Knowing You, by Loving You (1D fan fic )

Chapter Fifteen: Wasted

Note:

Sorry kung matagal na naman nakapag-update. Super hectic talaga. I’m so sorry. Tyaka yung chapter na ‘to, napakalaki ng kinuhang kaluluwa sa akin bago ako maglakas loo bi-type ‘to. Kasi naman, haaay. Basahin niyo na nga lang XD

~EP

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Chapter 15 - Wasted

>Ali<

“Help guys! Please!” sigaw ni Louis na halata naming hirap na hirap. Mas ewan pa nga kay Zayn yung itsura niya eh. Parang natatae?

Kinuha ko nalang si Harry galing sa balikat niya tapos nagpasalamat ako.

“Harry? Are you ok?” tanong ko habang inupo ko siya sa couch katabi ni Niall. Inirapan lang siya ni Blonde. Grabe ang bipolar ah.

“One more shot, babe” sabi niya habang pilit na binubuksan yung mata niya.

“Seriously? You can’t even open your eyes properly!” inalog ko yung katawan niya para magising. “And look at you! You’re wasted!”

“Wasted? Do I look like a garbage can to you? I’m Harold Edward Styles!”

“Oh come on!” a growl of frustration excaped my mouth. Oh my god! Why do he had to be drunk. “Let’s just get you dressed” I commanded.

“Dressed?” he said seductively. “You’re getting me naked?” I rolled my eys.

“Ugh. Hell no. Just stand up and let’s go upstairs”

He processed my words for awhile and stood in a staggering pace. I let him walk to the stairs and helped him walk while he drenched me into the bitter smell of alchohol and cigarettes. It disgusts me, really, especially when we’re on the last three steps when he looked at me. Those bright green eyes are gone and it was replaced by the pale ones. He stared at me lovingly before. Unlike now, that those eyes are now submerged in different liquids that made him like this.

I sighed while realizing that all will be gone tomorrow.

I heaved him into our room and propped him onto the bed. I carefully undid his buttons and removed his polo. It’s wet of course. It has all those beer and sweat. Disgusted, I threw it in the hamper and walked towards the closet.

When I found a piece of decent clothing, I headed for him. But instead of taking the shirt I handed to him, he pushed me towards the wall.

Breath rasped.

Five inches.

Four.

Three.

Two.

And he crashed his hungry lips into mine. He kissed me deeply and I returned it. Lost in my thoughts. He sent out groans during the kiss and I don’t know why.

Our lips are on perfect sync. My world is found on his kiss. His lips are my paradise. So soft, but there is a deep thing about it. That fact makes me want to kiss him more. He cupped his hands on my face and made it more heavenly, deeper and goddamn sweet.

His curls tentatively tickled my forehead which makes it a lot cuter. I can’t believe I have someone like him.

He licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I almost accepted it. But it’s wrong. Everything about it is wrong. I pushed him away and said, “What the fu-“ but he cut me by kissing me.

Hungrily.

Deeply.

With his tongue.

I feel hot sweat dripping. He strikes my tongue as if saying, “Is that all you got?”

I do not know. But our tongues fight in our mouth.

I touched his mop of curls and pulled it furiously.

I want more. I need more.

He wants more. He needs more.

But it’s all wrong.

He broke away from our kiss and started kissing my neck. Hands on my waist.

Moving to my shirt buttons.

“Harry...” I stated, holding back the tears. “Please stop” I pleaded. “This is wrong. Nothing of these are right.”

“What?” he whispered on my neck, still unbuttoning my polo. This time I let the tears flow. I couldn’t do anything but cry. And the tears can’t stop flowing.

“Stop!” I shouted. “That’s what I said!” I ran. Away from that room. Away from him.

I rubbed my neck on the spot that he kissed. I was disgusted.

I was crying.

I was alone.

I was unclean.

Just when I was about to go down the stairs, I felt his strong hands on my arms, pulling me furiously to the room back again.

“Enough! What is wrong with you, Harry?” I can’t help but shout. I was pulling myself out of his grip.

“The real question is, what the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted angrily at my ear.

Crying, I replied, “There’s nothing wrong with me! But there’s something wrong with you! I’m not a whore, Harry! Neither am I a slut! Don’t include me in this stupid insanity!”

“I just want to have fun! Besides, you’re my girlfriend!” he scowled digging his fingernails in my hand.

“Don’t reason out that shit! I agreed in this relationship because of love. And by the things you’re doing? You’re not worthy”

“I know you want it! Why won’t you just give it?” he said loosening his grip.

I pulled my hand disgustingly. I slapped him with all og my anger.

“Well, guess what? I don’t want it! Go fuck yourself!” I screamed loudly.

I ran off the stairs seeing the others with wide eyes. So do I still have to deal with them?

“Ali! What happened?” they asked.

“As if you care!” I shrieked making their jaws open.

My jaw tensed. I was biting my tongue because of my anger. Just then, I ran.

Away from that house.

Away from them.

And most of all,

Away from Harry.

My eyes burned from what happened.

And I’m surprised, the clouds are crying too.

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Alam niyo na kung bakit antagal ako nag-update? Kasi naman diba? Susko. Nung nagtatype ako diring diri ako, ano kaya yung pumasok sa isip namin nun nung sinusulat naming ‘to? XD Blame El, she wrote this. HAHAHA :P Peace Shai (^_^)V

Ede yun! Natapos na rin. Pasensya na sa nabasa. Kailangan lang kasi sa plot build up.

~EP :)))