Out of Hand (One Direction/Harry)

Chapter 32: Secret Hopes

I wrap the towel I had previously placed near the shower around my body. I walk to the room and open the drawers to find something comfortable, looking up at the drawer's mirror I notice a dark purple bruise on my neck. Acting with paranoia I dry my hair and change to the closest thing I have to a turtle neck. Taking the image of a cigarette off of my mind I end up applying make up to it and covering it with my hair, lucky for me, it works.

I bet Harry's not even a bit concerned about today, he's probably just laying in bed with Acacia, ignoring my existence. And it's pathetic really because I still feel euphoric when I close my eyes and think about his hands all over me. I wish it would just stop mattering to me but it doesn't seem to leave my stupid mind.

I grab my bag and take out my books to get some work done. Time flies and it's already 5pm by the time I finish all my homework, my mother is supposed to arrive in an hour. I decide to go downstairs to get some food and as I do, my phone rings, it's Daniel.

"Hey." I say as I search through the shelves.

"Hey, how was your day?" I can hear him chew on something.

"It was...um...long." I can only think of Harry.

"We haven't, you know, talked in a long time." Daniel's offer to make me feel what Harry makes me feel is convincing, but my mother is coming soon.

"I guess." I stay silent.

"Can I come over?" He finally asks.

"Sure, but my mother's coming soon." I inform him.

"Oh, we could just, I don't know I'll just go."

"Okay." I say and he hangs up.

I take a cereal box and pour some milk in a bowl. I hear someone jumping down the stairs and Oceane comes inside the kitchen.

"Nice work of art that you've got there." She points at my neck and I pull my hair to the side. "I guess Daniel's having fun." Fuck Daniel's coming over.

I take a spoonful of cereal and rush upstairs to cover it up once again. The concealer does a pretty good job, but I know it won't last more than a couple hours.

"You won't believe who my partner from the school's buddy thing is." Oceane says as he comes inside my room without knocking.

"I don't know mine yet. Who's yours?"

"I know you don't because they're giving us the first assignment tomorrow, but since Zayn works for the school now he saw the list and Niall's my partner!"

"You don't even know Niall why are you so excited?"

"Because he seems like a funny guy. You two are close right?"

"He is very funny, and yes we're close friends."

"That's nice, mom's finally coming, it feels longer than four weeks." She says and I finally finish covering this bruise that will remind me for the next couple of days how stupid I am.

"I know, it feels longer." I say honestly. It's been four weeks since I met Harry.

"Do you think she'll mind me and Zayn being together again?" She asks with a small percent of nervousness in her tone.

"Not at all, she loves Zayn." I asure her.

My phone rings and Oceane leaves. 

"Open the door." Daniel says through the phone and I go down the stairs.

I open the door and his hair is wet and pulled back. He's wearing a white tee and light jeans, he looks so hot. 

"Hey, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" I ask him as he walks inside.

"We could order food, if you want." He offers.

"Sure, let's watch a movie or something." I say and walk upstairs. Daniel follows me.

He walks inside my room for the hundredth time and when I close the door the air doesn't have any tension on it, which is kind of disappointing. I grab my computer and sign him to lay on the bed, he takes his shoes off and lays down next to me as I browse for movies to watch. This has been the longest day of my life. We decide to watch Midnight in Paris and I place the computer on his lap and my head on his chest. I start feeling sleepy at minute thirty of the movie, my eyelids can barely stay apart so I turn around to look at Daniel. A small grin on his face forms before he talks.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." I say literally begging for a kiss.

He looks back to the screen and then back at me finally getting my message. He comes closer to me and his lips finally touch mine, our tongues eventually touching but the effort I'm giving is too much for the dull feeling this sexual act is giving me so I back off and turn back around, closing my eyes and secretly hoping to have another encounter with Harry. 

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