Denial

ch. 44

After our prolonged talk earlier, Stacey and I managed to fit in a time for a dance session with the rest of the girls. It was quite hard to get mother to move around a couple of interviews and classes, but I was lucky that she was feeling a bit kind (miracle).

I had Stacey set up the dance studio that hasn't been used in months, and also had El clean up the mirrors held inside. For some odd reason, the fact that she wasn't very fond of me only made me want to find out why, which is out of character for me because I would usually shrug it off. When I had asked her to do so, she never spoke a world except just a curt nod, like she always had done ever since she got her job here which is when she turned 16. It's been a couple years now, showing as to that she turned 21 earlier this year.

Walking out of the shower and wrapping myself in a white towel was a haste all on its own, these days I happen to be unusually tired and bedridden. Looking into the mirror at my reflection, was also a bit harsh taken to the evident under eye bags that were now prominent due to the lack of sleep. My dark brown hair has now reached my lower back and split ends where what I hated most, especially when hairstylists felt the need to burn my hair right after I had gotten out of the shower. The tan of my skin now fading due to the lack of sun I've received, only urging me to beg mother to send me back to Miami.

A sigh escapes my lips as I walk around looking for my workout clothes, that I hadn't seen since I left to Miami. I'm rummaging through countless drawers until a slight knock comes from my door, startling me seeing as that I'm still in my towel. I debate whether or not to open the door, but it might as well just be Mother, Regina, or Stacey, what's the harm?

"I'll be over I just need to-" I'm stopped as I'm clearly facing a muscular chest in a white Rolling Stones t-shirt. I chuckle because I've never really seen him in this attire, he's usually wearing a plain white tee or a suit.

"Someone feeling a bit risky today" I giggle, looking up at a smirking God. His jawline seems more chiseled than usual, while his green honey toned eyes seem to sparkle in all the right places.

"I could say the same about you love" He winks looking down at my bare body under the towel, gently inviting himself in, slipping by.

"Great observation skills, maybe you can use those to see that I need to change. C'mon out you go bud, chop chop" I demand, snapping my fingers in his face motioning him out as if he were a child.

"Nothing I haven't seen before babe, and wouldn't mind seeing again" He hums, slowly sitting down on the corner of my bed. Heat quickly rushes to my chubby cheeks and I place my hands on my cheeks before swiftly trying to keep my posture.

"What exactly is it that you need Harold, I have something to get too. Make this quick" I mumble, walking over to my undergarment drawer.

"Uh- I actually wanted to ask if Kendall would join you in your free activities today? It's just tha-" His insinuation already boiling my blood and my hands unknowingly ball up into fists.

"Are you crazy? 'Course not! I've got important things to get too. Send her off somewhere else, don't have me babysit" I sternly state, poking at his chest watching his expression turn into a cold and stone one.

"Don't you fucking think I've tried?! She won't budge damnit" He growls, now being the one to inch me away.

"Sounds like a problem that doesn't concern me then, you dug this hole for yourself Styles. Don't you dare drag me into it with you" I snap, the words flowing out of my mouth without consent. I instantly regret them thinking back to the favors he'd done for me, he is forced into being King after all. Being the person I am, I won't let that boost for his ego be known so I keep my stance and watch for his reaction.

Next thing I know, his hands are what are pinning me against the wall as my back makes a loud thud coming in contact harshly. His minty breath is felt throughout my entire body as I'm trying to free myself from his grasp, but his eagerness seems to overcome my need to flail from his warmth. My eyes are wide in distress looking at him, shocked at the reaction I caused, he only looks down at me with a lustful expression as he debates his vision between my eyes and my lips. I know exactly what he wants to do.

"Harry, what are you doing. This isn't- this isn't right, you have-" I pant out now, stupidly melting under his intense gaze. His warm and rushed lips mold with mine as I'm cut off from mentioning her name. I don't kiss back, due to the shock and the knowledge of his girlfriend stationed only in the room opposite of mine.

"Kiss me damnit" He mutters, placing his lips back onto mine. The feeling of longing breaking my resistance as I fall under and loosen my grip to wrap my arms around his neck, his hands swiftly reaching down to hold on to my waist. His tongue soon gliding across my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I quickly comply, our mouths molding together perfectly.

The feeling of his hands pulling up the towel, his smooth hands raking against my upper thighs make me escape from his lips only to let out a low moan. He grabs ahold of the back of my thighs and wraps them around his torso, our heats immediately making contact, earning low pants between the both of us.

"What are you doing to me Scarlett" He whispers, whilst his eyes are shut leaning against my forehead. I sigh placing a long peck on his swollen lips before helping myself off from our straddle position against the wall.

"We can't keep doing this Harry, we just can't" I whisper back, holding onto his shirt, looking up at him. His eyes exchanging understanding and disappointment, he nods before inching away from me. My mind begs for him to stay close, but I don't find the words to say that I need him close.

"Fuck, I know but I can't control myself around you, especially not when your wearing that tiny ass towel. You drive me crazy Scar" He huffs out in frustration, raking his hands through his curls, my admiration growing with every habit he obtains.

I grab ahold of his face between my grasp and being his face closer to mine, I need to feel his breath once more and I need the reassurance that he's still with me. We go days without contact, and I can't bare the thought of not being able to feel him again or feel his burning touch on my skin.

His hands reach my waist once more, "Don't make me leave, don't leave me" He hums, his eyes closing once more.

"Please don't think this is what I want, but you can't do this to Kendall. It's only right, I'm sorry" I coo, gently stroking his cheek with my thumb. I break away and walk towards my bed, placing my right hand on my mouth and the other on my waist, I can't cry.

When I hear the door quietly close, I break my hand away and place both of my hands to my eyes. Quiet sobs escaping my lips as tears seem endless, streaming down my cheeks. I felt hopeless, he only keeps showing his affection and I only shut him down. He told me he loved me, and I shut him down. I know that it'll only go so far and that he'll just give up, but I'm selfish enough to hope and waiting for Kendall to somehow vanish from his life.

'I'm sorry' I whisper, shaking my head and finally finding the courage to change into comfortable clothes before texting Stace.

I'll be over in less than 5.

It doesn't take long before I'm startled by my phone buzzing.

Incoming call from Stacey.

I frown, was it too much just to answer with a simple text?

"Stacey what's-"

"Scarlett! Please hurry! It's Kendall, she's ballistic and she's managed to shatter the mirrors in the studio"