Out of Hand (One Direction/Harry)

Chapter 28: God Yes

I grab my usual granola and yogurt and make my way to Daniel’s everyday place. Niall and George are already there, lucky for me Harry isn’t. 

“I thought you weren’t together anymore.” Niall says with his mouth full.

“We are.” Daniel informs him and puts his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer for a kiss.

 “Are what?” Harry’s voice interrupts our kiss. He sits next to me. 

  Fuck.

“Together.” Daniel blurts out.

I shove a whole lot of granola and yogurt inside of my mouth to avoid looking anxious.

“Oh.” Harry speaks and puts his hand on my thigh, squeezing is a bit and making me jump a little.

 Before I can push his hand away he moves it. I can’t live like this, with this constant temptation around me. Making me feel awfully guilty and every time I start to feel better about myself he comes back, it’s not a cycle because it isn’t constant, but I don’t want it to be. I don’t want to become someone I hate. At least he’s not coming over anymore.

The bell scares the thoughts out of me, but I am saved by it. I literally jump out of the table and into class. I sit and realize Ms. Duan is not here, it’s a tall man with brown hair and very white skin. 

“Hello class, I’m going to be your literature teacher for the rest of this school year. As you may have known, or not, Ms. Duan was having health problems and will have to take a break.” The new professor says. “I’m Mr. Jone or you can call me Jonah I don’t really mind.” He writes his name on the board and I feel like I know him from somewhere but I can’t figure it out. He sits down. “I know it’s my first day, but I need you all to write a two page essay about how you feel about Gatsby and Daisy. I want to get to know your essence and literate spirit. I want to read your feelings towards the way he changed for her and write about if it was worth it and if it wasn’t. I want a good essay, not a crappy one. You can start now if you wish. You have a week to complete it so no excuses.”

The only thing that comes to my mind after his instructions is hearing Harry’s opinion on this story. The rest of the classes are incomprehensible for me. I sleep all the way through yearbook and have to run to the library. Favorably, Harry isn’t there to complain. I go inside and place my bag on the table; I take out my laptop and start writing the essay.

Gatsby’s love for Daisy was unconditional, passionate, obsessive, and unrelenting. He continued to love her even when they were apart for five years and even when she refused to leave Tom. She was his one goal in life; he dedicated his everything to win her. Everything he did to become the man he became was for her -earning his money, buying the house across the bay, throwing extravagant parties- was all to win Daisy’s heart again. Gatsby did everything he could to make Daisy love him; he devoted his life to her memory. But was it really worth it throwing your life away to fulfill someone else’s?

“Yes, it’s worth it.” Harry’s voice takes a couple of seconds to sink in and bring me out of my anger towards this book.

“No it isn’t, it’s stupid and irritating to see how someone can dedicate their life to another person.” I say.

 “No it’s not, it’s fascinating.” Harry says and I close my laptop so he can stop looking at my stuff.  “The way he sacrifices his own being to try and win her again, it’s bloody fascinating.”

 “Exactly my point. Why would you sacrifice your own self and become someone else for another person? People are supposed to love you for you.” He sits on the chair next to me when I finish.

 “That’s what’s fascinating, when you love someone as much as Gatsby loved Daisy, you’re not yourself without them.” Harry says and I take a few seconds to analyze what he just said. His words come as an impact and almost make me forget he’s a fucking jerk for a few moments.

 “You’re late anyway.” I blurt out trying to change the subject.

 “I was doing the literature essay.” Harry says as he puts his head on his hand.

 “We were supposed to do that now.” I say and move from the chair to the table

 “We can do something else then.” He offers.

 “Like what?”

 “Like talk about our situation, if we may call it that.”

 His words literally sting me on the inside. I forgot about this and now he’s bringing it up. 

“I don’t wa...”

“But you do Raine. Just admit it and I’ll leave you alone.” Harry says and moves his head back up. What the fuck am I supposed to say?

 “What?” I say in attempt to win some time to think.

 “Admit that you like it when I touch you inappropriately and I’ll leave you alone.” He repeats.

“I like it when you touch me inappropriately.” I laugh a little, in a failed attempt to make it sound like I don’t mean it.

 Harry stands up in front of me. Both of his hands move to my face and make me look up to him. “Say it again.” He demands.

 I let a sigh out of my mouth. “I like it when you touch me inappropriately Harry.” He chuckles and looks away when I finish.

 “Again.” He repeats and does the same with my face.

 What a fucking freak.

 “I like it when you touch me inappropriately Harry. I hope that’s enough because I’m not repeating it again!” I shout.

“Stand up.” He tells me after letting go of my face.

“Wh..” Of course he doesn’t let me finish.

“Just stand up.” He orders me and moves back a few inches so I can stand.

I jump off the table and he runs his fingers through his hair before looking back at me.

 Harry sits on the table where I was sitting and his hands move to my hips. Bringing me between his legs, and when I look up at his face that little smirk on his face excites my entire body. 

God yes.

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