Behind The Shades - Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

"What?" I ask before I walk past him and switch the TV off in the living room.

"Nothing at all." He says.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. As I wait for the water to boil I tie my waist length hair into a quick ponytail. I hear Harry growl a little.

"What?" I ask.

"He gave you a hickey." He replies.

"And what?"

"He gave you a goddamn hickey." He spits.

"Oh well, I think hickey's look great on me." I comment, not caring about how angry it made him.

"Yeah, you're right, it's not important." He says before he walks over to me, pulls my body to his and crashes his lips to mine.

He pulls me up onto the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist, he then carries me to the sofa. All this without letting his lips leave mine. He begins sucking and nibbling my skin. He gets to my hipbone and is still sucking and nibbling. The sensation was becoming painful as he nibbled harder and harder. He bites hard onto my skin and I scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shout as I pull myself away from him.

"I'm sorry." He says.

I look at the spot which he bit. It's bleeding. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BITE ME?!"

"It's just..." He pauses, as if he's thinking about how to phrase it. "You wouldn't let me give you hickeys. But you let him? It's not fair for me. That shows his possession over you." He spits whilst pointing at the hickey on my neck with disgust.

"I don't give a fuck. You fucking bit me!"

"Baby, I'm sorry." He says as he moves closer to me.

I quickly get up and he follows suit, coming closer to me. In return I take a step back. He reaches out his hand to touch me.

"Don't touch me." I spit as I walk out the room to tend my wound.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He says as he follows me into the kitchen.

I put two ice cubs into a kitchen towel and press it against my hipbone, wincing a little from the sudden cold. Harry steps closer.

"Stay where you are." I warn.

"I'm sorry." He repeats.

"Why did you come into the room when I told you not to?" I ask.

"Why did you let him give you hickeys?" He asks ignoring my question, still sounding pissed off.

"'Cause he's my boyfriend." I say.

"AND I'M NOT?" He asks raising his voice, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

"ME AND CHRIS AREN'T A GODDAMN SECRET." I raise my voice louder than his.

"I can't change the fact we're a secret." He says.

"Why can't you?" I ask.

"Because I don't want you to go through the crap famous people do." He replies with soft eyes.

"Bullshit. For you, all I am is for the blowjobs. There are no feelings." I state.

"That's not the truth. You know how I feel about you." He says.