DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 12

HARRY'S P.O.V.

The days went by without me even realizing. Every second of the day seemed to drag by while all of my thoughts remained one. It's been two weeks and all I could think about was her. The beautiful, feisty girl, with big hazel eyes, who approached me in a bar and asked me if I had a problem with her.

Barely did she know that I already knew who she was. I've seen her around campus a couple of times, always walking in a rush, looking distractedly down to her feet, holding books in her arms and apologizing every time she'd bump into someone. She'd always catch my eye, but I never thought that would come the day in which she'd talk to me, that she'd surrender herself completely to me and I would end up actually needing her.

Most of all, her absence only made it harder for me to live with myself, knowing that I ruined the only thing that could bring me back from the bottom of the abyss that I've been since that night, five years ago. Maybe I deserved it, maybe I had to see what I could be, just so the person who saved me be taken away from me.

Deep down, I've always knew she was too good for me, not the type of girls I was used to bring home. She was shy and it was written all over her how insecure she felt. I wasn't used to girls like that, nor wanted to be with one. I wanted someone who was confident and knew what she was doing, those type of girls were the best distraction when I needed. But Mel surprised me, in a good way.

Even though she was timid and shy, she was driven by her feelings. You could see what she was feeling reflected on her actions. She was passionate, compassionate, generous, fierce, strong, kind, but above all, she was everything I couldn't have. And I was sure that if I got the chance to have her, I would ruin everything again.

The leather of the sofa was warm and sticky by my own sweat, I guess I've been sitting there for days, each day falling deeper into a dark abyss. Claire's head bobbed between my legs and I closed my eyes, trying to imagine Mel instead of the blonde girl kneeled in front of me, who has been trying to make me come for thirty minutes now, not succeeding.

"God, Harry, are you any close?" Her annoying voice snapped me out of my daydream. Nothing about that was right, but nothing seemed to take my mind of her. Not even the alcohol, or the sex could replace the void I was feeling. It was a foreign feeling taking place in my body. The pain of not having her was so unbearable that I became numb. The dark thoughts once again made their way back and not even the memories of the few times I've spent with Mel could take them away.

The night that I've spent over her place was, by far, one of the best nights of my life. I've never felt so rested and comfortable in somebody's arms. The fire that burned within me when she was holding me seemed to have burned all of the memories and demons from my mind. She was my saving angel, my light in the darkness, but I lost her. Just like I lost everyone else not so long ago.

"Yeah, yeah, just go faster." I dismissed her with my eyes still close, pushing aside the dark thoughts and picturing Mel's beautiful body. Claire bobbed her head up and down faster, her hands grabbing and pumping what her mouth couldn't reach of my length.

My mind focused in only one person. I remembered how good it was to feel her silky-soft skin beneath the pads of my fingers, even softer around her beautiful breasts. Mel's lips were my manna from heaven and I was starving without them. Her big eyes flashed in front of me holding such an intensity that I could swear it was real, I could swear that she was right there in front of me.

That was what I needed to take me to the edge. With one last thrust in Claire's mouth, I spilled myself at the back of her throat with a groan, never ceasing the tight shut of my eyes so I could keep looking into Mel's.