deviant // harry styles

8. KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH HIS SONG

killing me softly with his song: the fugees
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"I've been waiting to see you tremble beneath me."

"W-what do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down, now becoming shy.

"You'll see." He bit at the skin on my neck, and I squeezed his arms that were holding me against the wall out of impulse. He started sucking on my skin and I gently pushed him away.

"You can't leave a mark. If my daddy sees that, he'll blame Paul--,"

"Got it, princess," he snickers. He pulls my sweater down to expose my collarbone and a bit below. I took notice that he was trying not to touch or reveal my breasts whilst doing this.

He began to give me what the kids in my grade call a 'hickey' in the space directly below my left collarbone. His breath ticked me, giving me goosebumps. A moan fell from my mouth and he sighed, smiling in satisfaction.

"Harry, there's a party at the campus. Do you want to go?" Will's asked and knocked on the door. My eyes widened and I ran around him, jumping into his closet faster than Harry could've blinked his eyes.

The closet door was slightly translucent, as it was a closet with glass doors. You still couldn't see me perfectly through the door though, since the glass was textured. I tried to stuff myself between as many t-shirts and flannels as I could. I could hear Harry open the door.

"On campus? Who's throwing it?" Harry tries to sound as calm as possible, but I can tell it isn't working. He sounds almost frantic.

"Woah, dude, I didn't know I was intruding on your soon-to-be 'jack sesh'," Will says and starts laughing loudly. "No need to freak out, just tell me if you're going."

"I-I wasn't about to have a 'jack sesh'!" My cheeks are on fire, I can tell I'm the color of a tomato.

"Well, I know that isn't a banana in your pants and I know that you're not that excited to see me," Will continues to laugh like a hyena. I put two and two together and I start to choke, coughing as quietly as I can. Thank heavens Will was laughing so loud.

"Whatever, man, just tell me who's throwing the party," Harry desperately tries to change the subject.

"Veora. Patterson." There was a pause after Will announced this girl's name. I'm sure she was someone important by the way he said her name. "Come on, man. Veora, big jugs and long, black hair? Super smart but not boring?"

"Smart people aren't boring?"

"Whatever, doesn't matter. Are you going or not?" Harry sighs, walking over to the closet and leaning on it to completely cover me.

"Why don't we invite Hannah?" My eyebrows raise and I gasp, slapping a hand over my mouth silently.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not? She's gonna go to a crazy party one day and not be prepared. Who better to prepare her than her older brother and his best friend?" Excuse my language, but Harry was too damn good.

"No," Will said, and there was a pause. "Fine. Fine! I'll go ask her." Will walks out of the room, into mine and Harry opens the closet door. I shake my head and close it again, mouthing 'wait'. "Hannah!" Will shouts, and then goes down the stairs. I open the closet and quickly run passed Harry and into my room.

Harry scurries across the hallway and into my door frame trying to quietly talk to me. I grab a nail polish from my vanity and jump onto my bed, opening the bottle before finally looking up at Harry who wasn't even talking anymore.

"I'll be honest, I didn't hear a word you said," I say, out of breath.

"I said that I hope you decide to go. I want to show you something on campus," Harry says. "We don't even have to stay for ten minutes; once Will is preoccupied, he won't even notice we are gone--"

"Hannah? I was looking for you," Will pops up from the stairs.

"Yeah, I was using the restroom. Harry was asking if I'd fancy going to a party on campus, and I said I'd go." Harry smiles wide and Will sighs.

"Well, if you're going, let's go now," Will huffs and exits my room. "I'm driving!" He shouts and I roll my eyes.

"Stupid," I mutter as I get up to quickly reapply some makeup and comb through my hair. Harry watches me get ready, and kisses my temple.

"I'll be downstairs."

I blush and smile at the gesture. I touch my fingers against the skin he kissed. Magical.
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short chapter but I've been busy