Opposites.

Chapter 71.

"Delilah.." Brian says slowly studying Harry.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" I stutter starring at him.

"We need to talk.." Brian says looking back and forth between Harry and I.

"About?" Harry's deep and raspy voice sounds threatening.

"This doesn't concern you." Brian snaps making Harry's scoff. Brian has all the right to be angry at me, not Harry, but me. I'm the one who left him. I'm the one who screwed everything up. I'm to blame.

"I need to talk to Delilah.. Alone." Brian sighs trying to have some patients.

"I-" I try but Harry cuts me off.

"I'm not leaving you and her alone. No way in hell." Harry says with all seriousness starring at him.

"Let's go talk." I say quietly not wanting anyone to fight.

"He's coming?" Brian asked softly starring into my eyes. I glance at him, then back to my feet.

"Yes" I know Harry isn't going to leave my side and if I try to tell him he can't go there will be a huge fight. "But can we talk tomorrow.. I'm tired and cold."

"Of course. Will you call me tomorrow do we know where to meet and what time?" Brian asks stepping closer to me, big mistake. Harry steps slightly infront of me. Making Brian glare at him, I feel Harry tense and hold me tighter.

"I'll call you. Now bye." Harry snaps pulling me inside, leaving a guy I broke.

I slide down into the warm bubbly water. Turning the faucet off with my toes and sink lower, the water just above my nose. This is relaxing, just what I needed. I hear knocking at the door, knowing it's Harry.

"Can I come in?" Harry asks, the doors unlocked, I'm not sure why he didn't just barge in.

"Sure" I mumble hearing the doorknob turn.

"Hey" Harry says plainly sitting down on the edge of the tub. I mumble a response back my eyes still closed. "You alright..?"

"I'm okay." I sit up, opening my eyes.

"Hand me a towel?" I ask Harry, he nods grabbing the large fluffy towel. I stand up, wrapping the towel around myself, I step out. Walking towards the bedroom, Harry following close behind me, not saying a word. He sits down on the bed, watching me as I slip on a pair of panties, and one of his ROLLING STONES t-shirts. I sigh, rubbing my face. What does Brian want? Of course he wants answers to his questions,

"Baby.." Harry whispers, his strong pair of arms wrapping around my body, pulling me into his chest. "You don't have to go.."

"No, I do."

"No, you don't." Harry argues with me. "I can just go." I let out a laugh, there's no way in hell Harry and Brian are going to be alone.

"HA. funny."

"Let's lay down." I smile at Harry, climbing into the bed, Harry walking to the other side. I lay my head on the pillow, getting under the comforter.

"This is all too stressful." I mumble closing my eyes. I feel Harry come closer, his hot breathe against my lip as his hand moves to my waists

"I can relax you baby girl.." His voice husky. I smile slightly, as Harry pushes me into my back, hovering over me as his lips softly kiss my neck, nibbling and sucking, making sure to leave a mark. Harry's left hand travels down my body, applying pressure onto my sensitive area.

"You like this?" His voice slow and steady. My breaths become sharper and shorter, I gasp as two fingers enter me, making me buck my hips up. His fingers move fast and in a circular motion, giving me a huge amount of pleasure.