Out of Hand (One Direction/Harry)

Chapter 25: We'll Talk

"What is tha..." The shower stops running and he doesn't finish. Harry's hand grabs my wrist, he drags me outside the room.

I try to think about an excuse because I know he wants to know what "That makes me confused" means, but I'm not sure I know.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He whispers as he lets go of my wrist.

"Um...I meant that, it makes me confused because you're so bipolar with me. One day you're nice and the other you're criticizing my every mo..."

We hear footsteps coming closer to the door and we rush down the stairs.

"My every move and now you're here telling me you want to make me feel good while you're hooking up with my best friend. You can't fucking do that!" My tone changes from calm-talk to argument in seconds when I realize how insolent he is.

"You know I can, and I am going to." He laughs and walks towards the door the leads to the backyard.

I can't believe I'm actually having this conversation, I should've stopped it when he mentioned wanting to make me feel good. 

"Where are you going!" I shout and follow him outside.

"Calm down, I'm just smoking a fag." He takes the small cigarette package that I used at Zayn's, it seems endless.

"Oh." I blurt out.

"You want?" He pulls the cigarette out and places it between his lips.

"No, thanks." I say and he pulls out a yellow lighter from his pocket. I notice his knuckles and how his skin is so incredibly pale that I can see his veins. He inhales and I see his chest growing wider as he sucks the deadly air inside his lungs. He drags his fingers through his hair with the hand holding the cigarette, dropping some ashes on it; and places his stuff back inside his pocket. His eyes meet mine and his look is so calm and it's so absurd because I'm a mess inside. Harry's gaze changes and he examines my body, sending shivers all over by the thoughts of all the stuff he could me doing to me. By the second puff I realize we were having an argument.

"You see, stop acting like you couldn't careless." I finally speak.

"Why? I don't." The words come out of his mouth as slow as the smoke does.

"Yes you do, fucking admit it!" I shout in a mocking way, trying to calm down the tension in the room because I'm scared of what he might say to me that'll convince me. 

He doesn't say anything, but instead he inhales the last puff from his fag before throwing it on the grass and stepping on it. He looks down to the ground for a few seconds.

"I will, when you do." His head moves up again and there's a slight smirk on his face.

"I don't." I say looking down at my hand and picking the dirt out of my nails.

Seconds feel like minutes and I don't look back up to him until I feel his hand on my chin, pulling my head up. I can see his eyes switching from side to side to look at mine. My entire body is burning.

"Whatever." I say and turn around because if I don't I will jump on him and give him exactly what he wants.

He grabs my wrist before I can walk far enough. "Come here." He says with that tone that kills me inside. I don't pull back and he pulls me in front of him. 

Fuck.

"You know exactly how good I can make you feel." He places my hair behind my ear, tickling a little bit.

"I can touch you and talk to you and make you feel things you haven't before." He says while putting his hands on each of my shoulders and sliding them down towards the tips of my fingers.

"And you know it and want it." His hands pull my arms around his neck and I can't help but slide my fingers through his soft hair.

"It's too bad we can't have it." Harry's hands move to my hips and he pushes me close to him, closing the small gap between us and making our crotches touch. I can't stop myself from closing my eyes from the pleasure it produces inside me.

"Because you're so scared of getting caught or of simply doing the wrong thing." He's now whispering in my ear and I can feel his hot breath on my ear. I let my hands fall down to his chest to create a small distance. "Well let me tell you Raine, it's not wrong if you want it this bad. At least not for me." 

"I.." I'm interrupted by Harry's fucking marimba ringtone. I know it means the conversation is over so I let go of his chest.

"Yea, I'm still here, Raine was just showing me some shit in the backyard." I know it's Acacia and I walk back inside to see her walking down the stairs. I really want her to fucking leave now.

"Hey hottie." I say, obviously lying.

"Hey, I cleaned your bathroom." She says.

"Nice." 

Harry comes inside. Acacia is now at the door and Harry is behind her. 

"Bye." She sings as she walks towards her car and I start closing the door behind them.

"Oh shit wait!" Harry says and pushes the door open again. He takes the keys from the key holder next to the door. "We'll talk about this." He whispers and I roll my eyes.

[I know it's short, but I'll probably update super soon. Please continue to vote and omfg leave your feedback because i LOVE FEEDBACK YAY.]