Cuts

Ch 18. Seduction

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Chapter 18 - Seduction


Stephie's POV

"Where are we goin-" He cut me by placing a finger on my lips.

"Shh!" He said and stumbled on the stairs.

"Looks like someone drank too much!" I laughed.

"You should not be saying that.. You made me drink that." He got up and pushed me lightly into a room and locked the room behind himself.

"What are you doi-" He cut me again. He doesn't even let me speak.

Reflexively my hands pushed him to the door and I went to sit on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest. He came towards me and towered over me. I huffed.

He leaned into me until my back hit the bed. My breathing hitched more every second. He caught my right hand and put it on his shoulder. He did the same with my left hand. I stared at his face while he carefully played with my hands. My hands came in contact with each other and I locked them behind his neck. Instinctively my eyes closed, trying to absorb the scene happening.

He started to stand straight up, I was short so I snaked my legs around his waist.

I finally opened my eyes to find his green orbs staring straight into my brown ones. We were all tangled up. We stared at each other before he asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" All I know right now is that I don't want the feeling to go away.

"I don't know." I don't lie.

"Just tell me when to stop okay?" He looked vulnerable all of a sudden. This was a different Harry Styles than the one that I knew.

"Okay." I breathed and my grip tightened behind his neck.

His head slowly moved to my neck, my eyes immediately shut. He started placing kisses on my neck while his hands digged in my waist. A hesitant moan slipped from my mouth to which he suddenly stopped.

"Do that again." He ordered.

"What?" My voice barely audible.

He didn't reply instead he slipped the jacket from my arms. My one hand played with his hair while other stayed on his back.

"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath and another moan slipped from my mouth when he licked a spot behind my ear.

"Found it." I could feel his smirk as he licked the sensitive spot again. My hands gripped on his back, pulling on his tshirt.

His face moved up to my jawline and my eyes opened to admire the way his face moved. He kissed my jawline before his lips came to brush with mine, teasing me. He opened his eyes and smirked again. He repeated his movements staring right into my orbs. I was already tempted. Then pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, teasing me further. My hand went to the back of his head in a hurry and pushed it into my face. His lips crashed into mine and within seconds his tongue was inside my mouth, without my permission. He didn't seem to mind that I was new at this. Maybe the beer.

I always wondered to which extent the seducing power of this boy could go on. Now I realised that the extent doesn't exist. Sometimes I really wonder how can a person like him be real.

We pulled apart after sometime, a long time. My lips were swollen and my hair seemed to be ugly. I put my head on his shoulder and my legs began to ache. They have been snaked around him for a long time, I bet he must be more tired.

I tried to pull apart from him and to my luck he noticed and softly leaned down again so that I could be back on the bed.

The next second he was out of his black converse and lifted his shirt off his head.

"Stop seducing me." The beer spoke for me. Great.

His lips instantly turned into a seductive smirk. Everything about him was seducing me right now. Literally everything.

He sat on the bed beside me and patted his jeans covered thighs for me to come and straddle him. What is it with him for me to always be on top of him?

I laughed at the double meaning it gave.

I pushed off my heels and went to straddle him and put my head again on his shoulder while my hand traced the tattoo on his chest.

"This one's new?" I remember his chest was tattoo free when I saw him last. Only his arm was full of them.

"Yeah, just got it yesterday."

His hands played with my hair, twirling it. This is the cutest thing he's ever done.

"How many do you have?" He asked.

"How many do you have?" He asked.

"What?"

"Tattoos."

"Uh.. I got two."

"And what are those?" He demanded.

"You remember this one?" I said, showing him the little compass made on my wrist.

"And?"

"This one." I showed him my cross made on my other wrist, on the side of my hand, below the tiny finger.

"I have this one too."

"You do?" I raised my head from his shoulder to get a better view of his face.

"See?" He put his hand on my pants covered thigh, showing me the cross on the back of his palm. I put mine next to his.

"Wow." They were alike. Exactly same.

"They're same." He said, looking at me.

"Yeah." I said and he crashed his lips all of a sudden with mine again. I smiled into the kiss.

