirked, but before I had any time to answer his statement, I felt Harry beside me, gently moving me from the door and pinning Michael to the wall by the throat.
"Listen here you selfish little bastard. We all know who the whore is here. Don't ever talk to her like that again! I swear to fuck Michael, I'm so close to leaving your shitfest of a 'company'! I feel like I'm working for the goddamn mafia for the love of Christ! I'm sorry shit went down at Malik's and I wasn't there to deal with him, but I will be next time. I'll go after I deliver to Payne, Horan and Sheeran tonight, yeah? So back off and leave me the fuck alone! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were my stalker! Following me around everywhere! Well Michael, this isn't fucking Twitter mate! So back off, I'm not in to guys, yeah?! Leave me and my girlfriend alone, I'll see you tonight at Cal's..." Harry seethed, his neck veins violently pressed against his skin with a furrowed brow, anger and tension filling the now silent room as Michael fell to the floor. After a swift kick to the ribs while he was down, he picked himself up and left the room, doubled over in pain.
I just looked at Harry for a moment. What had he just called me? He looked straight at me, lust in his eyes as he backed me down on to the bed again. I could feel his hands gripping the top of my thighs lightly, causing my to stifle back a small moan and him to smirk slightly. As he lay down, I straddled him, resting just on his crotch, but I wasn't giving in this time.
"Who's Malik...? Horan...? Sheeran...? Payne...? Cal...?" I whispered against his neck smirking, sucking on it gently.
"C-Clients..." He mumbled under his breath.
"And 'mafia' ? Where did that come from babe..?" I asked, drawing out my last words as I nipped at his bare skin, causing him to tremble under me with my hands down his boxers.
"Um...Nowhere...." He hesisted.
"That's how you wanna play it?" I asked, rubbing my hand against him, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to do it again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't too, but not after this...
"I'm not playing anything Soph..." he whined, tracing my entrance with his fingers threatening to slip in again.
"No Harry, I know exactly what you are... I know who he is. My dad owns the tattoo place remember, you guys all go there, I know who the all are! Fucking drug addicts! You're a dealer! You probably take them too! You're probably higher than the Empire State right now!" I raged, pulling away from him, drawing my hand back and slapping him across the jaw hard before slipping on my shorts and leaving the room