His hands went to my waist to turn my body to make it face opposite of him, to get a better angle. I was still straddling him and my legs snaked around his waist again. I liked this position.

He cupped my face to deepen the face. My hands took their earlier position, in his hair. I loved his hair.

His hands moved from my face to my bare shoulders and then to the bare of my back making circles on it, and sending chills through the whole body.

We pulled apart for a couple of seconds to catch our breaths. His head moved to my neck.

His hand started pulling the zipper of the top down slowly as he sucked on the skin on my neck. I didn't object. I didn't want to.

Then something struck my mind that ruined the whole of my mood, that I wish never did. The birthday girl. Jennifer.

"Harry?" I whispered. My body still in the shock of what he was doing to me.

"Hmm?" He looked up to meet my eyes, leaving a hickey on my neck.

"Nothin'." I said and closed my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder while his hand made circles on my back. I pushed the thought back.

He pulled my face up and placed a soft kiss on my lips while his hand trailed up and down my back. I started feeling guilty. I can;t take it any longer.

"Harry.. stop." I whimpered.

"Why?" I opened my eyes to find a unreadable face of him.

"You can't do.. I can't.." I struggled for words. Fuck, how do I say this?

"I can't what?"

"You can't be.." I stammered. "You can't be cheating on Jennifer," I breathed. "with me."

"I'm not cheating on her." What?

"What do you mean?" I pulled my head up and looked straight into his eyes.

"I broke up with her." His face held no emotion.

"Wha- When?" This can't be the reason he's here with me. Can it? Fuck, it can't!

"Earlier this night." I got up from his lap.

"Why are you asking this now?" Is he fucking kidding me?

"That was the reason you pulled me here, wasn't it?" I got up from the bed and the top slipped down from the body, leaving me in my black strapless bra.

"No- What are you thinking! It's nothin' like that!" He yelled at me. I am the one who is supposed to be shouting.

"You used me. You fucking used me!" My voice rose up and my vision started to blur because of the tears that started to pile up.

"God Steph! No I didn't. We were never really together!"

"That doesn't make any sense!" I shouted louder than him, meaning every single word I said.

"Why would I use you?" He got up too this time.

"You've done it before also.. with Zayn. You think of me as a damn whore, don't you?" It all makes sense now.

"Stop making things up. It's not what you're thinking!" He pulled on his hair.

I didn't think a second more and grabbed the knob of the door and unlocked it. I stormed out before he could stop me or even try to. Why would he even try?

The hallway was empty. I reached the stairs and some punk dark haired boy smirked at me. I continued to walk down but he cought me by the wrist and look at me from up to down. I looked down too. Fuck I was halfway undressed. Fuck the beer. Fuck!

"Leave me." The anger was boiling up.

"You look hot Stephanie." The guy said in my ear, coming closer and cought ahold of the other wrist.

How does he know my name?

"Who are you?" I blinked to see clearly.

"Aw you forgot me?" He mocked. I tried to free my hands, I couldn't. He was way more stronger.

"Leave me you asshole!" He came closer to my face, I turned it. His smoky breath on my face as he spoke.

"Asshole?" What the hell he wants from me? Can't he grab some other pretty as fuck girl to play with?

"What?" I fired back when his hand went to my back.

"How can you forget me Stephanie?" I shook my head trying to clear the effect made by the drinks and the tears.

When I could see clearly I saw a smirking Zayn. My breathing stopped. What is he doing here?

His trailed his finger from my neck down to the waistline of my pants.

"Looks like a hickey. You're a bad girl, aren't you?"

I didn't reply and he repeated his movements.

"Stop it." I practically begged to him.

His fingers went to my chest and stopped infront of the middle if it, his fingers hovering over my bra. Tears started piling up again.

"Should I-" He was cut off by someone else shouting his name from afar. Harry.

"Zayn! Get away from her!" Zayn's grip on my wrist tightened to the point where it started to hurt.

"I said get the fuck away from her!" He shouted again at him and grabbed his shirt, pulling Zayn towards himself.

"You're going to fight me for this whore, Styles?"







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